At the top of the heap, or, Daring to call his soul his own


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"You cur!" panted Tom, thrusting himself before the abused women. With a snarl Hoggins grabbed a club, but Stanley snatched up another. "I'll slam ye down them stairs!" bellowed the bully. "Brag's a sneak of a dog!" jeered the boy.

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WIDE A WAKE WEEKLY A CO/tf'PLETE ST01{.Y EVERY WEEK. -Issued Weekljf-By Subscription ,2.50 pet" 11eat-. Entered accot"ding to A.ct of Oo11g1'ess, in the 11ear 1906, in the office of tho Librarian of Oon11re11, Washington, D. 0., b11 Fran/' Touse11, Publiaher, 24 Union Square, New York. No 33. NEW YORK, NOVEMBER 30, 1906. PRICE 5 CENTS. AT THE TOP OF THE HEAP OR, DARING TO CALL 1-IIS S .OUL HIS OWN By ROB ROY CHAPTER I. "YOU YOUNG SCOUNDREL!" QUOTH THE BOSS. Several of the boys looked sheepish at this charge. They glanced over at the rows of grown-up clerks, who stoocl behind desks. "I wonder what ails the boss this morning?" asked one These clerks .were, to a man, as afraid of the grouchy and of the eight boys employed in the counting -room of Dob-tyrannical boss as were the boys themselves. son & Co. Dobson was a bully, and a good deal of a scoundrel; they "Why?" asked Tom Stanley, who had jus t entered, a bit worked for Dobson, and so they took everything that he did. late, but flushed and happy-looking. They suffered, and grew indignant in secret, but they never "He has an awful grouch on. He has sent for three or dared to think o:f rebelling. four of the fellows and has given them particular fits," Dobson was Eben, by first name. He was h_ead of the went on the informant, in a low, hushed voice. great concern that dealt in all kinds o:f marble. "Nothing n<:>w for him to be grouchy, is it?" asked Tom. No one knew who the "Company" was, but all supposed "Hush! Here comes Ralph Disney!" that that "Company" was made up o:f silent pai:tners who "Well, I'm not afraid o:f Disney!" clicked Tom, denever came near the offices. cisively. Th e marble yards of the great marble house of Dobson & "But he carries yarns to the boss about every little Co. were at different points along both the North and the thing," urged another youth. East Rivers, on the water front of New York City "Supposing he does?" blurted Tom "Then why don't But the head offices of the concern were down in Pinc yo11 take him one s ide and punch him?" Street, in the heart of the financial district of the great "Huh! we'd get fired," gl'unted one of the boys. metropolis. "Rm! Suppose you did get fired?" askec1 Tom, care Dobson & Co. dic1 such a tremendously large business in lessly. "Couldn't any of you get a.nother job somewhere marble of all kinds that their only rivals o:f any importan c e else?" in the Eastern State s were Brm1der & Sons, whose offices "You fellows make me til'ed," grumbled Stanley, in a were over in Wall Street, a littl e way below the Stock voice that was half scorn and half indignation. "Here' s Exc11ange. DobRon, the boss. He's a big bully, a grumbler and a faultSome thirty clerks and nearly a half-score of boys comfind er. He has a trick of snatching your heads off half posed the office force of Dobson & Co. a dozen times a day. And you're all scared Of him. You I Old Eben Dobson almost invariably bull yragged thi don't dare call your soul s your own!" whole office force.

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2 AT THE TOP OF '.J-'HE HEAP. The only employees he ever treated with anything like T ough none of the other boys follow e d, they naturally decency were his outside salesmen, who landed his big peeped through the crack of the half-open door. outside orders for marble. "Now be brief with what you've got to say, unless it's In the office, Dobson always kept one clerk whose busivery important," r equested Ralph Disney, with an imitation ness it was to spy u pon the other -.clellks and carry tales of old Dobson 's mildest manner. to him Tom wheeled, facing the young sneak with a smile that Among the boys, too, old Dobson always kept his spy. promised mischief. Just at present that spy was Ralph Disney, who now ap "I wanted to tell you, Ralph, that you've got the reputaproached the group of boys in the counting room corner. tion, in this office, of being the boss's puppy-dog and dirty" What are all you fellows loafing here and talking work ba-ba lamb about?" demanded Ralph, with an air of consequence, as "Was that you called me out for?" cried Disney, he came up to the group. angrily. "Any particular business of yours, Disney?" asked Tom "Not altogether," smiled Tom "I don't suppose that Disney :flushed a bit under the other boy's sha r p looks. you'll take trouble to deny that you tattled on me But ,he came quickly back at our hero w ith: yesterday." "You're late this mornirig, Tom Stanley." "I won't deny anything-to you," sneered the other boy. "Who made that any of your business?" "So this makes the third time that you've run and "Never you mind," flushed Ralph, darkly. blabbed to the boss about me," Tom continued, with more "But you're making it some of your business, eh?" of that same smile "Well, as an employee here," replied Ralph, "it's some "I've got nothing to say," blu s tered Ralph. of my busine ss, in the faithful service of my employer, to "But I have!" know that things are running right." "What?" ,"Indeed?" sneered Tom while the other looked on "Three times i s out! That's a rule of the game, Disney. in eager intere st, knowing full well that valiant T'om was Now I'm going to g ive you a l esson in. minding your own now to be depended upon to act as their champion "That bu s iness remind s me of something, Disney "\nh t" k d R 1 h "What are you getting smart about now?" flurried v a :" as e a p "It seems that yesterday I went out ten minutes before Ralph, though his face and a backward step proclaimed lunch time, and so stayed ten minutes over my time. It that he was b egi nnin g to be alarmed. happened, though that I was looking into something that "Put up y our hands, Disney-and put 'em up quick! I thought would inte rest the boss greatly." I'm going to give you the first part of your l esson !" "If you dare to hit me," faltered Ralph, "you'll b e fired!" "What was it?" asked Ralph. "None of your business, as you're not the boss. But it "You miserable puppy-dog!" looks as if some one had taken the trouble to run to the With that, Tom Stanley hit straight out. His fist lande d boss. Have you any idea who it was, Ralph Disne y ?" under Disn ey's chin, sending that youth to the floor in a Ralph fidgeted and looked uneasy under the eyes of all heap the other boys. But he answered: "Murder!" wailed youth "I'm not supposed to answer your que s tions, Tom Stan"No; it isn't going to be as bad as that," Tom assured ley." him, stan ding ready to send in a few more blows as soon "But you think I'm supposed to answ e r yours, eh?" as Disney should get on his feet. "That's different." "You get out of the way and l eave me alone!" com "Why different?" ask e d Tom, calmly. "ls it because mantled th e sea .red sneak, as he started to get up. you're playing the sp'y on us fellows? Is it because you "Not until I've finish ed your le sson for you!" gritted .run to the boss with every tale you can?" .1 Tom. "I might as well tell you, T 'om Stanley," retorted Ralph, Swat! Biff Stanley drove in a hard blow that landed angrily, "that if you don't change your tune a good deal on Disney's l eft ear. Ere Ralph could fall he followed up you're likely to be through in this office mighty soon." with another that s mashed in on the sneak's nose, drawing "How do you know that?" blood. "Never mind how I know," Ralph returned, swelling Eben Dobson, coming softly, out of his private with his own importance office, saw a group of boys peering through the crack of the "Say, by the way, RalpB : ran on T om, dropping into a door tone that was anxio us and almost friendly, "I'd like to tell In a twinkling the boss himself had join ed the group. you somet hin g Come out into the corridor, wiH you, for Then, with a mutte red oath, he bound e d out into the a mom ent?" corridor, grabbing at Tom Stanley's collar. Tom's voice was so soft that Disney never suspected. See here," thundered the boss, "what does this mean?" Filled with curiosity, the young spy stepped o u t o f the "He hit me-for nothing!" cried Ral ph, now leaping into the corridor. to his feet readily enough.

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AT THE TOP OF THE HEAP. 3 But Tom disregarding him wholly, turned upon his em"Huh l Stop that, you young upstart! ployer. Tom stood mute. "Mr. Dob son w ill you kindly let go of my collar?" "It isn't the first time, either; I that you have had "Huh!" retorted the boss, s hakin g our hero. the presumption to walk home with my daughter," Dob"When my father was a boy," Tom went on, coolly, "he Son went on; harshly. once kicked a man good and plenty in the shi n s for not l etting go of his collar." "What do you mean, Stanley .?" "I'm afraid, sir, that trick may run in the blood!" "Huh!" But Tom' s voice was so quietly warning that Eben Dobson l et go of his collar. "You young scoundre l he roared . "You're you r own judge of manners, of course, Mr Dobson," Tom went on, "but the language you're u s ing to me i s hardly the kind that you shou ld use to a fellow who brings you news of important business." "You? Important business?" "It won't be the last, by a long shot," Tom r etorted, but he was wise enough to say it under his breath. "Hereafter, you young up sta rt, you will not presume to see my daughter. Do you under stand?" "Arn I to go blind?" Tom asked, with polite irony. "You understand me, Stanley! You ar e not to speak to my d a ughter.'' "Oh!" "You understand me?" "Yes.'' "Then you will govern yourself accordingly," went on the boss., "I think you'll be very g lad to h ea r what I've got to Again Tom was silent. say-if I decide to say it," Tom retorted. "I suppose," sneered Dobson, "that since you'r
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4 AT THE TOP OF THE HEAP. "Eh? You youn g b e a st! What s that? You young Ins tead, he stepped swiftly over to his h e ad cl e rk, whi s pupp y !" pering: "Thank you, smiled Tom. "Payson, get your hat and follow that boy. B e car e ful "For what?" that he doesn't see you, though. Brin g m e back a r e port "For pr o ving what I said, Mr Dobson. You see, sir, 0 what he does." you'v e made a lot of money, and you feel that you're at Eben Dob s on slammed back into his off;i.ce. th e fop of the h e ap. You don't want people around here Left by himself, with a chance to s ober down, he be-who dare to call their s oul s their own. I do dare to own came savagely thoughtful. m y s oul, a nd e v e r y thing I've got except the service s .that I "Going to Brander & Son, i s he the y oun g puppy ? H e sell. You r e at the top of the heap-'-ye s Mr. Dobson, seems mighty confident. I s uppose I was to o hast y I but you won't always b e if you have the bad luck to live s hould have let }\i m s ay what he wanted to say, a n y way. long enough. For the past five y ea.rs 'as I happen to know, J3rander & Son? They've been crowding m e might y h a rd your bus iness ha s b e en g raduall y g oin g to the bad. That's lately." b e cau s e you treat your people in su c h a boorish fashion that you can't g et the best peopl e to work for you." CHAPTER II. "G e t out 0 h e re, you pupp y !1' DOING REAL BUSINES S WITH A REAL FIRM. "I'm g oing at once. Good-bye!" A s Payson, head clerk and toad y to Eb e n Dobson, hurW i th a cool smi l e Tom turned and strode toward theried down to the sidewalk Tom Sta nley v ented a low door. chuckle. "Hold on, there!" crie d Eben Dobson, bounding after The late bos s is up to hi s old tric ks," s miled t h e boy . him. "Where ar e you going now? What are you going For Tom, suspecting some such move as this, h a d hid de n to do?;, himself in a doorway nearb y "As y o ii'r e no lon g er my boss," Tom replied, halting at "Poor old Payson!" murmur e d th e1.p o y "He s been the d o or, I don't know that it' s an x 0 y our busines s where working for Dobson s o lon g th a t h e doesn t kn o w how t o I'm goin g .. But I don t object to telling you. going be a man He can't h e lp it, now. I will h e lp the poor ove r to Brand e r & Son. I'm going to tell them the news f e llow out that I h a d m e an t to turn in, to ycrn." St(lpping boldly from his place of covert, T o m bounded "Stop !" up to the head clerk s lapping him on the s hould e r Bu t Tom h ad closed the door from the other side. "Going my way, Mr. Payson?" grinne d 'the boy. Dobson s tood s till for a moment, quivering with rage "Er-er-er--" stammered Payson, who was forty, ove:r; th e conduct of this one boy who dared to call his soul sli g htly b a ld and very thin. hi s own. "Oh, 0 course, you can t h e lp it, s mil e d Tom. "It's Then the boss bounded out into the office. the boss's way and you can t h e lp it. You 've g iven old H e was ju s t in time to see Tom Stanley, watched by Dobs on a mort g age on y our soul an d h e's for eclosin g all eve ryeye in the office, take down his hat. the time. So you've been sent t o foll o w m e I'll sav e "Here put that hat back!" commanded Eben Dobson, in you all that trouble, P a y son . We'll walk a l o n g the re, arm. a towering ra ge. in-arm." But Tom, placed the hat on his head. "Er-er-y ou're laborin g under somethin g o f a mi s You and I a g r eed, Mr. Dobs on," spoke the boy, in his take," r e joined the h e ad clerk. cool, clear voice, "that I'd b e tter s top working here." "Am I ? a s ked Tom, innoc e ntly. "See h e re, Payson I "Go back to your desk, anyway, and work out your two s uppo s ed that you had been sent to s e e whe r e I w e nt. I week s that's the case, we'll walk together "The re i sn't any notice coming," Tom rejoined. "You "Nothing of the sort replied the h e ad cl erk disch a rged m e-told me to get out. That's what I'm "No? No use you trying to fool me, Payson. :lf y ou doi ng." say you'r e not sent to follow me then I'm g oin g to s t art T o m had reached the door to the corridor by this time, down the s tre e t on a run, and you' ll g et winded follo w ing, liiis hand on the knob. and I'll double around two or thre e block s of the s e tall "I' ll bet ten doll a r s y ou'r e bac k by aft e rnoon, try ing to g e t y our job again snee red Eben Dobson. "I'll tak e the b e t, Mr. Dobs on, i you' ll put up the money," laughed Tom. "And I'll make another bet that I'll be, within a half an hour on the pay-roll 0 Brander & Son. Good day, sir!" The doo r closed. Eb e n Dobson whee l e d about to see appreci a tiv e grin s on the faces 0 mos t of hi s down-trodden employees. But or once the bully did not pay any heed buildings and los e you." \ Payson look e d annoyed and worried. "So, if y ou really do want to follow m e," hinted the boy "jus t w a lk along with me, for that's the only way you'll eve r win out on your job." "Stanley," repli e d the h e ad clerk, stiffl y "I hav en't the s ligh tes t inte rest in the world in knowin g wher e you are goin g." "The n you wont be disappointed, will you?" laughed Tom.

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AT THE' TOP OF THE HEAP. With that he bolted off through the crowd, leaving the The offic e boy jumped up, went into the private office, toady of a. head clerk gasping. came back and said: Tom was quickly satisfied that he had lost his man. Then "Mr. Ned can see you now." he made his way direct to the Wall Street offices of Brander The same pleasant-faced young man looked up as our & Son. hero stepped into the softly carpeted private office. "Whew I But ain't it mighty different here?" choked "Your name is Stanley, eh?" Tom, inwardly, as, stepping from the elevator in a hand"Thomas Stanley, Mr. Brander." some building, he pushed open a door and found himself f'l hear that you have some information about a chance in the Brander counting-room. to place a contract for our goods?" At one of the desks two clerks were laughing. A woman "I have, yes. You won't mind, Mr. Brander, if I ask stenographer, smartly dressed and smiling slightly, was if you're willing to pay for such news if it proves to be of making her fingers fly over the keys of her machine. On value ?" her desk stood a. vase of fresh :flowers. "Of course not," smiled the junior partner. "We're Every one of the forty people on this office staff apready to pay for anything in our line-always provided peared to be pleasantly and happily busy. that it has a real value to us." Just then the door of the private office opened and a "My news," Tom went on, "relates to the erection of clear-eyed, business-like man of thirty glanced out. some new college buildings. About a million is to be spent "Mr. Lawson," called this man in the doon yay, "have on the buildings, and I figure that at least a quarter of you got that report figur e d out yet?" that amount will go for marble." "I'm sorry, sir, but I can't have it ready for about twenty "Why, sit down, please," smiled Mr. Ned, blandly. minutes yet." "That's good news, if true. And, of course, ft must be true "Take your time to do it well. Better call me up on or y ou wouldn't bring it. But I haven't heard of any new my desk 'phone when you're ready to show the r e port to colleg e buildings being planned." me." "Of course you haven't," nodded Tom. "If you had, "Yes, sir." my information wouldn't be worth anything to you." "W)rnre is ti1is and who is planning to build it?" The private office door closed. Its opening had made no difference in the doings of any of the clerk s "Mr. Brander, you won't mind my asking what terms I N t f h 1 k d can get, if my information proves valuable to you?" o one o t em oo e uneasy or scared. 1 "Folks must really get some show here, I reckon," :flashe d "Not at all," replied the young man, thoughtfully. "Yet through Tom's mind. you'll understand, that it's rather difficult to name the right price on a pig in poke or on a cat in a bag." Espying an office boy at a desk, he stepped over there. "Very difficult, I admit, Mr. Brander. But I have an "My name is Stanley," began our hero. "Neither of idea. Suppose I give you this news and you go ahead and your employers will know the name, but I wish you'd say land some orders. Wouldn't it be a fair idea for me to that I have some news that I think they'll be glad to g e t. g et a sma ll percentage on the exact amount of business Will you see if one of the partners can see me, please?" that you get through the tip?" "All right," nodded the boy, and went into the private office. "Very fair," nodded the junior partner, thoughtfully. "Now let us see. You say that t4e contracts ought to be He was back in a moment. worth somewhe re around a quarter of a million? Suppose "Mr. Brander wants to know if you're sure that you we act on your information and land the contracts? The WftJlt to see him?" stated the office boy. information ought to be worth something, of cour se. Yet "Tell Mr. Brander, please, that my busines s i s about a important as the information might be, the work of landing cliance to get a big contract for marble. Tell him, please, the contracts is still more important. Hence, we s hould tlrnt I happened to get the first information." expect to pay much more to the salesman who got the con "Mr. Brander will see you inside of ten minutes," retracts than we would to the one who gave us the infonnaplied the boy, returning. "Can you wait?" tion." "I can always wait to do business," smiled Stanley. "That's right, sir," nodded Tom, promptly. "Which Mr. Brander is going to see me?" The junior partner did some figuring, then looked up. "Mr. Ned." "I should say, Stanley, that a one per cent. commission "Oh, the son?" "Yep." The fact that the boy referred to the junior partner as "Mr. Ned," rather than M "Mr. Edward," had a meaning for Tom. It seemed to show that the junior partner was well lilred in his own office, and that he did not object to being liked. A few minutes later a bell rang. would be about right for your information." "It will suit me, sir." "Good! Then go ahead with your information. Do :rou know anything about our reputation for dealing fairly?" "It was that knowledge that brought me h e re Mr. Brander." "I wonder you didn't go, first of all, to--" began the junior partner; with a trace of a smile

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6 AT THE TOP OF THE HEAP. "To Eben D obson ?" hin ted Tom "Well to be honest, I did "Oho I "I felt rather bound to," Tom went on, as young Brander's brow clouded a trifle. "Y o'u see, sir, up to half an hour ago, I was in Mr. Dobson's employ. "And you got your information in his office?" "I did not. I got the information outside, in a way not in the least connected with my service with Mr Dobson Yet, as I say, being in his emp l oy, I felt that I ought to take the news to him "And so you did, eh?" "As it happened, Mr Brand&, I did not." "Explain yourself." "Before I could see Mr D o bson," Tom went on, I h&d occasion to trounce a young tale-bearer in the office-a fellow who has been spying upon all the boys there Mr. Dobson caught me at that rather pleasant task, and he discharged before I had chance to give him the in formation." "Then Dobson knows nothing ab out this mattert hese college buildings?" "No, sir "He does not kno w that you came here?" "I told him that I was going to Mr Ned asked a few more questions a.bout the d i fficulty, though only such questions as he really needed answers to "Why, it seems to me, Stanley:, that I can properly trade with you for the inforn1a.tion. All I wanted was to make sure that I was not encouraging a rival's employee to be tray my rival." "I am not Eben Dobson's employee, Mr. Brander, and I shall be very glad to become your employee. Moreover, this information is something that Mr. Dobson does not possess." "Very good, then," replied the junior partner, decis ively. ""Where is this college, and who is building it?". "May I make one more stipu l ation, Mr Brander?" ""What is it?" "I want to get ahead in the world, and it seems to me that I should h11ve the chance when myself worth it." "Para marble, of a very fair second grade in quality," the boy replied, after carefully looking over the specimen "And this?" "Red Venetian." "And this?" "Reel Venetian, also, of a somewhat poorer quality." '"And this?" Tom took the next specimen in his hand, then looked up, smiling "I don't believe this is any of your own goods, Mr. Brander. It's a good imitation of marble, but it isn't marble at all. It is a composition known as marbeline It looks all right, at first, but after two or three years, especially in a damp climate, it begins to er qk." Why, you're rather clever," mused Mr. Ned "I didn't know that any of this marbeline had been seen in New York yet "I don't know anybody that handles it, sir, but I've seen samples." "Where?" "At the building exchange. I can tell you h o w marbe l ine is made, if you wish me to." "Go ahead." Tom swiftly and accurately described the process of mak ing artificial marble. Then Mr. Ned handed him a powerful magnifying glass "Explain what the glass shows you in some of these samples Tom did so, and to the satisfaction of the junior partner. "What do you know about buying and selling prices?" "Won't you try me and see, sir?" Tom asked. This examination, too, passed off to the satisfaction of both. ""What have you been doing with Dobson?" "Why, I was a little more than office boy. "How much did he pay you?" "Seven dollars a week. "And now you want to come here and become a high grade salesman?" laughed Mr Brander "I think I'm qualified to be, sir." 1'But, as office boy, how on earth did you ever pick up all this knowledge of marble at Dobson's ?" "Some of my knowledge and ideas I got there, Mr. "Certainly. Every one is entitled to go as far ahead in Brander But most of it I didn't." the world as his abilities entitle him to travel." "Where?" "Will you give me the first chance to try to iand the "I gained much by putting in most of my lunch hour at contract for tpe marble for the college in question?" the Bui l ding Exchange Then, when I could, I went Mr. Ned looked thoughtful. around among contractors, stone masons and the like "That is a more important consideration, Stanley When "But they never taught you the composition of marble one goes out to sell, we must feel he is highly qualified. and of its imitations." A poor salesman not only fails for hiinself, but usuai l y "No, Mr. Brander. But I belong to a church club, and prevents his employer from sending a better man in his one of the men who is greatly interested in the success steps afterward." of that club happens to be a chemist. I made him take a "But T think I know the goods," Tom urged good deal of interest in me, and he has taught me, I don't "Do you?" asked the junior partner, picking up one of know how many things, about marble." the trade samples of marble that lay on his desk. "What "You're a bright boy!" cried Mr. Ned, looking at the kind of marble is this?" youngster in honest admiration

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I AT THE TOP OF THE HEAP. "Opinions differ, then," sm_ iled Tom. "Mr. Dobson told me I was miles too fresh." "I guess the trouble is," smiled Mr. Ned, "that Dobson is too stupid and too pig-headed. Now, see here, Stanley, I can't :make an out-and out promise as just wh.at we can do with you on the salesman end of this college business. But we'll do our honest best by you, all according to the ability that you show in the matter. Will that satisfy you?" "Yes, sir . And now for the information. 'rhe place in question is Burdick College, at Rowena, Ohio. The college has been running for some years But a Mr John Stacey, of Cincinnati, has decided to give a million-dollar set of new buildings to Burdick He is going to control the build ing work, and that sort of thing, 'so he is the man to see in the matter." "And where is Stacey now?" "He was in New York last night, but left on the midnight train for Cincinnati." "We must close in on him at once," mused Mr. Ned "You are going to let me try him :first?" "Yes, I think so. Come in at two. o'clock and be ready to talk it over with father and myself In' the meantime, let me have your references, and I'll look them up." Tom gave two r e ferences, one of them being his pastor, the other the chemist who had taught him so much about marble. "Oh, by the way," asked Mr Ned, as Tom was going, "you have money enough?" "I have a few dollars." "Would you like thi s on account?" asked the junior partner, holding out a ten-dollar bill. "I don't ne e d it, thank you ." "All right. We'll see you at two o'clock, then ." Finding that there was a rear entrance to the building, Tom slipped out that way. "If Payson is hanging around outside, he won't earn his money to-day," chuckled the boy. That afternoon he returned, had a lqng talk with both of the Branders and received permission to make the :first try at wealthy John Stacey, multi-millionaire shirtmaker of Cincinnati. "It's your chance," smiled Mr. Ned, "to show whether you're really as smart as you think you are The boy always. thinks he's ready to become a man at once. This is your opportunity to show whether you're
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8 'A'D THE TOP OF THE HEAP. time But it's seven o'clock now and I've simply got to eat that supper if I want to attend to that other matter." "That other matter" was n e ither more nor less than see ing Mis s Dorothy b e fore he started Wes t. He knew that she was due to return to her home, over on Fifth Avenue a little a f t e r nine in the evening. She would ride in h e r c arriag e thi s evening, and un doubtedly alone, a s Eb e n D'obs on rare ly took the trouble to g o out with hi s daughter. "I can s e e her for a minute, anyway," though t Tom. "I wonder if she is going t o s ide with h e r fath e r and turn me down?" The thought gave him a queer little feeling, alm,ost lik e a chi ll. "Dorothy isn't the girl I think she i s if s h e turns me off alt o geth er," thought Tom, half bitt e rly He r emembe red ho'Y he had fir s t m e t h e r. An orphan boy a s tranger in the city, he h a d been per suaded to join the church club. Here he had met Dot, who; despit e her youthfulness, was one of the workers for the club She had taken an almo s t in s tant l iking t o Tom L e arning that he without s h e c o axed her father into giving the boy a chance in his offices. Tom had done w e ll from the start, though Eb e n Dobson seldom admitt e d a s mu c h Our h e ro 's s upp e r, without the c ompan y of livel y Bob, was soon ove r with. 1 Out in the stre et, he ran plump into hi s c hum a.t a stre et corner. "Why Bob, I've been l ooking everywh e r e for you.' I'v e stru c k lu c k and wanted to celebrate it with a bang-up sup p e r But you w e r e so lat e." "Had to work ove rtim e," Bob r e pli ed, bri efly. "Have you had s upper?" "Nope." "The n y ou've g o t to e at on me to-night. Fee d w e ll too." Tom for ced some mone y into hi s chum 's pocket Standing, as they w e re, jus t around th e corn e r of a building, th e y did not see Ralph Di s n ey, Dobs on 's boy spy, hurry by and recognize them. Jus t pa s t the corn e r of the building Ralph halt ed, where he c ould hear every word. "Why, you seem to have struck luck!" cri e d l3ob. "I have." "What's up?" "Dob s on fired me this morning." "Call that luck?" demand e d Bob, drily. "Yes s i r I've got a bett e r job. Say Bob, I m going traveling." "On the road, o l d fellow?" "Just that! Bob, I've got the bigge s t kind of a job, and the b e auty of it is that I s tumbled on it for myself. Funny too. I was going t 6 t e ll Dobs on all about the s n a p thi s mornin g whe n he got s o u g l y with me. H e w o uldn t e v e n li s t e n, a nd I'm glad now that he didn' t. So a bi g thing in the bus in ess l ine goes toBrander & Son." "Does, does it?" utte red iistening Ralph Disney just around the corner. "We'll s e e about that. "Muc h mone y in it for you?" a s k e d Bob Ellert, eagerly "Money?" s miled Tom "Why if I manage to put this thing through, I'll mak e more mone y in a short time than I'd get with old Dobson in year s "What i s the s c h e m e ? The job?" Ralph Di s ney cocked hi s ear s eagerly, not daring to breathe "Bob, old f e llow, you won't feel hurt if I don t t ell you jus t now, will you? But it's my n e w firm 's busin ess, and it i s n t started y et." "Why, of c ourse, I won' t feel hurt," cried Bob, cheerily. "vVhat a fool I'd be to f e e l hurt! But say, i s n t this job of y ours, if it goes throu g h, going to make grouchy old Dob son feel a s sore a s a boil?" I s it?" flas hed Tom. "Why, h e' d giv e five thousand dollar s right now, to know what up to "The n s a y o ld f e llow proposed Bob, anxiou s ly, "how i s it g oin g to affe ct y our s tanding with Mis s Dorothy?" "I w i s h I k n e w the a n s w e r utt e r e d Tom, gluml y "But I'm goin g to try to. find out t o ni ght." "The n I won' t keep you wait in g h e re," hinte d Bob. "Success, old f e llow, a n d I'll see you lat e r to-ni g h t." H a rdly Bob. L ate r to-ni ght I l e ave for-well, I start on th e road. I'm g oin g b a c k to th e room now, for m y bag; t ake t h a t to the d e pot on the jum p and t h e n off to see Miss Doroth y Mak e that s upp e r a good on e B o b Good-bye, o ld f e llow!" A s the two chl'lms wrun g e a c h oth er's hand s Ralph Di s ney s t o l e off on t i p to e When a littl e way off h e in c r e ased hi s s peed to a run. "Oh, won't o ld Dobson b e tic kl e d t o hear wha t I'v e got to te ll hi m !" b r e ath e d Di s ney, exultantl y "But han g that fool S tanley, why c ouldn't h e t e ll that oth e r fellow ju s t wha t th e j o b i s ? I'd lik e to b e able to t a k e the whole t hin g to the boss. N o m atte r thou g h I g uess the boss can manage to find out what it i s A nd I'll f e el square for the b lack eye T o m Sta nley g ave m e to w ear!" In the m e an t im e our h ero, all in i g n o ran c e of Ralph's discover y g ot his grip and hurri e d up to t he Grand C e ntral D e p o t. Bu y ing hi s ticket and his b erth chec k Tom checked his b aggage, next headin g for Fif th A venu e A bri sk w a lk of a f e w blocks brou ght him to the front of th e Dob son house a li ttle ah e ad of time. I wond e r if m y e x -boss i s i n the r e ?" mutte red the boy a s h e s tared up at the house lig hts. "WouJdn't he giv e a lot thou g h to know ju s t what I'm up to ? At tha t v e ry mome n t, howev e r Eb e n Dobs on did know e nou g h to mak e a world of trouble. For Ralph Di s ney, g oing s trai g h t to hi s e mployer's house, had pour e d what h e had learn e d into the boss's ear I g uess w e c an find a way to hind e r y oun g Stanl e y 's sch e m e for injurin g me," s mil e d Dobs o n ; g rimly. Going into anoth e r room he tel e phon ed, then came bac k to Ralph

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A.T THE TOP OF THE HEAP. 9 "Disney, you've done .rst-rate to-night," said the old man, with what was meant to be an encouraging smile, but what was really a most repulsive grin. I don't know yet just how much of a stroke it i s, but I'm going to give ;rou this on a chance." "This" proved to be a ten-dollar bill, on which Ralph closed his fingers in keen delight. "If your information proves to be worth more, you may be sure you'll get your further reward," Eben Dobs on beamed on. "Disney, you're a good example of the faith ful employee. If you keep on as you've begun I shall see that your promotion is as rapid as it deserves to be." "I always try to live up to a high sense of duty," whined the young spy, meekly. "Now, say nothing about this matter to anyone," con tinued Mr. Dobson. "Oh, sir, I won't! Believe me, I won't!" protested the young toady. "Listen to anything, whenever you get a chance, but never make any move, or take any action, until you have asked me," continued the boss. "Most certainly not," murmured young Disney. "And that young scoundrel, who left my employ in order to be better able to injure me, is going to try to meet my daughter to-night?" "So he said, sir." "Huh 1 Rm! You wait here, Di s ney!" Eben Dobson went softly to hi s own front door. He stepped into the vestibule before he remembered that the outer door was ol wood. So back into the dark drawing-room he went, taking up his sta nd behind.a lace curtain. But the carriage had drawn up to the steps a few moments before. "You, Tom?" murmured Dorothy Dobson, as our hero stepped forward. Mike Courtenay, the coachman, and fast friend of young Miss Dot, closed his eyes, so to speak, as he inquired : "All right, Miss?" "All right, Michael, thank you," the girl replied. Mike thereupon drove away, fearful that he might see too much. "Mis s Dorothy," began Tom, eagerly, "do you mind walking just a littl e way down the block with me?" "I s uppose I ought not to," she murmured. "Oh! Then you have heard--" "Yes; and I'm going to take this little short walj<: with you," :flas hed the girl, her eyes lighting. She let h e r hand re st on his arm as they turned away. All this had happened just a few moments before Eben Dobson reached his post of observation. "Miss Dorothy then you know that I'm in disgrace with your father?" Tom began. "I know that you've displeased him in some way." '.'We couldn't get along, Miss Dorothy, in the same office. That's all I m going to say about that. But what I want most fearfully to know is whether-whether it's going to make any difference-between you and me?" "I shan't stop being interested in you, if that 's what you mean," the girl answered, softly. "You won't believe any wrong of me?" "Why, of course I wouldn't," replied the girl, with such prompt honesty that Tom Stanley's heart gave a jump. ''But how can I see you, after this?" Tom wondered. "At the church club, even if nowhere else." "But if your father should tell you not to go there?" "I don t think he will." "Miss Dorothy, won't mind if I write to you, _will you?" "Why? Are you going away?" "Only for a very little w,hi1e. But-if your father tries to stop your seeing me-may I write you?" "I-I suppose I ought to say 'no,'" hesitated the girl. "But you won't say that, will you? You won't be so cruel?" "Why, would it bother you very much not to see me?" the girl ask ed, simply. "It would take all the pleasure out of life not to see you, or hear from you!" Tom cried, tremulously. "Then, if anything happens that you do not see me, you may write me." "And, if I write you, you will tell me of some way in which I can see you, won't you, Miss Dorothy?" "Why-if-if I can properly," she promised, and Tom respected her too much to ask her to promise more than that. Eben Dobson, having waited in vain at the window, now snatched up a hat and went out on the stoop. Down the street he saw his daughter and Tom Stanley walking side by side. The old man gave a gasp, then hur ried angrily to them. "Dorothy," he exploded, "go into the house instantly. What do you mean by being Ol1t with this young scoundrel? Do you realize that he has sneaked out of my employ and i s trying to hurt roe in my business?" "Why, papa, you-I--" "Walk into the house this instant, young lady!" thun dered h e r fatper, in his most bully-like tone. Dorothy turned and walked away, obediently, but she called, sof tly over her shoulder: "Good night, Tom!" "Good night, Miss Dorothy!" Eben Dobson snorted twice, but he watched in silence until he saw the door close on thi:i girl. Then, in a fury, he turned upon the boy. "You young puppy, how dare you meet my daughteryou, an utter sneak How dare you address my daughter?" "Your daughter?" flared Tom, stung to madness and hardly realizing what he was saying. "Bah! That sweet girl ir:tno daughter of yours !".n "Wha-what's that?" gasped Eben Dobson, reeling and clutching at the fence.

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10 A T THE TO P O F THE HEAP. lle s hook, as i with ague, hi s face t u rning to a sickish, green i s h white He s eemed like a very old man, and pal s ied into the bargain. For an in stant hi s eyes seemed to prot r ude as if h e were going to have a fit. T h en he choked, gulped down something, and took a brace on himself. "You impudent young upstart Get out of here Go along Run Vamoose!" "This is the first time I've heard that you bossed th e streets of New York," taunted the boy. Then realizing that i t looked none too w e ll for him to stand here bla c kguardin g the father of Dorothy, Tom sud denly turned and walked away. "Now, why did he look so funny when I told him Doro thy was no da u ghter of his?" wondered the boy, the hot b lood sur g ing through the veins of his head. "Jupiter Did I, without meaning it, touch upon any sor e spot?" Stanl e y walked bri skly down to Forty second Stre e t, turning in at the railway s tation. Had he ha.d any reason to su s p e ct it, he might have di s covered that Eben Dob s on was a c tually trailing him. But Tom never thought of s uch a thin g Even the old man's char g e that our h e ro was tryin g to injure him in b u siness did not occur to Tom as meanin g anything in especial The ex-boss did not know anything exact about Stanley's business with the new firm. How could he? So Tom turned in at the depot, wholl y unaware of the fearfu l trouble that was hatching for him "I'll think over to-night s meeting a good deal," re flected the boy. "Old Doh ha s always thou ght him s elf s o high up at the top of the hea p that nobody c o uld re ach him. Maybe I ll find the w e ak s pot in his s h e ll. Jupiter! Wouldn t it be fierce if. I reall y hit the nail on the h e ad when I s aid Dorothy wasn't his daughter ? Whe w! But I'll '.thi nk that o ver Eben Dobson turned i n at the depot, to b e acco s ted by a broad shouldered man of medium height The f e llow had a rugged face, but ther e was n ot enou g h of depra vity in his look to warn an ine x p erie nced p e r son again s t him. "You see, I'm he r e," he whispered. See that boy ahead -that one halfway down to the gate, who carries hi s head so high?" "Yes," whisp e red t he s tranger "Find out whe r e he i s bound for, Carnian." The bro ad-s houlder e d one slouched softly f o r w ard, while Dob s on f e ll back more out of sight. Tom found that hi s train would not be "made up" for half a n hour y e t. H e glf!pced into his pocketbo 6 k to make s ure that hi s tic k e t s w e r e all rig ht. A t winkling late r, a s Tom neared a crowd, Carman jo s tl e d into him, th e n apologized. A s the broad s houldered one turned away he had T om's pochtbook A s ingle look inside and Carman h"ne w wha t h e wanted Prese ntly, Tom Stanley, to h is g re a t s urprise on thrus t in g a hand into a s ide jacket poc k et found his pocketbook there. "Why, confound it, he murmur ed, "I thou ght I put that in m y i ns ide poc k e t. I've got to be a blamed s ight more careful.'' "The kicl has a through ticket to Cincinnati1 and u pper fourt e en for hi s berth in the Pullman car," Carman softly r e port e d to D o b s on. "Cincinnati?" repeated Dobson, thickly. "See here, Carman, I meant for y ou to follow that boy, but I want you to do mor e I s ha 'n't be worried if he never comes back Do you undeTstand ?" CHA PTER I V. A DOUBLE 1\HX-UP. Whether from the e x citement of the day throu g h which he h a d passed, or becaus e of t he motion of the train to w hich he w a s unused Tom Stanl e y did not s leep well. Once in a while he dozed slightly for an instant, as h e lay in th e b erth known as upper four Carman had made a s light mi s take Tom' s berth was upper -four-not upper fourteen, which was at the further end of the car. "I wonde r why they call these sleeping car s ?" grimaced the boy, a s he lay and tos sed. "If thi s is a s l eeping car, I c an t take the trick." Th e tra in, plunging along over some country curves at th e rate of forty mjles an hour was rocking and l urching a good d e al. "Hanged if I s e e how they eve r s hip cream over a rail roa d mutter e d the boy "I s hould think it' d turn up as butt e r at the other end of the trip !" Fumbling for hi s w a t c h he poked a hand through the curtain s r e ading the time b y the dim night li ght of the s leep e r "Almos t two o 'clock he discove red. "Wonder what tim e in the morning folks have to get u p on a s leeping c a r ? Whil e h e l ay the re, wide a w ake, during the ne x t few minutes, he heard the forward door of the car open and close. Two m e n trod softly in, haltin g bes ide Stanl e y' s b e rth, th e ir h e ad s about on a level with his own Jus t as it happen e d, at tha t moment Tom was l y ing with his head restin g on 11is raised hand s upport e d by hi s elbow, hi s eyes toward the oute r e dg e of the bunk S o m e thin g moved the curt ain s li ghtly b y hi s h e ad. "Horro r s !" throbbed the boy "Old Eb Dobson's face, as I'm alive! Now, what in the n a m e Q f s in i s h e d o in g o n thi s train? Has he found out what I'm after? I s h e goin g hims elf for his hou se?" Tom was jus t barely aware that the re was another man with Dobs on As cautiou s ly as ever he cou l d, our h ero pulled the cur tain a s ide a trace i n order to get a look at that other man

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AT THE TOP OF THE HEAP. 11 It was Carman, but Tom did not recognize him as the jo stler of the railway station. "This is the car sure?" Dobson asked, wari l y "Yes," replied Carman "An@! you've got the berth pat?" "Sure! Didn't I see the berth check?" "And you know what you're to do?" "Don't you be afraid!" replied Carman, with horrible 1II1eaning. Palpitating Tom, staring at both through the smallest possible crack between the curtain end and the berth frame, felt a wa.ve of sickness pass over him as he gazed at the faces of the two men. Then our hero l et the curtain slip over the crack. He fell back, shuddering, for the meaning of that scene just before his eyes, coupled with the words he h ad heard and what he knew of one of the men, made the meaning of it all only too horribly plain "So that's the kind of a crook old Dobson is?" chat tered the boy, as he hugged the outer wall of the car. "Good by, then," whispered Eben Dobson. "G;ood luck!" "Sure I For an instant Stanley meditated jumping out of the berth, just after he heard the forward door slam. But that door s lam, in itself, was so muffled by the n oises of the train that the boy told hims e lf, uneasily : "Probably not a soul would hear me until it was t90 late!" One of his hands happened to touch, li ght ly, the bell with which the car porter could be summoned from his little room at the rear end of the train That gave Tom an inspiration. "If that fellow puts his hands through the curtains I'll ring this bell like a fire alarm So after that Tom waited, listened, wondered What could make old Dobson's Villain so sl_ow-so lon g in b egi nning his move, whatever it was? Then, finally, Tom wondered: 1w as this a nightmare, after all? Was I a.sleep, and did I dream it? I'm going to take a look outside." Cautiously Tom drew one of the curtains a s ide, ever so little. "Why, there's no one out here he grumbled. "Dream, afte r all But it was a mighty real one!" in the meantime, believing that upper-fourteen held his prey, had gone s lowly by qn tip-toe, li ste ning. From upper-fourteen came the sound of regular; heavy breathing, punctuated every now and then by a soft, peaceful, comfortable snore. / "Asleep," thought the scoundrel, exultantly "There won't be any muss, then." Yet the villain walked back to the rear end of the car befor e proceeding to his grim business Re glanced into the little, cupboard-like room of the porter. That guardian of the car.s safety lay back, sp lendidly. "Good for you!" chuckled the rascal softly, turning on his hee l and pausing an instant ere he returned to upperfourteen. All the car was quiet, so far as human beings were con cerned. Carman's hand went in under his vest, clutching at the handle of a knife Carman was wary, but not over-nervous. Satisfied that the field was as clear now'as it would b e at any time in the night, he stopped at upper-fourteen. His l eft hand pulled the curtain a bit. Then stee l flas hed in his right hand and went swiftly behind the curtain. ., In a jiffy more there came a bellowlike that of a bull, the words : "Ye dirty coyote, what-" Bump! Crash! Jar-r-r-r Bump! Everything s eemed, in an instant, to be falling down hill. Jolt _Jar !-and then an indescribab l e crash. Scores of people woke up, shrieking The re were yells of pain, and the agonized sighs of the dying. Just as Carma n made his thrust and was discoveredere he could carry out his purpose or the big man in upper fourteen could get squa re, the train had plunged squa r e ly, headlon g into wreck. And now the train lay, almost shuddering l ike a li v ing thing, overturned at the side of the track. An open switc h, as it was afterwards discovered, had caused this dread catastrophe of the night In the instant of that first crash, Tom, with his finger st ill against the bell button, fell wit h his whole weight pressing. As the car lurched, toppled, then sli<;l over the banking, that bell rang as if it never would stop But suddSf l Y it did stop, before, in fact, any but the porter knew that it was1ringing. For Tom had suddenly sprang forward, as he felt thf1 car overturn . His outstretching hands caught at edge of the berth, holding on wildly. That stopping of the capsized cars was fearful-costing some of the ill-fat e d passengers lives. But partly by miracle, and partly through clinging desperately to the edge of the b e rth, now above hi s head, saved himself the worst of the jolt. Then, when all was st ill, he sli:d back against the wall of the overturned car. His heart was beating almost to s uffocation. "Is anything more coming?" he wondered, dumbly, numbly. But the car appeared to have stopped in its destructive jolting. "Help! Oh, somebody come to me--in heaven's name! I'm dying!" screamed a voice in the same car.

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12 AT THE TOP OF THE HEAP. Tom shuddered again. Then, after stirring, and realizing that he was not crip pled, he set about climbing out of the berth. It was a curious sight that he saw in the car-scantily clad people, some with blood stains on their night-clothing, trying to get out of the wrecked car. "Hold on, old fellow," muttered the boy. "You ll be just as much use here if you remember to get your clothe s out of here with :you!" In his underclothing, after pulling on his shoes, Tom crawled out with his clothing in his 0hands. It was a fearful scene that lay before hi s eyes. Several people had been killed, but the three trainmen who had escaped serious injury were first of all bringing out those who had been hurt. At the same time, passengers were rallying to the help of those injured or in peril. Two of the day coaches ahead of the Pullman section' had ca. ught fire "Every one help here!" bellowed a big man, who took the i lead "We must get out the living! Never mind the dead now!'1 "Help! help!" screamed one frantic voice from the Pullman just ah ead of that in which Tom had lain. Stanley started. He knew that heavy voice for Dobson's. For an instant the boy hesitated, then worked his way into the overtur:tied car. In the dark, or near-dark, for only one lamp was burn ing dimly, Tom stumbled over the podies of a man and woman, both dead. Then he came upon Eben Dobson. He was lying in the ai sle of the car, pinned by two crossbars of steel that had been partly wrenched from the roof of the car. "I'll try to get help, if I can't get you out alone. Nowfight Try to wriggle out while I pull!" Both worked together with a will. Then Dobson cried out, piteously: "If you don't get some one else quick, I'll be burned alive!" Tom tried to move the steel beams, even ever so slightly, but they were fast wedged. "I'll give one more tug at your shoulders. Fight, now!" Again they struggled. In the effort, Dobson turned partly overt but of his inner coat pocket dropped a wallet and a letter. "Here, put those back in my pocket!" screamed Dobson. "Put 'em back, I say !" Tom quickly pictrnd them up. As he did so, he could hardly help seeing that the envelope addressed to Eben Dobson, while in the upp er left-hand corner was the ad dress of a Mrs. Emma Wrenn, in Cleveland. "Fut those things back in my pocket," insisted Dobson again, and Tom quickly thrust them in place. "I'm going to see if I can get any one to help now," Tom promised bounding away. "You manage to get me out of here, Tom Stanley," the old man bellowed after him, "and I'll see that you're made for lif e !" Tom darted out among those, trainmen and passengers, who were fighting to rescue the imperilled from the two burning cars ahead. "Can two or three of you men spare time to come back for a minute or two?" shouted Tom. "There's an old man back here who can't get out without help. Bring one of those crowbars!" Even as he was speak ing, Tom picked out hi s three men, one of whom had secured a crowbar from among the train's wrecking tools. "Can't you get out, Mr. Dobson?" cried the boy, reachTom led them back into the car. ing his former boss. For the next ten minutes these three men and the boy "If I could, you young fool, I'd be out of h ere, snorted worked with a will, Dobson all the while crying out in the old man. "Oh, that's you, Stanley, is it? Go and frantic terror. get a man or two-some one who can do something." Though the steel beams could bft shifted somewhat, they "All the folks not hurt are pretty busy," Tom rejoined.1 could not be enough to enable the trapped man to "The two cars ahead are on fire." escape. "Afire!" shrieked Eben Dobson. "Good Lord Then The und er stee l beam still pinned him down, helpless. this car will burn in a jiffy!" "Now, then all together, and quick!" appealed Tom, as "Oh, we'll get you out before that, Mr. Dobson," proma cloud of smoke poured into the car. ised the boy. "Good Lord! This car is catching fire!" screamed Eben "Hustle, you young scamp! Run! Don't let me stay Dobson. "Oh, hurry, in the name of heaven! Use more here to be burned alive! :j:Iurry-in heaven's name!" strength! Do something1" "Let me see what I can do, :irst," urged the boy, bending But though the men work with their utmost strength, over his former employer. all bearing down on the crowbar every time they got it He saw, quickly enough, what was the matter. Eben placed differently, the forward end of the car began to Dobson, though otherwise unhurt, had both legs pinned burn, and still Eben Dobson was pinned down. down by the steel beams. "Surely yo. u can do something!" shrieked the frenzied "Try to wriggle out while I pull on your shoulders 1 wretch. urged Tom, seizing Dobson under the arm pits. "Yes; we can escape with our own lives, since nothing "Are you going to get help, or let me die here?" will save this man," muttered one of the dripping rescuers.

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AT THE 'POP OF THE HEAP. 13 D o n t leave me!" implor ed Dobson, as he saw the men t urning. "It' s tou g h, friend, but w e'v e got to," retorted one of the men, h uskil y A ll we c an do by staying is to lose our own lives. C om e on, young s t e r." I can t go yet," and Tom shook his head. "The fire i s n t clos e e noug h yet. "It isn't th e fla mes. It's the cu;rrent of blazing hot air that i s sweepin g in. That hot air will keel you over in a few s econds more. Come-whil e there's time!" But, tho u gh the men fled, Tom did not e v en a n swer them. He had grabbed up t h e crow b a r and was again working furiou s ly, try ing new l everages un d e r the s te e l b eams. "Get me o u t o f this, for the love of heaven, Tom Stan ley," implor e d Dobson. "I'll do everything in the world for you i f you save me!" Tom d id not answer but s uddenly his heart bounded with joy w h e n he succeeded in moving that under beam eve r so littl e "Now, you can g e t out!" panted Tom. "Hurry! It's an awfu l s t r a i n holdin g up thi s bea m !llone. Quick!" Trembl i ng almos t fainting, Eben Dobson managed to crawl out 'But then t e rror made him so weak that he could not stand. Tom hesita t e d not an instant, but snatching up the pld m a n h e s taggered out of the car, dragging him. A yell of e nt husia s m went up a s Tom staggered out into the b laze-lit scene and dropped his human burden a score o f feet from the b l a zin g c a r. T o m S t an ley, I'll never forget this," mutter e d Eben D o b son. You stick clos e to me, after this, and I'll make you, a s you've saved me." "I'm afrai d I can't talk about that now, Mr. Dobson, th e boy an swer e d s imply. "But one of these days I'll have a talk with you in New York." "Watch that boy," was Dobs on 's parting injunction. "I don't c a re what h!t.ppens to him. You understand, Carman?" .. CHAPTER V. :A. SMALL DOG IN A BIG OAROASS. "Why should I buy the marbJe from your people?" asked John Stacey. 'Because the people I repre s ent will gi v e you a. squar e r deal than y ou c a n get from any other hou s e in our line in the U ni .ted State s L e t me show you th e s amples of our m a rbles, an d e x plain th em. L e t m e g ive you our prices. Then send the marbles to an expert for an opinion. Get the p rices of oth e r houses in o u r l i n e Do the s e things-,an d then you' ll give u s the order, Mr Sta c e y." For a whol e d ay Tom had chased the millionaire manu factur e r all over Cincinnati. But this ri c h man and build e r of colleges was s uch a bus y hu s tlin g p e rson that Tom had fail e d t o over ta k e him. So our h e ro had taken the chanc e of calling upon Mr. Stacey at hi s home in the eve nin g "I've seen you before, somewher e," hinted Mr S tacey, at last. "At a c hurch club meeting in New York," Tom supplied. "Dr. Weiss man introduced u s." "I r e m embe r you now, Stanley. Weissman said that a boy like you didn t need any one to buil d a college for him. Well, you a r e a hustler, to be selling m a rble a t whole sale at y our age. Have you h a d much success? "This i s my fir s t chanc e," our h e r o a dmit t e d h o nestl y "Oho! And s o your future d e p e nd s on how w ell you do with me." "I suppose s o ," young Stanl e y assented. "But that ha s nothing to do with your deciding whe ther to trade with me." "It has a good dea l to do," contra.dieted the millionair e . . bea ming. A ll my life I've trie d to h e lp youn g m e n for-N m e killed, t w enty-three senously That was ward. You a ppear to have the ri ght stuff in you . I think, the wa.y newspape r s told of that railway crash. It was Stanley, if you want to write y our firm to-night, you c an :for g otten m d ay. . . s a y tha t I have b e en well impressed by you, and that I Afte r the wrecking gan g from d1v1Slon headquarters had buy y our firm's o-oods through you if your house can done their w ork anot h e r train took the.passengers :dong on sell t o me reasonably t h eir interrup te d j ourney. "Thank y ou Ebe n Dobi;on findin g himself uninjured, save for his "Better s till I can just as well write your :6.rm myself," s care speedil y for g ot hi s promi s e s of gratitude to the boy went on the old millionaire,'kindly. who ha d r iske' d hi s life for that of the worthless old bully He touched a bell and sent for his stenographer. and scoundr el. A young woman entered, took a short letter from his H e s a w tha t envelope. He may remember. That dictation, the n left the y oun g ster would make all the trouble in the world if he She was back in a. few minute s with the letter typewritcould m u tte re d Dobson to him s elf. ten. He did no t travel onward on the same train with our John Stacey s igned it, giving it to the young woman to h ero mail. B u t Ca rm an, w hom both supposed our hero did not know, "There, that ought to be of some use to you with your did g o o n t h a t same train. The Westerner, whom Carman house smiled the old man. Now y ou must see how r eahad come nea r sta bbing, was also on that train, but did not sonably you can get your firm to offer me the marble that recog niz e the f ellow. I shall want."

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14 AT THE TOP OF THE HEAP. "You may be sure that I will," Tom cried, warmly. more and more work that he gets out of the people through "Mr. Stacey, how can I thank you?" keeping them happy." "By trying to do just as w ell with all the business you Tom discreetly said nothing. handle for your house. And now, Stanley; I think I will As a matter of fact, in glancing in at the operating see you at my office at the factory at ten o'clock in the rooms it had seemed to him as if the men and women em morning. I will try to have my builder there at that hour. ployed there acted as if they were driven by fear every We can talk matters over. Good-night." minute of the time "Good night, and thank you, sir." "I guess Hoggins pulls the wool over good old Mr. Tom left the house as if treading on air. Stacey's eyes," thought the boy to himself. "From the "If this goes through, a few dollars in com-way the people looked to me, Hoggins must be the kind of missions! Whew! But that's different from seven per! fellow who'd be a prize to a chap like Eben Dobson Still," the boy reminded himself, more soberly, "it'll be The bell of the desk telephone ringing, Mr. Stacey turned only once in a few years that I'm likely to land as big an around to answer the call. order as this." "That message was from Beaufort," explained the old Stacey's house was in the suburbs of Cincinnati. millionaire "He finds that he can't get here before eleven At some distance below, on the avenue, was an open o'clock Stanley, why don't you take a run through the space, of vacant fields on either side. factory? As bright a youngster as you are ought to be Crouched in one of these fields was Carman, wa. iting for able to see. some things on which you can report to rne. the boy. And have a talk with Hoggins. He' s the greatest prize, But, just as Stanley came along, a roy stering party of really, that I ever struck If I lost him I d on't know young fellows halted in the neighborhood. what would become of the profits of the place." "That settles a great chance!" grunted Carman, angry As the suggestion to run amounted almost to a with fate "But no matter, there'll be other chances!" command, Tom rose and left the private office. Tom .Kept on his way, wholly unconscious of the narrow As Tom stepped into one of the operating rooms he escape he had had, took a trolley car further on and reached was just in time to hear one girl ask another: his hotel. "What makes you r left cheel{: so red, Annie?" At just a minute before ten the next morning, Stanley "That big brute, Hoggins, hit me a regular slap on the presented hims e lf at the private office of John Stacey . f a ce," replied the girl. "Oh, come in and sit down," was the old millionaire's "My, but your face is red!" pleasant greeting. "I'm Beaufort,, my bilder, "Of course it i s And it smarts!" every minute. Well, how do you like the looks of this, the "I wish Mr. Stacey could understand things here I biggest shirtwaist factory in the Unitel;l States?" wish he could see your face, Annie." "I've been paying a good deal of attention as I ca me "What good would it do? I'd only get discharged for through," Tom answered l ying Mr. Stacey is an awfully good man, but he's stupid "What did you like best?" about some things. S'pose I was to show him my face and "The brightness, the cleanness of everythipg here," t h e tell him what happened. Do you s'pose he'd b'lieve any boy answered thing against the perfect Hoggins?" "And happiness and the cheeriness of the people? Both girls started guiltily when they saw young Stanley Did you observe that?" demanded John Stacey, rather eag -close behind them. They turned speedily to their work, and erly, half proudly. Tom passed on. "I can't sa y that I did I came through very quickly," "Just about the way I had things sized up," muttered Stanley replied. Tom. "I've worked too long for Dobson not to know the "Well, you'll notice that if you have more time tor look signs. Hoggins and Dobson, they're about alike through," went on Stacey "I might almo s t say that it's As he walked down the room our hero was just in time the law here that every employee must be happy. I always to see a big, rough-looking fellow seize a woman from want to see every one happy I've given orders to that behind by the shoulders. effect to Hoggins, my foreman in the operating department "You young hussy, what a:re you wasting the boss's time You must observe Hoggins, if you want to see an ideal for?" shouted the "I'll show you." foreman. He's a great, rough-looking fellow-a Hercules He ran the girl forcibly before him, hurling her at last in an apron, in fact. Hoggins, though foreman at a so that he slammed her up against the wall. salary of a few thousands a year, goes around just like one Her face struck hard, blood spurting instantly from her of the work-people He understands that every one must nose. be happy here, and he sees to it well. And I must say that She let out a little scream of terror that brought severa l pays, for Hoggins certainly gets more work out other girls and a few of the men from their work. of my people than any foreman I ever had. Why, Hoggins Black looks were on nearly every face. gets his pay raised a l most every year, on accou n t of the "Get back to your work, the rest of you jades," roared

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AT THE TOP OF THE HEAP. the big fellow, brandi s hing his fists at the woman. !'If you don't, I ll swat you all!" "Who's the beast?" flared Tom, darting through the little throng, his white and set with anger and the sense of outrage. "It's Hoggins, the foreman muttered some one in an undertone "You cur!" panted Tom thrusting himself before the abused women. With a snarl, Hoggins grabbed a club, but Stanley, looking swiftly around him, snatched up another "I'll slam ye down them stairs!" bellowed the bully, boy whom the millionaire had believed to be a m odel youngster. "Stanley !" shrieked the horrified John Sta..,ey, l eaping forward. Then, sternly : "What on earth are you doing here? How dare y0u? Get up Leave here! Never let me see your face again Go Do you understand?" vVith one hand John seized Tom's collar With his other hand he boxed the boy's ears, then yanked our hero to his feet for Tom had halted just before the trap of a dark flight to CHAPTER VI. a deep cellar below. THE MONKEY AND THE CATSPAW. "Brag's a sneak of a dog!" jeered the boy. "A sma ll dog Tom Stanley saw his big contract slipping away from i n a big carcass is what you are!" him like lightning Hurrah!" yelled some one faintly from the rear o f the But, with his b lood up, he cared for nothing. excited crowd of operators. "Pay him back for us!" "Mr. Stacey," he shouted, "you'd better stay in this It looked like the most unequal kind of a match, if room l ong enough to get an idea of how things are going the started But Tom's blood was up to boiling in your factory point. He did not care. "Why, you impudent young scoundrel!" blurted the mil lionaire, angrily "Hoggins, be good enough to put this "Put down that stick, -beg my pardon, and then get out of here, you kid!" raged Hoggins, glaring at the boy. boy out into the street." "I certainly will, Mr. Stacey," growled the foreman. "When I get out it will be to go to the office and tell But ere the brute could lay his hands on the boy, Tom Mr. Stacey what I've seen," detied Tom. darted swift l y to one side, again snatching up his club. "Oh, will it?" sneered the big brute, with a confident "Hoggins, you beast, if you haven't had lesson enough, air. "Tell him, then Mr Stacey and I understand each other!" close in and I'll give yon another," warned Stanley. "Stop this!" thundered John Stacey. "What do you "You lie, you hie: beast!" u mean?" That was too much. Hoggins saw all his authority slipThen he turned to the foremost qf his excited workmen. ping away from him if he allowed this to go nnpunished. "Go and get a policeman at once 1 We'll have this crazy With a roar, blinded with fury, he leaped forward, aiming young person properly attended to." a crushing blow at Tom Stanley's head. Hoggins had fallen back, plainly willing that his emCrash I The clubs met, in assault and parry. ployer should settle the trouble for him. Tom's arm was not strong enough to resist that of But Tom was in no mood to be beate n so easily. Hoggins. h "Mr. Stacey," he went on, firmly, "I've no wis to The boy saved his skull from a breaking, but h e sank meddle in your business. But I know the workingman's to one knee. side in tpese troubles. You'll never have so good a chance Swift as a flash he brought his cudgel down. again to look into affairs here in your own factory. I atSmash It landed across Hoggins's left shin with a tacked your foreman because he struck a woman most force that brought down the big beast in his turn, uttering shamefully." a cry like that of a wounded bull. "What crazinonsense are you uttering?" demanded Mr. Hoggins, in fact, landed on his knees, and, in trying to Stacey, angrily get away from a second blow of hls young e nemy's club, "Crazy, indeed!" roared Hoggins "He ought to be fell over on his side. sent to a lunatic asy l um." Then young Stanley fairly jumped on him, clutching at Tom, however, was still on his mettle. the brute's throat and holding on with all his might "Mr. Stacey, this is Y.our time to investigate. Just call A buzz-zz of excitement ran through the group of your people before you and tell them to talk without fear startled onlookers. or favor! Ask for the girl, Annie, who has a red welt on Then, as Tom, his fingers still wound at the big fellow's her cheek from the hand of Hoggins And ask for the throat, held on in strangling grip, a faint cheer sounded other girl that Hoggins slammed, face on, into a wall, But the door flew open. making her nose bleed. John Stacey, first attracted by. ihe noise, next got an Mr: Stacey looked angry and puzzled, but Hoggins, a awful jolt trifle alarmed, roared out : For he saw his peerless foreman on foe floor, prostrate, "It's all an inferna l lie!" while hanging at the fellow's throat was the New York "Is it?" cha ll enged Tom. "Mr. Stacey, step over here

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\ 16 AT THE TOP OF 'l'HE HEAP. with me and see the blood on the floor, under the wall. paid snap, ancl I'll square things with you if I swing for it! '11hen a.sk your people how it came here." Remember that!" Hoggins darted forward, as if to prevent such a move, Tom, with a sneering smile on his white face, did not but Sta .cey, wheeling, stepped over to where the boy answer. poi rited. Instead, he turned to the old millionaire. "Blood!" he gasped. "Mr. Stacey, I'm sorry to have caused so much trouble," "Ask for the girl who lost that blood under Hoggins's he began. blow," insisted Stanley. "Tell all your people that they "Don't be sorry for anything," returned the old man, can talk now without fear so long as they stick to the in a cold, hard voice. "It was time I knew. You have truth! You men and women," shouted Torn, turning to m) thanks. But I feel too up set to talk business with you the crowd, "just come forward and da:re to call your soul s this morning. You'll excuse me, won't you? And wait to your own!" hear from me later?" Again John gasped, but he saw something in the Tom, with a bow, turned ancl made his way through to uncertain faces of his work-people that made him think the corridor. swiftlY: But, as he went, scores of men and women insisted on "Go back to the office, sir," urged the foreman, "an cl shaking hi s hand, or at least touching him, in their wild leave me to straighten this matter out." joy ove;r the downfall of the brute foreman. "No," replied the millionaire, drily. "I believe I'll stay "But look out for that Hoggins," whispered one man, and hear what any one may want to say." warningly. "He's the ugliest man alive when he once gets "You'd best go back, sir I und erstand handling these badly rous.ed. I'm afraid he'll risk his own life to be even with V. OU." people better than you do." Tom was still trembling with the excitement of the "You see?" jeered the boy, triumphantly. "This fellow scene when he r eache d the street. Hoggins is afraid that you may stay and hear. Mr. Stacey, He walked briskly for some blocks before he cooled clown please believe me for a minute or two at least. It'll be the a bit. best thing you ever did in this factory." "I've lost that contract for the marble," he murmured "Friends," addressed Mr. Stacey, holding up one hand sadly to himself. "But what could I do? I couldn't stand that trembled, "is there any truth in the charges that this tamely by and see women slammed around by a brute boy makes?" Neither could I stop, short of the end, either, when I once Murmurs ancl uncertain looks were the only answer. No got roused in behalf of those people who dicln't daTe call one knew, which way the cat wcmlcl jump. their souls tneir own!" "Speak without fear," their employer urged. "If things Two ,urther on T'om wondered: have been going wrong here, ) want to know. No one shal l "Have I really lost Stacey's big order for marble? Why be harmed or speaking the truth." shou ld I? He must certainly admit that I've done' him a "Ask for that girl Annie who was struck in the face. service. But I suppose I've made him feel thoroughly Ask for the girl with the nose-bleed,'' prompted Tom, viashamed over what he didn't know before. After bragging bra ting with the heat of tlie scene. to me about his perfect foreman, ancl then finding out "H there are snch people here let them come fbrwarc1 the trutl{ through me, it won't be in hnma n nature for and speak," urged 'John Stacey. him to want to see me again, Oh, dear! Life is a blamed As soon as they saw that their employer really meant it, queer puzzle! Yes, I suppose I have lost the Stacey the work-people came forward, first in pairs, then by dozens. for marble." It was not long before Hoggins was cowering before the All afternoon our h ero waited at the hotel. .Babel of denouncing voices. In some way the evening newspapers got hold of the Then, all in less than five minutes, Hoggins, the peerless affair at the Stacey factory and published long stories forem an, the specialist in happiness, was stripped of all about it. '1 his power. "That's another nail in my coffin," grimaced the boy, as "I've heard enough,'' declared Mr. Stacey, now shaking he saw the newspaper stories "It isn't my fa.ult, but it'll with a new kind of anger. "Hoggins, make your escape a ll help to make Stacey sore on me." before I pay some of these men to thrash yon!" Another who saw the newspaper accounts was Carman, "But you don't understand anything about running op-Dobson's villaino'l.1s agent. He hunted up Hoggins, and crating rooms, sir," whined the fellow. "You don't know the two had a long talk. the kind of people I've had to deal with." But in the middle of the evening, Tom, much to his sur I lmow that you're not fit to be in charge of a hogprise, received a telephone call from John Stacey. pen," retorted J obn Stacey, at white heat. "Go!" It was an invitation to visit the millionaire at his home Hoggins slunk after his street clothes. But as he passed at once. our hero he growled: Be s ure that Tom was there as quickly as be could make "I'll get square with you You've beat me -'Jut of a bigthe trip!

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18 AT THE TOP OF THE HEAP. "Oh, it did, eh?" Words cannot describe the angry irony that rang in the ex-foreman's voice as he shot out that angry question. "Now, understand me, Hoggins," continued Tom, with pretended sternness, and speaking with a world of sham br.ave ry in his voice, "you don't do right to treat the girls the way you do at the factory. I don't excuse that in the least." "Oh, ye don't?" Again that ringing, savage irony. "No, I don't. But that isn't the point. Sometimes it's easy enough to work a man out of a job, but it isn't so easy to find him another." "What a re ye talkin' about?" raged Hoggins, sus piciously. "Have you any idea why I've been up to Mr Stacey's hous e to-night?" "I don't care what ye've been up there for.' I've got ye now, and that's all I care about/' answered the brute, harshly. "Hoggins, I went up to Mr. Stacey to see if I couldn't do the right thing by you." "Oh, yes, of course," sneered the brute, unbelievingly. "Well, I did, just the same," lied Tom, for his very life. "I felt sorry, after the heat of it was all over, to think that I'd worked you out of such a good job. So I've been talking the whole thing over with Mr. Stacey. I reminded him what a capable foreman you were, in spite of your faults. Well, to make a long story short, Mr. Stacey is ready to put you back in your job to-morrow morning-on condition that you agree never to strike another woman." "What?" Bill Hoggins glared at the boy in utter di s belief. It didn't tally at all, this yarn, with what the ex foreman knew of his former employer. "Well, you'll find out it's true," went on Stanley, warmly. "I've put in the whole evening getting you fixed back in your job-and this is the way you've planned to repay me -by luring me here to kill me!" Bill fairly glared into the boy's eyes. But Tom, remembering that he was working for his very life, forced himself to meet that angry look steadily. "Ye little liar!" panted the brute. "Oh," Tom shrugged his shoulders, "I can't make you believe, if you're too wise to understand the truth." "So I'm to get my job back, am I, kid?" "Yes, in the morning, if you promise never to strike woman." Bill' s companion laughed, sneeringly. "Ye're young, Bill, :n't ye?" Hoggin s clenched his fist, waving it before the boy's face. "It's too thin, kid. It won't save yer life." "Humph!" echoed Tom, fairly forcing a smile. "If my life is .snuffed out to-night, your job goes with it.'' "Does, eh?" "You don't believe me, do you, Hoggins?" "Was ye fool enough to think I would?" jeered the brute. "Whether you believe or not, you'd better listen to the plan the way Mr. Stacey fixed it up with me." "Go on," leered Hoggins. "In the morning Mr. Stacey is to send for you. Then, before all his people I'm to ask that you be taken back again, on the single promise that you won't do any more hitting in the factory." "Well?" "If you make that promise, and of course you will, then you're to start in again, right away, and be foreman again as if nothing had happened." Bill continued to glare at our hero for some moments before he queried harshly: "Kid, where did ye take yer lessons in lying?" "Why?" "Ye had a crazy schoolmaster!" "Oh, if you don't believe what I'm telling you--" "I don't." -"Then your job stays up the spout. But if you do be-lieve me--" "And l et ye go to-night, instead of gettin' even--" put in Bill, l eeringly. "Why, as far as my getting away from you is con cerned, Hoggins, I'll tell you how you can let me prove what I say..'' "Oh, ye can? How?" "Why, take me to some telephone station, between you. But you'll have to do it quick, before Mr. Stacey has gone to bed." "Of course!" "Let me call up Mr. Stacey. I'll ask him some question about how I'm to find you in the morning. Then I'll fol low that with other questions. You can stand right side of the telephone receiver, and you'll hear Mr. Stacey's voice. You'll hear enough to make you feel s ure that he and I have planned just what I said." "Nice plan," chuckled Hoggins, gruffly. "Once on a street, ye make a break, or hold up the first cop." "If you see me doing anything of that sort you can pound me with a club that you can carry up your sleeve, can't you?" "Yes, and be caught by the cop!" "But you said you were willing to swing to get even with me. Besides, you must know this ueighborhool well enough to know of some sa loon or other pla .ce where you Cl!-n get without passing a policeman. Oh, you can arrange it to take me to some telephone, without giving me any safe chance to get away." "I suppose I could," sneered Bill Hoggins. "And I'm just big enough fool to think of doing it." "Oh, all right, then," taunted Tom, shrugging his shoul ders. "If you're going to be a foal right along, then go right ahead and kill me, as you threaten. After that, you can keep on running away from the police, who'll be trying to put a halter around both your necks. All that rather than go back to your big-pay job."

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AT THE .TOP OF THE HEAP. 19 "Say, Bill," mumbled the other fellow, "maybe ye'd b et ter give just a thought to this." "Do ye take any stock in the kid's yarn?" demanded Hoggins, turning upon his companion. "It may be true. And the kid has pointed out the right way to find out. We sure can take him to a safe place .to telephone-and we sure can finish him at any point, if he tries to give us the criss-cross." "Is it worth while?" asked Hoggins, wonderingly. "Is it worth while, Bill, to take even a long, slim chance of getting a fine job back again? That's the way it look s to me." I Hoggins turned to Tom, whose pulses began to throb with ho.pe. "Kid, d'ye really understand that we can soak ye any where on the street and get away before the cops could reach us." "Of course you can-if you've got the nerve," Stanley agreed, readily. "And d'ye intend to keep quiet and go along with us and act right?" "Why, of course. It's the only chance of keeping alive that I've got left." "What d'ye say, Hank?" asked Hoggins, doubtfully. "Try it. I think the kid knows he's got to act on the square." "Come along, then," ordered the ex-foreman, thrusting one of his arms through our hero's. "Hank, ye get his arm on the other side. Stuff that little club of your'n up 1 the sleeve of your idle hand, same as I'm doing. Now, kid, remember that a yip out of ye, before a cop or any one else, will settle for the cracking of your skull in a jiffy." "Say, you make me tired," blurted Stanley, disgustedly. "Any one would think all I was going outdoors for was the pleasure of being killed by two desperate men." "That's what we are," said Hoggins, grimly. "Desperate enough to run any chances." They threw the door open, leading the way out. At this side of the field it was hardly more than a few steps to the lonely road. "Take him over to John's,'' whispered Hank. "That's a good, safe place as any." Out on this road Tom had his eyes open. He was fully prepared to make the :first possible break for flight-his only chance of living more thaq, a few minutes. At :first they passed only a few sheds and stables. Not another living soul was in sight. Then up a lane they turned, towai:d a building where a light burned outside. "We'll soon know the truth now:," muttered Hoggins, grimly. It had come, then, the lait moment of action. For the place for which they were headed, from the fact of its having been chosen by Hoggins, must be some low den in which the rascals would be not only safe, but aided. "Whoop! Wow!" Yelling at his loudest, Tom suddenly and frantically wrenched himself free of both his captors. His sudden, jerky yells aided him, by startling both his captors. The very instant that he felt himself free of their combined clutch, Tom Stanley began to make his feet fly. He had run before, at other times, but never as he trav. eled now. Heading out of the alley, he struck straight into the road, heading for the distant lights of Cincinnati. Back of him pounded his pursuers. They did not waste any breath in calling to him, knowing well enough that nothing short of brute force coul
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'., .. . AT THE TOP OF THE HEAP. Befor e h e r e alized it h e had begun: "Pardo n m e madame." "We ll?" queried th e woma n, halting as she was about to go up the step s to h e r :frie nds. A r e you Mrs. Emma Wrenn, of No. 817 Vine Street, Cleveland ?" "Yes." T-0m's head began to throb with a new e x citement. CHAPTER VIII. THE M,YS TERY OF DOROT H Y. "Why have you stopped m e ? quest ion e d the woman. "Wh y do you ques tion m e ?" "Mrs. Wr e nn," r e plied Tom s udd e nly, des p e rat e ly, chee kily, "I am c e r t a.in that you w ill b e s urprised. But I am e n g aged i n a most imp o rtant undertakin g and I hav e h een looking for you t o h e l p m e." This w1s out of whole cloth but Tom believed it would arouse th e woman's curio sity "You ar e t a lkin g in ri ddle s," Mr s Wrenn complain e d "You know Eb e n Dobson? Tom shot out plumply. Mrs. Wrenn > to hi s g r eat s u r pris e stepped back, almo s t staggering, while a look of t e rror s hot into h e r eyes; Then, a s s wiftly, s h e1 seem e d to recover herself "You are ri ght," s h e murmured, while tho s e on tlie stoop above s tood lookin g curiously down. "I will step asid e and t a lk with y ou." She clut c h e d at his arm h e r s mall hand tre mbling there. "Le t u s walk down a littl e way," she whispered, agita tedly. Then, when out of earshot of the others, the woman whispered: "Why are you here?" Tom hadn't the l e a s t idea of the answer, but he felt sure that he was s tumblin g upon s omethin g important. "Can't you gues s ? he asked, mysteriously. "Tell m e Who s ent you?" "Suppose," hint e d Sta nle y "that I should mention the name of Eben, Dobs on?" "Well?'' demand e d the woman, sp e aking steadily, though her hand s till shook. "And of Dobson s dau ghte r ?" added Tom. "His daughter?" repeated th e woman, in a puzzled voice. "Yes." "He r name?" "Doroth y ." "How old i s she?" asked Mrs. Wrenn, nke one who did not know. "Sixteen." "That would take it back to the year 1890 murmured Mrs Wrenn in the tone of one who was s olvin g a puzzle. "W hy, E b e n D o bson wasn t marri e d in that year." T o m felt a g r e a t thrill of discovery. Th e n D orot h y really w asn' t o ld Dobson s d a u g hter "Did you ever know D o bson 's wife? persi s ted Tom, swiftly. "No; an d n e v e r knew tha t h e had a wife," returned Mrs. Wrenn "Why do y ou a s k such 9uestion s if you come from Dobs on? Are you poking fl!! at me? Or does it m ean--" Th e woman shrank bac k from the boy, looking at him with a new, wild light in her eyes. But Tom was all e agerness now. H e no long e r care d to know an y thin g about Dobson, unless it was some thing that conce rn e d Dorothy. "Dorothy-who?" murmured th e boy, und e r hi s b r eath: "I feel that you are tricking m e !" cri e d Mrs. Wrenn, with s udd e n sus pi c ion in h e r voice. "Whoev e r you are ; y oung man y ou are pry ing into a pas t that does not concern you. H ave you an y thin g definit e and strai g htfor w a rd t o say to m e ? If not I shall wis h you good-night and hurr y to my fri ends." "Mrs. Wrenn," app e al e d Tom, desperately, "in qu estionin g you I am an xious only to s e rve Miss Dorothy, the y oun g woman whom Dobson claims as his daughter." "I am not inte r e sted l n her, as I never saw her or heard o f h e r," broke in th e coldly. "And now, young man I am going to l eave you. For, whatever your errand her e it i s not a :friendly one to me. Good-night!" Whe eling, more than half indignantly, Mrs. Wrenn hur ried up the sidewalk to the stoop, then disappeared inside th e hous e with her friends. "Que e r woman!" muttered Tom. "At :first she thought she wanted to talk with me. I suppo s e that was because s he thou ght I came from Eben Dobs on. Then s he told me s he didn't know Dorothy-as if she could know Dobson all the s e years and not hear of his dau g hter. And now she seems half mad, half afraid. There's some unusual myst e ry in all But it would never do to linger in this neighborhood, not knowing at what instant Hoggins and Hank might show up again. First Tom looked at the door, getting the number. "What s treet is thi s ?" he asked the driver. "Foam A venue." "Goo d Now can you drive me back into town?" "Yes." "Driv e fas t then, for I don' t want to be overtaken by peop l e who ma y b e in thi s n e i g hborhood." T o m add e d dire ction s as to wher e he wanted to go. Within the ne x t minute of s peedy driving Tom f elt that he was safel y away from the men who seemingly, had sought his life. A few minutes later the cab, going at a s lower rate of speed, was going through one of the principal streets of the city In the main entranceway of a hotel Tom saw Eben Dob son standing, finishing a cigar. A.t the n e xt corner Stanley pulled a checks trap. "Drive around the corner and wait," he whispered, as he got out_, "Here's some money, to show you that I'm not bluffing." Then, keeping close to the building, our hero strolled back down the street.

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AT THE TOP OF 'l'HE HE AP. 21 ====-===:.-=========;::::============== "Eben and Mrs. Wrenn both in town," he murmured. "Something queer is happening. Can this affect Dorothy in any way? Anyway, I can torment Dobson." Stanley's former boss was still there, having just tossed away his cigar. "Good evening, Mr. Dobson," shot out Tom, pleasantly. The old man jumped as if some one had jabbed a pin in him. "Rather fine town, Cincinnati," Tom observed, care le ssly "Wh-what are you talking to me for, you young imp?" grated Dobson. "Oh, I won't, if you object," smiled Stanley "I was just wondering, though, if you cam,e West in order to see Mrs. Emma Wrenn." Again the olcl man started. There was a sudden pallor in his face now. His lips trembled. He started, once or twice to speak, then closed his mouth. "Not that I'm very curious, or want tO be nosey, you know," the boy went on, tantalizingly. "Get out!" "Why, certainly," Tom replied, obligingly, "if you take it that way." With a mock bow, he turned and sauntered back up the street. He turned at the corner, stepping into the hack. "Just drive around the block as fast as you can," or dered Tom. Almost in a jiffy the boy stood again on this principal street below, instead of above, the hotel. From a darkened doorway he watched the hotel entrance As it happened, he was just in time to see Eben Doqson come out again. This time the old man walked sharply away, glancing at his watch. "Follow that man at a little distance until we see where he 's going," directed our hero. The chase led straight to a railway station. "You can follow that man inside and find out where he's going, can't you?' asked the driver. "Sure!" The driver was soon back. "Train was just about to leave,'' reported the jehu. ".So your party bought a ticket for Cleveland and got aboard." "Cleveland?" uttered the boy, under his breath. "Where now, boss?" Tom gave the name of his hotel, then stepped inside the carriag e again. "Something up, sure, when Dobson is so upset at find ing that I remembered the name of Mrs. Wrenn," guessed this young investigator. "So what does Eben do? Goes post-haste to Cleveland, where Mrs. Wrenn lives. Whee, but it looks as if Eben didn't know that Mrs. Wrenn is in this town!" For an instant the notion came into Tom's mind that he should have followed Dobson to Cleveland. "But that wouldn't be right,'' he told himself. "I'm traveling on ipy employers' money, and I've got enough of their business to keep me tied right here in Cincinnati for the present." At the hotel the boy paid his driver so well that latter became talkative. "You seemed mighty interested in that woman fare I had to-night?" he hinted. "Yes,'' Tom admitted." "Know her?" "Not as well as I'd like to." "I've been thinking about her ever since I took you for a fare to-night," the driver went on. "Do you know her?" queried Tom Stanley. "That's just the point, boss. It seemed to me that I ought to." "Why?" "Well, you know, old drivers like me often have a long memory for the faces of their fares. A good -many years ago I used to drive in Chicago. If I didn't drive her there in Chicago, then it was her sister." "What did you know about Mrs. Wrenn in Chicago?" Tom asked, with an eagerness that it was hard to conceal. "Nothing beyond her name, and the fact that I drove her a few times. But her name wasn't Wrenn then." "No." "Seems to me it was Stacey." "Stacey!" Tom lay awake long, thinking over the whole affair that night. CHAPTER IX. THE STEADFASTNESS OF CRI'ME. "Get that man to his room as quickly as you can I" said the hotel physician, in a low, tense tone. There was excitement in the hotel breakfast room. One of the guests at a table in'.. a corner, a big, red-faced Englishman, had been taken suddenly l.ll as he was finishing his breakfast. He was now so ill that he could not move himself. Four hotel employes lifted the sick man, bearing him swiftly from the room, the hotel physician following. "What's the trouble?" Tom asked of his own waiter, who had hastened over to the sick man's table, and who now came back. "Doctor thinks the man has been poisoned," replied the waiter, in a low tone. "I wonder if anything wrong got into that stea k he was served with?" "Why?" "Well, he got the steak that was to have been served to y ou." / "To me ?" "Yes; you both ordered rare steaks. I was just going to take that steak up for you, for I had ordered it for you. But I turned and saw that you had left the dining-room.'t "I went after a morning paper.'' "So I let another waiter have the steak for the English man." Tom's face ?uddenly looked queer and white.

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22 A.T THE TOP OF THE HEAP. 11 See here, waiter, are there any strangers working in the kitchen or near there? Or any stranger loafing around there?" "We put on a new man in the kitchen this morning-a man to do the meat broiling." "What does he look like?" The waiter described him. "The man Dobson hired to do me up on the train!" quav ered Tom to himself. "Dobson must have communicated with him la st night, after leaving here!" "What's wrong?" asked the waiter. "I'll bet I know that new man in your kitchen,'1 Stan ley retorted, drily, white to the lips, nevertheless. "Get what's left of that steak, if you can. It was poisonedand it was meant for me." As for Tom, he raced down to the further end of the dining -room, the head waiter following in haste. But the new kitchen help e r, the broiler, had already disappeared. "You needn't look for him to come back," grimaced young Stanley, after he had heard a further description of the fellow who had broiled the steak. "That fellow got his job here on purpose so he could poison me. He failed, for another poor fellow got the dose that was meant for me." I "You'll have to go at once and furnish information to the police, sir," suggested the head waiter. "Yes; but not until I've seen how that English man is coming out," Tom retorted. He found the number of the Englishman's room, and hurried up there, waiting quietly outside the door. After twenty minutes the hotel physician came out. instant some crook will succeed in his ambition to take your life." He had told the police nothing about Mrs. Wrenn, and little about Eben Dobson. "Somewhere in that tangle," he murmured to himself, as he stood before his hotel, thinking, "there is something that concerns Dorothy. Now, I'm not going to mix her affairs up, if I can help it, in a police tangle." "But if Dobson is again anxious to have me out of the way, it isn't for business reasons,'' the boy mused on. "It isn't because I'm with a rival house. Dob wouldn't stoop to murder-woultln't dare to-for no better reason than that." So it must be something in connection with Mrs. Wrenn, our hero decided. "And it's something blamed big and serious," Stanley concluded, after going over all he knew of the matter. "It must be something, too, that concerns Dorothy, for I sha'n't soon forget how staggered the old man seemed when I got mad and blurted out that Dorothy wasn't his daugh ter." But Tom presently decided that, if he tried to think the whole matter out on the small amount of information that he now possessed, he would get only a headache for his reward. "Hold on!" he grunted, with a sudden start. "Eben Dobson won't find Mrs. Wrenn in Cleveland. If he gets on her trail at all, that trail will bring him back here from Cleveland. I wonder when the next train gets in from that city?" He ran into the commercial room of the hotel, found a and ran hastily over it. There was a train from Cleveland due in about half an "My patient is going to do all right," he reported, quietly. "That poisoner, like many of his kind, put in an hour. over-dose. The over-dose saved my patient. He is going "I'll see if Doh comes in," muttered the boy, rising. to pull through all right." "Would it be better to hide, and shadow Doh, as he arrives, The physician li stened in keen interest to what our hero or would it be the wise thing to march right up to him had to say. and tackle him. The way he has been acting lately it "You'll have to report that to the police at once," sugwouldn't take such a lot of bluff to smash his nerve down gested the doctor. "Our hotel people will do the same We altogether. must catch the scoundrel." Tom set out for the depot, walking briskly. But Tom begged off for ten minutes. He had still more than ten minutes to spare by the time In that time he got old John Stacey over the telep}:ione that he reached the tracks for the incoming trains wire and told him of the meeting of the night before with "I want to meet a friend, and I don't want to wait out Hoggins and his pal. here in the crowd," whispered the boy, edging up to the "It seems to me, sir," Tom added, "that I ought to put gate-tender's side and slipping a dollar-bill into the man's the police on their trail at once." hand. "Most surely you had," Mr. Stacey replied, heartily. By that kind of gentle persuasion he slipped past the "And I will notify the police that I offer a reward of a gate, walking out along the platform beside the track. thousand dollars for the capture of Hoggins. Go ahead." Nor had he long to wait. So Tom weqt with the hotel manager to the nearest police The train, on time, soon appeared at the head of the yard officer. A few others had succeeded in slipping past the gate, Within ten minutes after that visit ended the police of but Tom, with his mind keenly on his own business, paid the city were searching for all three of Tom's enemies. little heed to them. "I hope they get 'em," Tom muttered to himself. "It's "If that train is bearing Dobson," throbbed the ooy, mighty uncomfortable to wander about, not knowing what "there may be some interesting developments soon." /

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AT THE TOP OF THE HEAP. 23 He walked h alf way down the platform, followed by One man was there who shrank back, as if liighly eager some of the oth e r people. to escape notic e Passenger s had already begun to crowd the ste ps of the "Howd y Mr. Dobson," called Tom, mockingly. "Do incoming train. Tom look e d at them, but did not di s cover Dobson among them. "He' ll be one of the la s t off," murmured the boy. The e n g in e rolling ponderously along, had now almo s t reached the little group. Its great wheel s revolved grindin g ly, and rather fa st, considering how soon the s top mu s t be made. "Oh, look out! Don't!" Tom he a rd that frantic scre a m in a woman's voice but he had no time to think what it m eant. He was seized from bihind, pitc hed headlong before the locomotive. CHAPTER X. TRAPPE D TIGHT In the brief inst ant that To m S tanley sa w that huge engine grinding down upon him it looked bi gge r than a battl e s hip and twice as de struct ive. He l a nded on his hand s nearly across the track, his l e gs up in the air for a brief ins tant. Then the cow-catcher hit him. Crunch! That was what it felt like. But instead of being ground unde r the wheels, the en gine all but stopp e d then under the engineer's guiding hand. Flop Tom landed past the track, a bit bruis e d, but with nothing broken. In a twinklin g h e was up. Realizing that the big engine had stopped, he darted across the track. "Catc h the fellow that did that!" he roared. But there was little need to shout, for two or three by standing m e n, after their first ga s p of horror, started after the criminal who had tried to kill the boy Carman, for it was he, was caught "6.t the g ate and held fa s t de s pite hi s strugg le s In tho s e strugg l es, however, h e lo s t the black b eard with whi c h h e had conceal e d his face. And now the passengers from the train were thronging up, eager for a s hare in the excit e m e nt. "Do you know this man?" demand e d a polic e man, who had taken Carm a n away from his fir s t captor s "Sure I do," snorted Tom. "Take him to the E s p e r ance Hote l, and s how him to the kitc h e n folks. They' ll t e ll y ou that thi s f e llow poisoned a stea k the re this mornin g, and that s ome on e else got it instead of me. He w a s hire d to kill me I" "Es p e ranc e Hotel?" rep eate d the polic e man, s wif t ly "Why, we've got a g e neral alarm to l o ok for thi s fe llow." "And y ou 've got him now click e d Tom. "Thoug h you d h a v e missed him in that fal s e beard." The n, wheeling, Tom let his eyes rove ove r the crowd that was pressing up against him from the train platform. y ou happen to r e cognize the prisoner?" "Did y ou address me?" asked Eben Dobson, stiffly. "We ll, mocked Tom. "Is this man yours?" "vV'hat do you mean?" quavered the old man. "Do you know the prisoner?" demanded the cop, fas tenin g his gaze on Tom's former boss. "No!" quaked Dobson, promptly. "Do you charge this man with having any connectio n with t h e prisoner?" questioned the policeman, turning a round on our hero. "I' d like to, quoth Tom, promptly. "I'd like to might ily, for I know that your prisoner was working for thi s man, Dob s on, who used to be my boss." "Ha v e you any proof that the prisoner served this man Dob s on in try ing to kill you?" persisted the officer. "That's jus t the trouble," Tom gritted. "Not a parti cle of pro o L Only my own knowledge." With that Eben Dobson regained confidence at the rate of a mile minute. "This i s a ll a scandalous lie!" he protested, hoarsely. "I know nothin g about your prisoner, officer." "I s uppose," mocked Tom, "that you haven't seen him s ince y ou two traveled on the night express from New York. Do y ou happen to remember, Dobson, the little w hi s p e r e d talk you had before upper-four when you thought my b erth was upp e r-fourteen?" Dob s on started, quivering slightly,' but he retorted: "I don't know what you're talking about, boy." "Mayb e you don't know me, either," flared Tom. Eb e n Dob s on hesitated for an instant. Th e n, with an ugly flash of his eyes he rejoined: "You used to work for me. Oh, yes, I know you-but I don t kn o w much good about you." "Saw off the game of talk and hang somebody!" jeered a sp e ct a tor in the crowd. "I'm sure of this prisoner of mine," announced the officer. ''He 's the one I was told to look out for. So I'll take him alon g Now, young man, you don't want to ID!lke any complaint ag ainst this party you call Dobson?" "It w ouldn t do any good," Tom answered. "l couldn t prove an y thin g." "You' ll have to come along with me as a witness," sug gest e d the officer. So Tom and Carman drove to a police station in the sam e patrol wagon. But with this difference-that Tom soo afte r l ef t the s tation-house, while Carman did not. "Wha t fiends there are in this world!" grunted the boy, as h e starte d back to the hotel. "Hoggins and his pa l a re not a bit b etter than Carman. When they're jugged, too, mayb e I can walk around the block with a fee ling of safe t y Shall I go to the hotel where I saw old Dob last ni ght? But what's the use? I he's there now he wouldn't have a word with me." So Stanley journeyed back to his own hotel.

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24 THE TOP OF THE HEAP. There didn't seem to be much to do. John Stacey had asked him to wait a few days on the business matter, and so there was nothing doing in that direction. Our hero wrote a short letter to Brander & Son, his employers, after which he went up to his room, after hav ing discovered that the Englishman who had ea.ten the poisoned steak was now out of danger. Through a good part of the afternoon Tom slept in his room. Toward evening he rose, took a bath, and then went down to supper. After that, time hung heavily. At last, buying some reading matter, he went up to his room with it He had not been seated more than ten minutes when there came a ring on the private telephone in his room. "That you, Mr. Stanley?" hailed a clerk's voice from the office below. "Wait a moment." Then another voice was switched on to the'wire. "That Mr. Thomas Stanley?" "Yes." "At the Esperance Hotel?" "Yes." "I am talking for Mr. John Stacey." "Oh! Good! Go ahead." Stacey will see you cvening.'1 "But he told me yesterday that he wouldn't want to see me for a few days." "He has changed his mind, Mr. Stanley." "I am glad of that," laughed Tom. "At what hour does he want to see me?" "As soon as you can come out this evening." "All right." "And say!" "Well?" "You've been having so much trouble lately that Mr. Stacey asks you to come out in a cab. He thinks you'll be safer. In fact, Mr. Stacey insists that you use a cab. He'll pay for it." "'All right. And thank Mr. Stacey for me, please.'' "Then you'll be out right away?" "I'll start at once." "Then I'll tell Mr. Stacey. Good-bye." Two minutes later our hero left his room, went down stairs and the office. To the driver on the box of a cab before the hotel en ,,. trance our hero gave the millionaire manufacturer's ad dress. Then Tom leaned back in comfort on the cushions. "This cab habit ain't a bad one," he murmured, luxuri ously. lcr wish I could afford to keep one of my own." By degrees they left the more crowded part of the town behind. At last the vehicle turned out on the avenue on which Mr. Stacey lived. "I wonder if he'll have the builder there to-night to talk over matters?" wondered the boy. Or does he want to see me just for a little social chat?" Suddenly the cab stopped. Tom leaned forward, to see if they reached the Stacey house. Not" by considerable! The vehicle had stopped just before those same vacant fields of tragic memory. Then, before our hero could quite realize what had hap pened, one of the doors flew open. The big, ugly, sinister face of Bill Hoggins loomed in the doorway as the brute shot out his arms to grab the boy. In the same instant the other cab door opened and the driver pounced in. "Help!" was all Tom had time to shout. Even that cry was hushed in his mouth, for these scoun drels had a heavy grip on his throat. "Now we'll see if ye'll git away this time!" jeered Bill Hoggins, hoarsely. CHAPTER XI; THE LAST TRUMP Slam Over the fence, into the field, went Tom, and Hoggins landed on him, choking him. the brute grabbed him up and bore him swiftly across the field through the darkness of the black night. In the middle of the field Bill threw him down again, keeping an oppressing hand at the boy's throat. "Turned the poli ,ce loose on me, did ye?" growled Bill "Wouldn't you, if anybody used you the same way?" gurgled Tom. He couldn't talk loudly, for the wary brute didn't allow enough afr to pass down the boy's wind-pipe. "Ye'll never give me any more trouble," retorted Hog gins, decisively. "Ye'll never get away again! Ye've played yer last trick on Bill Hoggins. The only trick left is the one that I'm going to play!" ;,1 "You're going to kill me, eh?" Tom murmured, hoarsely. "Surest thing that eve r happened to any one." 1 "Then I'll be mighty sorry for one thing." "Will, eh? What?" "I'd like to be alive at the time you're led to the gallows," grimaced the boy. "I'd like to see just how much nerve you'll have when they're fitting the noose around your neck!" "Stop that!" growled Bill Hoggins, hoarsely. "Frightens you, does it?" jeered the boy. "Never you mind!" "Oh, you'll be more frightened still, when the hanging time gets around. But don't take it too much to heart, Hoggins. The strangling doesn't last more than twenty minutes." "You infernal, tormenting kid!" raged the brute. "Say, Hoggins, do )'ou believe much in ghosts?" "What are ye talkin' about?" demanded the brute, thickly. "If I'm killed, you'll soon know all about ghosts.''

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A T THE T O P OF THE HEAP. 25 =================-:===============================-:-==============;::====== Tom could feel, with inward glee, that the hand at his as Bill azid his companion reached the other side of t he throat was trembling. fence "I don't know, Bill, but what I'm glad you're up to this Up once more! game," went on the boy, hoarsely. "If it wasn't for this, Tom was sprinti n g straight up the aven ue, w ith b u t a there might not be much chance of your being hung single tho u g h t "Hung?" repeated the exforeman, adding an oath Yet the sou n d s of p u rs uit sh owed him that h is purs u ers "Y e're so g l ad it may happen to me that I'll give ye a taste did not mean to give u p the chase o f it now! Tom was heading for J ohn Stacey's house Grip His big hand, becoming steadier, clutched at t h e He r eached the stoop. As he whee led and whirled u p the youngster's wind pipe until Tom Stanley felt life rapid l y steps he saw tha t h i s purs u ers were pearly two h un dred feet slipping a.way from him. behind him. Then the pressure stopped, the boy and gulping, The front door was locked-of course! unable to speak much above a whisper. But Stanley did not even try that door until he had first "I'm giving you a taste of what you're talki n about," furiously jabbed at the e l ectric button. -l eered t h e ex-fo r eman . Now he turned to face his p u rs u ers "Havi ng a cat and mouse t i me?" whispered the boy, T hey were a l most at the stoop, pant i ng, b u t st ill st r ong grimly enough to make a desperate fight ''I'm waitin' for my pa l that drove ye here," chuck led "Help! Murder yelled Tom Stan ley, at t h e t o p o f Bill. "He's got to put his rig up somewhere Ye'll have his voice. another ride in that tonight but ye won't know anything Then Bill Hoggins darted up the stoop! a.bout it then!" "Take that!" roared Tom, reaching forward w i t h one Was that driver Hank in disguise? Tom wondered fist. But, no The two men were of different builds Bill trie d to parry', but there wasn't any blow to pa r ry Evidently Hank had weakened from going further in For, instead, Tom drew swiftly back, raising one foot crime with Bill Hoggins and p l anting it heav i ly on the brute's abdomen. "Here comes the pal," gloated Hoggins, suddenly. "He's Bill g r oaned and went down. bringing the ciub, too, I see. I'm going to gag ye, and His pal, with a curse, dragged I-foggins sheerly out of the then pound the life out of ye! It'll be as pleasant as the way, past sight from the doorway. hanging ye're figgering on having yer ghost see, won't it?" Then back came this pal. jeered the big fellow He darted up the steps, more on his guard than Hogg in s "You think you're going to have fun with me?" whishad been. perecl the boy, hoarsely. "But wa.it Wait! My ghost will Tom struck out, but it was no use. haunt you all the time! Hoggins, I'll haunt you unti l I In another instant he and the scoundrel were w r appe d in have the satisfaction of seeing you driven so crazy that a close lock, struggling like fiends. they' ll put you in a straight-jacket. Your torment will last Then the door flew open and John Stacey appeare d t h ere, a l ong time. O h, wait!" backed by two men servants Bill l eaned back / shaking He was fearfully supersti "Help! help!" panted Tom. tious, and Tom, having discovered that fact, was trading Tom's assai l ant did not let go, but on the contra r y o n i t. fought harder to drag the boy down the stoop. "There's the great, white haunt of some one behind you "Jump in and stop that!" ordered Mr Stacey, turning nowpointing a blazing finger at you!" gurgled Stanley, to his men servants. pretending to show fright in his own eyes. "Here, nof, with yez !''roared a newcomer on the scene. With a stifled yell; Hoggins fell back and turned. A man in police uniform darted at the contestants, at That instant was enough for desperate Tom Stanley. the same time waving back the Stacey servants He squirmed away, bounding to his feet all in a. second. "I'll take charge of these fighters roa red the man in Straight across the field he dashed, running with all his blue. "Get back there might. Tom Stanley felt the grip of fate tightening around him Further down the field, n ot far away, was the driver. as he heard that half disguised voice and stared at the face B u t Tom veered away from him at almost right angles of the newcomer. "Stop him screamed the ex-foreman, himself poundFor that ''policeman" was Hoggins's pal, Hank, in some ing the ground hara. sto len uniform Both pursuers were dangerously close as Tom neared the fence. Could he clear that barrier? CHA .PTER XII. With an prayer Tom reached the fence CONCLUSION. Still praying, Tom took the jump. 'I'he policeman was tight l y gripping Tom's l ate assailant O n hands and knees he on the sidewalk beyond with one hand, and our hero with the other.

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2G AT THE TOP O F THE H E AP. "Mr. Stac ey," Tom, pit eous ly, d on't all o w this I "Dobson has got on the t r a il of the same b u s in ess t hat outrage! Thi s fellow i s n t a policeman a t a ll. brou ght you h e r e Stan l ey," smi l ed Mr. Stac ey, who w as "Shut up!" roar e d H a nk, s hakin g t h e boy h a rd. s till somewhat palli d from the rece n t e x cit emen t "--is the pal of Hoggin s," fini s h e d Tom, desperate l y "Afte r the m a rb l e contract ? in quire d our h e ro. "Down on the s id e walk you'll find Ho gg in s h i mself, unless "Yes," rep l ied Mr. Stacey he has run away!" "'11h e n, per h aps, I'd b ette r go in an other ro o m if y ou "This mu s t b e e x plained!" cri e d Mr S tacey, runnin g gent l emen have b usi n e s s to ta lk over," hin te d Tom. down the s teps. "It is not n ecessa r y," repl ied M r. Stacey, rath e r coldl y "No explanation need ed, sir," r e tor te d Hank, c r isp ly. I doubt if Mr D o bson expects to get t h e bus iness away "I'm an officer. Don t 'nterfere with me." from Brand e r & Son ." "But what ar e you doing with tha t boy for a p ri s o ner?" "But why not, Stacey?" demande d the o l d r og ue, alinsi s ted Mr. Stac ey. mos t sharp l y "Do the Brander peopl e offer you any b e tter "I've g ot my orders from headquart e r s that's a ll sir," goods or t e rm s than I can? Why s h o ul d t h is boy c arry blurt e d Hank. th e ord e r !!-way from an old vete r an in marb l e like myself?" "He's no policeman I tell you, Mr. Sta c e y," i nsi s ted the "I've h alf a g re e d to give the ord e r to S ta nley's firm ,boy. "He is Hoggins's pal. The y r e t r y in g to murder repli e d Mr Stacey, c o ldl y "I was about to t e ll y ou tha t me-this crowd!" Mr Dobson, when the doorbe ll ra n g s o h a rd." "Ge t back in the house th ? re, all of you!" ord e r e d Hank Dobson had at least one virtue i n b us iness. H e kn e w bri s kly. "If you don't, ther e' ll b e som e of you get hurt." whe n to q u i t row he saw that the r e was no pro s p ect wbatWrench W a tching hi s chan c e in t hose d e s perate mo-eve r of hi s landin g an ord e r with th i s mill ionai r e m an u ment s Tom Stanley f a irly tor e himsel f out of Hank 's fa cture r .So h e r e a c h e d for hi s hat. clutch. "Jus t one minute, M r Dobs on, i f you p lease," broke He darted up th e s t e p s b e hind the astonish e d m e n ser in the boy. I hav e a quest i on that I want to ask." vant s I don't want to h e a r i t," r etor t e d Stanley's forme r boss, "Mr. Stacey," cri e d th e boy from the i nside of the halltestil y way, "if that villain claim s to b e a p o li c e m an te ll him "Mr Stacey, s hot o u t our h e ro may I a s k i f y o u kn o w you'll tel e phon e the station-house a nd see what th e rea l an y thin g about a woman who onc e w ent by t h e nam e of police say." Stacey and who now call s her s elf Emma Wr e nn ?" One of the m e n ser vants raced in to t h e ha llway. Eb e n D o bson s tifl e d a s c r e am down i nto a s n ort A sec ond la te r the y could bear a t e l e p hone b e ll tink li n g But h e no l o nger seem e d an x ious to go. "Give m e polic e h e adquart e r s in a ru sh!" s hou ted t h e "Stace)'? Wr enn?" r e p e at e d the o l d millionai re, s lowly. servant. I don't know of any s u c h p e r son. Why do you ask?" Two mor e m e n servan ts a p p e ar e d at t hat momen t "O.f course v o u don t know o.f any such p e r s on," grate d Hank h e sita te d for a n inst ant. in Ebe n hoarsel y "Mr Stacey, t his boy i s on e Then, kicking Hoggin s h e gruff ed: of th e biggest liars that eve r breat h ed." "Git and hik e !" "Ne v e r mind that, Tom r e tort e d, war m l y I am inI All thre e of th e s coundr e l s put off in h o t haste "Policeterest c d in thi s woman I s p e ak of, and in some way I have man" Hank l e adin g th e w a y with a fine s tart. g otten an id e a tha t M r. Stac e y will b e interest e d in her, "Hav e you got police headquart e r s ?" crie d Mr. Stacey, too." hurry ing into the hall. "He won' t interrupt e d Dobs on, h oar s e ly. "Here they are, sir." "Mrs Wr e nn i s in thi s tow n Ur. Stace y," Tom wen t o n "Shut that door, and all of you stay on g u a r d," call e d "In fact, s h e s not fa r from h e r e at thi s mome n t S o m e bac k John Stac ey, as he hurri e d t o the ph o ne. how I've a notion that you ought to see h er." In a few t e r se, s nappy s entences, the o l d millionaire inI In town? N e a r h ere? f o rmed the real poli c e what bad bee n takin g p lace o n h i s The words came falteri n g l y from D o bson 's lips. His stoop. h a t f e ll from hi s n e rveless finge r s H e b ent to the floor Then he turned around to our h e ro to pi c k it up a g a in. "My lad the old man went on, cal m in g dow n wonder-"The fact that Mr s W r enn i s r ig h t close at h a nd seems full y quick come into th e libr a r y wit h m e." to upset our fri enc1," hinted Tom, malic iously. "Mr Th e y ent e red the librar y s id e b y s id e S tacey, doesn t it seem rather p l ain t hat our frien d D ob-Th e re awai t e d another s urprise for our h e r o s on, woul d rather not have you li ste n to talk a bout Mr s A. man who had been seated there rose qui c kl y from a n Wrenn?" arm -chair. "It does look that way," adm i tted t h e old m illion a ire. H e faced the boy g a s pin g ly. Tap tap soun ded at the door "You-here-Ebe n Dobs on?" pant e d the boy John Stacey ope ned to bis but l e r "Well, why shouldn't I be here?" blu s t e r e d t h e old ro g u e Two polic emen are h ere, wis h i n g t o see you, sir, anTom turned to his host. nounced the bu t l e r.

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AT .THE TOP OF THE HEAP. 27 them to wait a few minutes, J obnson." "Yes, si r Now the old millionaire manufacturer wheeled around upon Eben Dobson. "Pobson, have you any explanation to offe r me regardig this Wrenn woman?" "Not a word, Mr Stacey." "Don't you think, Mr Stacey," brok e in Tom, "that it would be a good. idea to send for the woman? She would come, I think, if you were to send her word. She might be able to clear up something that seems to be in the wind." "Where i s s he?" asked the old millionaire. Tom gave the number on Foam Avenue. "I think," a1mounced .l\Ir. Stacey, "that I'll call for my carriage and drive down there." "Don't you do suc h a foolish thing," protested Dobson, trying to lau gh "This look s some lik e a trap or snare again st you, Mr. Stacey You don't know the trickiness of this boy as I do. "Dobson, your very anxiety JilPt to have me meet this Wrenn woman give s me all the stronger idea that I ought to," commented Mr. Stacey. "I'm going, then, Mr. Stacey, if I can't serve you with my advice," s ugg ested Dobson, again moving toward the door. But John Stacey leaped into the path of the rogue "My d ear fellow," warned John Stacey, hi s voice ring ing, "if you attemp t to l eave this house for the present I'll turn you over to one of the .two policemen whom you heard my butler say are waiting at the door." "Turn me over to the police?" gasped Dobson, recoiling. "What for ?" "I'll take a chance on turning you over to the police, if you try to l eave this house before you receive my per mis s ion," warned the old millionaire, while Tom Stanley s tood looking on in breathless excitement over this scen e which he had st irred up. Dobson, I've been l ooking at you._ I think I know you l I only wonder that my eyes did not di scover one or two things sooner than they did. But my eyes are g rowing old." "I don't understand you at all," bluffed Dobson. "Do you want to leave, knowing as you do that the at tempt will result in your falling into the hands of the police?" "No,'. quaked the old rogue, s inking into the n earest chair. John Stacey again rang for hi s butler. "Johnson I'll speak to the policemen as I go out. I want you to stay in the room here and keep your eyes on Mr. Dobson. If he tries to leave, turn him over to the police officers on my complaint." "Very good, sir." A footman ca.me to say that the car riage was at the door Mr. Stacey's footsteps could be heard passing down the hallway. Tom took to walking softly up and down the room. By and by the motion irritated the old rogue, wh o looked up at him, snarling: "You young scoundrel!" "You called m e that once before, Dob," smiled the boy, halting and looking a t his former employer. "But, somehow, you don t look quite as jaunty and important as you used to when you bullyragged your poor clerks i n your New York counting-room." "So you've bee n living just to try to get me into trouble, have you?" snarled the old rogue. "Per hap s I've been fighting back a bit in self defense, Dob. If you had k ept out of my way you might never have seen me again ':"urning on his heel, Tom resumed his pacing of the room. The minutes lagg e d, as they always do in times of sus pense. But at last the doorbell was heard ringing John Stacey stepped in. On his arm was "Mrs. Emma Wrenn," looking wonderfully happy. "Oh, Tom Stanley, how much I owe to you to-night!" cried the old millionaire. "Your news has reunited me with the wife I had believed to b e dead." A g roan of terror came from Eben Dobson. "You inf e rnal scoundrel quivered John Stacey, leavin g his wife and striding angrily over to Dobso. For an in stant every one else present expected to see the old millionaire s trike the rogue But Mr. Stacey recovered himself with a great effort. "The ser pent that destroyed my happiness through the best years of my life!" uttered Mr. Stacey. "You, Eben Dobson !" Th en, turning away from the wretch, and going back to his wife, the old millionaire called the boy over to them. "My d ear try to express your thanks to young Stanley, who ha s been the sole means of bringing this happiness about." Mr s Stacey tried to thank the boy, but he r voice br oke down, though her eyes swam with the tears of happiness "You are wondering what it all means, Stanley," went on the old millionaire "The more you guess, the further vou will be from the truth. It is a story of such infamy I have never heard before. But you, who have done so much for us, are entitled to know. I think I can tell you I briefly "A good many years ago I lived in Chicago. I w a s pros pering fairly in those days, and I had married a wife who had at lea s t a quarter of a million dollars in her own right. "Our best friend-so we thought-in those days was a man named Edward Stevens. That was the name Dobson once went under. Iow many other names he has had in his life I don't know-or care now. "At one time whe n this fellow, Dobson or Stevens, hap pened to be at our home, my wife had prepared a tempting dish for my lunch e on. She had cooked it herself, and was proud of it. One ru.ticle that she wanted to flavor the dish with she sent Dobson out to get .. ''I ate some of the food before they tried .it. I was taken

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28 AT THE. TOP OF THE HEAP. ill. Dobson told her that the clerk at the store ing's eastbound, lightning express would never reach New must have made some mistake in the flavoring. He told York. her he get me to a hospital at once. But it did, and the Staceys were reunited. "He took me away to a private sanitarium, kept 'by some Eben Dobson came east on the same train, under the rascally doctor. Later in the afternoon he went to my wife watchful eyes of two private detectives. and told her that I had died. Then he obtained some of Within forty-eight hours the rogue had been compelled the food, saying he would take it to a chemist. He soon to restore, with interest for all those years, 'the fortune out came back to my frantic wife, saying that the chemist had of which he had swindled Mrs. Stacey. r eported arsenic as being in the food. It took the l ast penny of the scoundrel's fortune, but "Then, in a pretended fright, Dobson told my wife that John Stacey relentlessly forced him to give up all. they would both be charged wit!\ poisoning me. The poor "Such villains should never have money. They use it girl was so afraid of courts that she collapsed. Dobson only for harm," was Mr. Stacey's comment. cunningly persuaded her to leave Chicago with him. He Then came the question of rewarding Tom Stanley. took h e r to a place of hiding. Miss Dorothy's attitude made it necessary, also, to con"Later he told her that the police were searc hing everysider what a son-in-law named Stanley should do to take where for h er, on a charge of having poisoned me. He told his place in the world. her of the large sums of money that would be needed in diSo the former business of Dobson & Company came over recting suspicion away from her. Bit by bit he forced her into Tom Stanley's hands, and there was joy in one countto sign her entire fortune away to him. ing-room. "That doctor at the sanitarium must have been in Dob-Tom merged the busine ss with that of Bran der & Son, son's pay. He kept me a close patient for weeks, and when taking a partnership with that latter firm. He is still a I was allowed to go my mind was so weak that Dobson took partner. me away for rest. After a while he told me of my wif e's Dorothy, never having been named by her mother, still death, and showed me a pretended certificate of that death. retains the name of Dorothy-with the name of Stanley "In despair I signed papers authorizing Dobson-Stevadded. ens he then called himself-to dispose of my home and Mr. Stacey has retired from business, and has bought a business, as I neve r wanted to return to Chicago. country home in Westchester, near New York. "So you can see how well this scoundre l has covered up Every Saturda y night Tom Stanley, now at the top of his tracks through these years. He tried to induce my wife the heap"in line of business, takes his young wife up to go abroad to live, but that she utterly refused to do. to spend over Sunday with "the old folks." She sett led in Cleveland, Dobson furnishing her with With them often goes Tom' s chum, Bob Ellert, now one money enough to barely live along. of the managers for Brander Son & Stanley. "Some years ago my wife saw my name in the band of a shirtwai st that she bought. It affected her strangely. She wrote to Dobson, whose change of name she knew, of course. He soon wired her from Cincinnat i that the she m e n tioned was not her husband. Then he hastened on to Cleveland, and assured her that I was not the same man who had been her husband-in fact, could not be since I had been dead more than sixteen years." "And when our child was born," broke in Mrs. Wrenn, falterin gly, "he told me that she bad died. I believed him, since he showed me the certificate of her death." Tom tore frantically at bis inner vest pocket. Then he thrust a photograph of Dorothy before the startle d woman. As the woman sta red at the pretty, girlish, pictured face, Tom's eyes scanned Mrs. Stacey's face. The resemblance between Dorothy an d Mrs. Stacey was not to be denied. "Oh, John," cried the woman, thrusting the card into her hu sband's shaki n g hands, "this must be our child-the daughter you never saw!" "Is it?" thundered John Stacey, strid ing up to where Eben Dodson cowered. "Yes!" came the hoarse admission. It seemed to three eager travelers as if the next mornEben Dobson, stripped of his ill-gotten fortune, soon took to swindling, was caught at it, and is now in prison. B'y one of Fate's strange pranks he is a convict ill the same pri son with Carman and with Hoggins and his two pals. The last three were caught within a week after their last attempt upon our h ero's life. It goes without saying that the Brander rm got the contract for supplying the marble for building Burdick College. (THE END.) One of the strangest, jolli est sto ries you ever read will be printed complete in Number 34 of THE WIDE AW AKE WEEKLY, out next week! It will appear under the title, "A LEMON FOR HIS; OR, NAT'S CORNER IN GOLD BRICKS." That favorite author, Edward N. Fox, wrote this strange, exciting and, in many spots, hilarious narrative. Don't miss this winner I SPECIAL NOTICE: All back numbers of this weekly are always in print. If you cannot obtain them from any newsdea ler, send the price in money or postage stamps by mail to FRANK TOUSEY, J>UBLISHER, 24 UNION SQUARE, NEW YORK, and you will receive the copies you order by return mail.

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Shasta. 195 Young Wild West' s Cowboy Dance; or, Arletta's Annoying Ad-164 Young Wild West at Death Divide; or, Arietta's Great Fight. mirer. 165 Young Wild West and the Scarlet Seven; or, Arlettas Daring 106 Young Wild West' s Double Shot; or, Cheyenne Charlie's Life Leap. Line. 166 Young Wild West's Mirror Shot; or, the Renegades. 197 Young Wild W est at Gold Gorge; or, Arletta and the Drop of 167 Young Wild West and the Greaser Gang; or. Arietta as a Spy. Death. 168 Young Wild West losing a Million ; or, How Arietta Helped Him 198 Young Wild West and the Gulf Gang; or, Arletta's Three Shots. Out. 199 Young Wild West's Treasure 'l'rove; or, The Wonderful Luck ot 169 Young Wild West and the Railroad Robbers; or, Lively Work In the Girls. Utah. 200 Young Wild West's Leap in the Dark; or, Arietta and the Under-170 Young Wild West Corrallng the Cow-Punchers; or, Arietta'& Swim ground Stream. 171 Wes.t "Facing the Music"; or, The Mistake the Lynch201 Young Wild West and the Silver Queen; or, The Fate or the ers Made. Mystic Ten. 172 Younb Wild West and "Montana Mose"; or, Arietta's Messe nger 202 West Striking it Rich; or, Arietta and the Cave of of eath. Th Sh th S 203 Young Wild West's Relay Race; or, The Fight at Fort Feather. 173 Young Wild West at Grizzly Gulch; or, e ot at aved the 204 Young Wild West and the "Crooked Cowboys"; or, Arletta and the Camp. Cattle Stampede. 174 Young Wild West on the Warpath; or, Arietta Among the Ara205 Young Wild West at Sizzling Fork; or, 'A Hot Time With tile pahoe!. J c J 175 Young Wild West and "Nebraska Nick.,; or, The Cattle Thieves !aim umpers. ot the Platte. 206 Young Wild West and "Big Buft'alo" ; or, Arietta at the Stake. 176 Young Wild West and the Magic Mine; or, How Arietta Solved&. 207 Young Wild West Raiding the Raiders; or, The Vengeance o f the Mystery. Vlgilants. 177 Young Wild West as a Cavalry Scout; or, Saving the Settlers. 208 Young Wild West's Royal Flush; or, Arietta and the Gamblers. 178 Young Wild West Beatin?, the Bandits; or, Arietta's Best Shot. 2 09 Young Wild West and the Prairie Pirates; or, The Fight for the Box 179 Young Wild West and 'Crazy Hawk"; or, The Redskins' Last of Gold. Raid. 21 O Young Wild West Daring Death: or, How the Sorrel Saved Arietta. 180 Young Wild West Chasing the Cowboys; or, Arletta the Lariat 211 Yonng Wild West Corr a ling the Comanches; or, Arietta and the Silver Queen. 'l'omahawk. 181 Young Wild West and the TreacherouR Trapper; or, Lost in the Great 212 Young Wild West at Spangle Springe: or, The Toughest Town in Texas. North Woode. 213 Young Wild West and the Renegade Ranchman; or, Arietta in a Trap. 182 Young Wild West's Dash to Deadwood; or, Arletta and tbe 21 ( Yonng Wild West's Gold Duet Drift: or, Losing a Cool Million. Kidnappers. 215 Young Wild West and the Overland Outlaws; or, Arietta'e Death 183 Young Wild West's Silver Scoop; or, Cleaning Up a Hundre d Charm. Thousand. 216 Young Wild West and the Ace of Clubs; or, A Hurri.an Pack of Cards. For sale by all newsdealers, or will be sent to any address on receipt of price, 5 cents per copy, in money or postage stamps, by FBANK 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. 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Everything I" A COMPLETE SET IS A REGULAR ENCYCLOPEDIA! These. Books Tell You Each oonsists of sixty-four pages, printed on good paper, in clear type aid neatly bound in an attractive, illustrated cover. Most of the books are a l so profusely illustrated, and all of the subjects treated upon are explained in such a simple manner that any child. can thoroughly understand them. Look over the list as classified and if you want to know anything about the subjec\I mentioned. THESE BOOKS ARE FOR SALE BY ALL NEWSDEALERS OR WILL BE SENT BY MAIL TO ANY ADDRESS FROM '!'HIS OFFICE ON RECEIP r OF PRICE, TEN CENTS EACH, Oit ANY 'l'HREE BOOKS FOR 'l'WENTY-FIVE CENTS. POSTAGE STAMPS TAKEN THEl SAME AS MONEY. Address FRANK TOUSEY, Publisher, 24 Union Square, N.Y. MESMERISM. No. 81. HOW 'J..' 0 MESMERIZE.-Coni:aining the most ap prov e d meth o ds of mesmerism ; also how to cure all kinds of dis ease s by animal magnetism, or, magn e tic heal..!.w:. By Prof. Leo Hugo Koch, A. C. S., author of "How to Hypmmze," etc. PALMISTRY. N. 5 1. HOW TO DO TRICKS WITH CARDS.-Containing e xplanations of the general principles of s l eight-of-hand applicable to card tricks: of card tricks with o rdinary ca r ds, and not requiring 1 leight-of-hand; of tricks in vo lving sleight-of-hand or the use of lllM'Ci a lly prepared cards. By Professor Haffner. Illustr a ted. LE TTER WRITING. No. 11. HOW TO WRITE LOVE-LETTERS.A most c om plete little book, containing full directions for writing love-letters, and when to use the m, giving speci men letters for young and old. No. 12. HOW TO WRITE LETTERS TO LADIES. Giving complete instructi ons for writing letters to ladies on all subjects; also letters of introduction, notes and requests. No. 24. HOW XO WRITE LETTERS TO GENTLEMEN.Containing full directions for writing to gentlemen on all subjects; al so giving sample letters for instruction. No. 53. HOW TO WRITE f,E"CTERS.-A wonderful little book telling you how to write to your sweetheart, your father, mother, sister, brother, employer; and, in fact, everybody and any body you wi s h to write to. F.lvery young man and y oung lady in the land should have this book. No. 74. HOW TO WRITE LETTERS CORRECTLY. Con taining full instructions for writing letters o n almost any subject also rnles for punctuation a n d composition, with specimen l e tters'.

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THE STAGE. No. 41. THE BOYS OF NEW YORK END MEN'S JOKE BOOK.-Containing a great variety of the latest jokes used by the most famous end men. No amateur mins t r els is complete without this wonderful little book. No. 42. THE BOYS OF NEW YORK STUMP SPEAKER C ontai:iing a varied asso;tn;i ent of 8tump speeches, Negro, Dutch a nd Irish. Also end mens Jokes. Just the thing for home amuse. ment and amateur shows . No. 45. THE BOYS OF NEW YORK MINSTREL GUIDE AND JOKE BQOK.:--Something new and very instructive Every boy. ob tam this as it contains full instructions for or1amzmg an amateur mmstrel troupe No. 65. MULDOON'S JOKES.-This is one of the most original joke J:iooks ever and it is brimful of wit and humor. It contaws a large collection of songs, jokes, conundrums, etc., of T errence Muldoon, the great wit, humorist, and practical joker of the day. Every boy who can enjoy a good substantial joke should obtain a copy immediately. No .. 79. HQW TO BECOME AN ACTOR.-Containing com plete mstruct10ns how to m11;ke ur for various characters on the stage; together with the duties o the Stage Manager Prompter S cenic Artist and Property Man. By a prominent Stage Manager'. N?. 80. GUS WII,LIAll:IS' JOKE BOOK.-Cont'a.ining the latest Jokes, anecdotes and funny stories of this world-renowned and ever popular German comedian. Sixty-four pages handsome colored cover containing a half-tone photo of the HOUSEKEEPING. No. 31. HOW TO BECOME A SPEAKER.-Containing teen illustrations, giving the different positions requisite to become a good speaker, read e r and elocutionist. Also containing gems from a.II the popular of prose and poetry, arranged in the mOlt simple and con c1s.:i manner possible ., No. 49 _HOW TO DEB.A.'.rE.-Giving rules for conducting d .. bates, outlines for debate1, questions for discussion, and the ben sources for procuring infotmation on .the questions given. SOCIETY. No. 3. HOW TO FLIRT.-The arts and wiles of flirtation arl fully exp lained by this little book. Besides the various methods of haLdkerchief, fan. glove, parasol, window and hat flirtation, it con tains a full list of the languag e and sentiment of flowers, which le in.teresting to everybody, both old and young. You cannot be happJ without one. No. 4. HOW TO DANCE is the title of a new and handsome little book just is sued by Frank Tousey. It contains full instruc tions in the art of dancing, etiquette in the ball-room and at partiel, how to dres1!, and full directions for calling off in all popular square dances. No. 5. HOW TO MAKE LOVE.-A complete guide to love, courtship and marriage, giving sensible advice, rules and etiquette to be observed, with many curious and intl!resting things not gen erally known. No. 17. HOW .ro DRESS.-Contaiuing full instruction in the art of dressing and appearing well at home and abroad, giving the se lecti ons of colors, material. and how to hav e them made up. No. 18. HOW '.rO BECOME BEAUTIFUL.-One of the brightest and most valuable little books ever given to the world. Everybody wishes to know bow to become beautiful, both male and female. 'l'he secret is simple, and almost costless. Read this book and be convinc ed how to become beautiful. 16. H9W TO KEEP WIND.OW GARDEN.-Containing full mstructions for constructmg a wmdow garden eithe r in town or country, and the most approved methods for raising beautiful flowers at home. The most complete book of the kind ever pub-lished. BIRDS AND ANIMALS. No. 30. HOW TO COOK.-One of the -most instructive books No. 7. HOW TO KEEP BIRDS.-Handsomely illustrated and on cooking ever published. It contains recip es for cooking meats containing full instructions for the management and training of the fish, game and oysters; also pies, puddings, cakes and all kinds of pastry, ancl a grand collection of recipes by one of our most popular canary, mo c kingbird, bobolink, blackbird paroquet, parrot, etc. cooks. No. 39. HOW TO RAISE DOGS, POULTRY, PIGEONS AND No. 37. HOW TO KBEP HOUSE.-It contains information for RABBITS.-A useful and instructive book. Handsomely illus e verybody, boys, girls, m e n and women; it will teach you how to trated. By Ira Drofraw. make almost anything around the house, such as parlor ornaments No. 40 .. HOW TO l\IAKE AND SET TRAPS.-Including hints brackets, cements, Aeolian harps, and bird lime for catching birds. on how to cateh mol es weasels, otter, rats, squirrels and birds. A l so how to cure skins Copiously illustrated. By J. Harrington ELECTRICAL. K eene No. 46. HOW TO MAKEl AND USffi ELECTRICITY.-A deNo. 50. HOW TO STUFF BIRDS AND ANil\:IALS.-A scription of the worn.!el'ful uses of electricity and. electrn magnetism; valuable book, giving instruc tions in collect ing, preparing, mountin& together with foll instructions for making Electric Tovs, Batteries, and preserving birds animals and ihs ects t B G T b I A D No 54. HOW TO KEEP AND MANAGE PETS.-Giving com e c. Y eorge re e M., M. Containing o ver fifty iiplete information as to the manner and method of raising, keep1'ng, lustrations. No. 64. HOW TO MAKE ELECTRICAL MACHINES.-Contaming, breeding, and managing all kinds of pets; also giving full taining fnll Jirections for making electrical machines, induction instructions for making cages, etc. Fully explained by twenty-eight coils dynamos. and many novel toys to be worked by electricity illustrations making it the most complete book pf the kind ever By R. A. R. Bennett. Fully Illustrate d published. No. 67. HOW TO DO ELECTRICAL TRICKS.-Contaioing a MISCELLANEOUS. large collection of instructive nnd highl y amusing electrical tricks, No. 8. HOW TO BECOME A SCIENTIST,_..A useful and in tog ethe r with illustrntions. By A. Anderson. structive book, giving a complete treatise on chemistry; also ex periments in acoustics, mechanics, mathematics, chemistry, and di ENTERTAINMENT. rections for making fireworks, colored fires, and gas balloons. Thl1 No. 9. HOW TO BECOME A VENTRILOQUIST.-By Harrv book cannot be equa l ed. The secret given away. Every intelligent boy r eading No. 14. HOW TO MAKE CANDY.-A complete band-book for this book of instructions, by a practical professor (delighting multimaking.all kinds of candy, .... etc. tudes every night wi t h his wonderful imitations), can master the No. 84 HOW 'l'O BECOME A1Y AUTHOR.-Containing full art, and create any amount of fun for hims el f and fri ends. It is the information regarding choice of subjects, the use of words and the greatest book published. and there's million!!.L(of fun) in h. manner of preparing and submitting manuscript. Also containing No. 20. HOW TO ENTERTAIN AN EVENING PARTY.-A valuable informati on as to neatness, legibility and genera l com very valuable little book just published. A complete compendium position of manuscript, essential to a successful author. -By Prince of games, sports, card diversions, comic recitation s, etc., suitable Hiland. . for parlor or drawing-i;oom entertainment. It contains more for the No. 38. HOW TO BECOME YOUR OWN DOCTOR.-A w
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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 Covers A new one issued every Friday Price 5 cents a copy This Weekly contains interesting stories of smart boys, who win fame and fortune by their ability to take advantage of p a ssing opportuniti e s Some of the se storie s are founded on true incidents in the lives of our mo s t successful self-made men, and show how a boy of plu ck, perseveranc e and brains can be c ome famous and wealthy. Every one of this series contains a good moral tone which m a k e s "Fame and Fortune Weekly a maga zine for the home, although each number is replete with exciting adventures The storie s are the very b est 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 l'U1lLISHED. 1 A Lucky Deal ; or, The Cutest Boy In Wall Street. 2 Born to G o od Luc k : or, The Bo y Who 3 A Corner In Corn; o r H o w a C h ic a go Boy Did the Trick. 4 A Gam e of Chance: o r, The B o y Who W o n Out. 5 Hard t o B e at; o r The C l e v e rest B o y In Wall Street. 6 Bulldlng a Rallroa d : o r The Y o u n g Contractors of Lake view. 7 Winning His Way ; o r The You n ge s t Editor lo Green River. 8 The Whe e l of Fort u ne ; o r, The R ecord of a S e lf-Made Boy 9 Nip and Tuck; o r, The Young Brokers of W all Street. 10 A Copp e r or. The R oy s Who Worke d a D eserted Mine. 11 A Luc ky P enny; o r T h e l'or t u ne s o f a B os t o n Boy. 12 A Diamond in the R ough: o r A Brave Boy s Start In Life. 13 Baiting the B ears : o r The Nerv i est B o y In Wall Street. 14 A Gold Bric k ; o r, The B o y Vl' b o Could Not b e D o wn e d. 15 A Streak of Luc k ; o r The B oy Wh o l!'e a t b e r e d His N est. 16 A Good Thing; o r T h e Boy Wh o l\Ia d e a 1rortune 17 King of the l\larket ; o r, '!'be Y ou n g 'l'rade r In Wall Street. 18 Pure Grit; or, On e B oy in a Thousand 19 A Rise lo Life ; o r, The Career of a Factory B o y 20 A Barre l o f l\I o n ey : o r, A Bright Boy I n W a ll S t r eet. 21 All to the G ood ; o r From Call B o y to Manage r. 22 How He Got '.rb e r e : or, 'l' h e P l u c kiest Boy of The m All. 23 Bound to Win; or, The B oy Wh o Got Ri e b 24 Pushing It Th r o u g h ; o r 'l' he Fate o f a t u c k y B o y 25 A Born Spe c ul ator; or, The Y oung Sphinx o f Wall Street. 26 'l'he Way to Suc ces s ; o r, 'l'b e R o y Who Got 'l'h e re. 27 Struc k Oil ; or. The Roy W 'bo llfad e a Milli o n 28 A Golden Risk ; or, The Y o ung M i n ers o f D ella Cruz. 29 A Sure Winne r ; or, The Roy h o W e n t Ou t With a Circus. 30 Gold e n Fleec e ; or, The B o y B r o kers of na11 Stree t. 31 A Mad Cap Sch e me; or, The Boy Trea s u r e Iluntcrs of Co cos Island. 32 Adrift on the World; or, Working Hi s Way to l cortune. 33 Playi ng to Win; or, The Foxiest Boy In Wall Street. 34 Tatters; or, A Boy from the Slums. 35 A Young Monte Cristo; or, The R ic h est Boy in the World. 86 Won by Pluck; or, The Boys Who Ran a Railroad. 37 Beating the Brokers; or, '!' he Boy Who "Couldn't be Done." 38 A Rolling Stone; or, The Brightest Boy on R ecord. 39 Say Die; or, The Young Surveyor of Happy Valley. 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, '!'he Young Pilot of Crystal Lake. 43 Striving for Fortune; or, From BellBoy to Mllllonaire. 44 Out tor Business; or, The Smartest Boy In Town. 45 A Favorite of Fortune; or, Striking It Ri c h In Wall Street 46 Through Thick and Thin ; or, The Adventure s of a Smart Boy 47 Doing His Level Best; or, Working His Way Up. 48 Always on Deck ; or, The Boy Who Made His Mark. 49 A Mint of Money; or, The Young Wall Stree t Broker. 50 The Ladder of Fame; or ... 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