Poor Paddy, or, The adventures of a wild Irish boy

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Poor Paddy, or, The adventures of a wild Irish boy

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20 "UP-TO-DATE" BICYCLES FREE TO READERS OF THIS LIBRARY. No. 14. MUNRO'S PUBLISHING HOUSE, 24 & 26 VANDEWATER STREET, NEW YORK, DECEMBER23, 1899. 5 cents. UP-TO-DATE BOYS' LIBRARY IS ISSUED WEEKLY-BY SUBSCRIPTION $2.00 PER ANNUM. Entered according to a c t ot Congress, In the year 1899, by NORMAN L. MUNRO, in the office oC the Librarian ot Congress at Washington, D C. Entered at Post-Office N. Y as S econd-Class Matter. Paddy, the Irish lad, sprang forward. The next instant he was eng8P,ed in a handtohand conflict with the intruder.

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, -POOR, PADDY; OR ,. The Adventures of a W ild Irish Boy. By FRED THORPE. CHAPTER I. P addy Arrives. "Sure, where am I at all, a t all?" A picture of hopeless bewilderment was the lad who uttered these words. H e was a well-buil t, not illlooking Irish boy of perhaps fifteen or sixteen who had just l eft Castle Garden and ventured out for the first time into the great city of New York. As a rule none of the many emigrants who daily land at the great Metropolis of the New World are so utterly h e lpless as those from Erin's Isle. They are the easiest victims of the many sha r pers who infest s u ch localities. The dark eyed, wily Italian; the quick-wit ted, suspicious Frenchman; the phlegmatic German; the consequential .and self satisfied Eng lishman; the canny Scot-all are fairly well able t o take care of themselves But poor, helpless Paddy is often an easy vic tim of the wiles of the d eceiver. Not that he lacks shrewdness, but he is good. natured and confiding, believes that every one m eans just what h e says, is unacquainted with the ways of the countr,,and its inhabitants, and takes longer to l earn them than many others. Of course there are many exceptions to this rule, b u t nevertheless it i9 the rule. And a bette r example of it was never seen than the youth with whose words our story begins. Clad in a corduroy suit with knee breeches, brogan s on his feet, a small green cap stuck on his head a bundle of clothing fasten e d to t he end of the stout stick that was slung over his shoulder, he was a perfect picture of the Irish em i grant, long ago made famous in song and s tory. "Stag the Mick!" shou ted one of a gro up of newsboys a n d bootblacks, and instantly the at tention of the whole "ga ng was dir ecte d to the strange r. The Iris h boy's wonder and bewilderm ent at the sights t hat s urrounded him were both ludi crous and pathetic, but the gamins only saw the funny si de, and commenced to "guy" him at once. "Hello, Paddy!" shouted one of them. The lad turned sharply; "How did ye know my name?" Don't yer remember me ?J' grinned the boot black, app roachin g the young emigrant, and eye ing him from head to foot. "I do not." "Why, we used to know each other in the old country, Paddy." "In the ould counthy. ?" "Sure. In Kilkenny." "But it's not from Kilkenny I am. Sure, I m from Roscommon." "I meant to say Roscommon." "I've no remimbrance o ye at a ll, at all." "Yer haven't?" "I have not." "Well, yer see I knew you. How's all the folks, anyhow?" "Sure, they're well e nou gh, but Father Ho gan's cow died last month This elicited a burst of lau ghter from the crowd. .l "So Father Hogan's cow is dead, i s s he?" "She is." And P addy stared at his interlocutors wond ering what they were all laughin g at. "How's der W i dder O'Reilly? asked another of the crowd, winking at his companions. As l uck would have it there was a Widow O'Reilly in the emigrant's village, so he replied:

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!" I 2 POOR PADDY "Sure, she's doin well, an' they say she's goin "I've got it, J akey; now we'll see what's inter ter marry Mike Finnegan, the blacksmith." it." "Is that so?" Paddy attempted to regain possession of his "It is. An' are you from Ros common, too?" belongings, but the gang surrounded him and And Paddy's face assumed an expression of kept him back, while one of their number prethe utmost perplexity. pared to untie the handkerchief. "I am,'' replied the young "hoodlum,'' imiThe knot with which it was fastened was a tatin g the Iris h boy's accent. tough one, and resisted all their efforts. "Sure, I t 'otl.ght I knew ivery man, woman "I can't untie it,'' growled one of the young an' child in the county, but I have no remim"toughs." "Say, Hank, lend me yer knife an' brance o' you, aither." I'll cut it." "Haven't yer? I remember you well enough. At this Paddy naturally becam e a good deal "Ye do ?" excited. "Sure. But what yer got in that there grip o' "Out that an' I'll make ye sorry for it-be-yourn ?" gorra I will !" he shouted. And the "mud-lark" made a reach for the And he made vain efforts to get at the boys bundle, done up in a big red handkerchief, at who had possession of his bundle. the end of Paddy's stick. But two others of the number held him back. The son of Erin was quick enough for him, To tell the truth, they had all that they could however. do, for the Irish lad was a stout young fellow, Wheeling around swiftly, an expression of anand was st raining every muscle. ger taking the place of the good-natured look The boy who had been addressed as Hank upon his face, he shouted: handed over his knife, saying with a coarse "That' ll do .now! Niver moind about that! laugh: What consarn is it o' yours?" "Dere yer are. Rip it open, an' let 's see wot If the gang-which by this time had largely der Mick has got incr eased-had roared with laughter before they Suddenly Paddy broke away from the two shrieked now. fellows who held him. "Bully fer you, Irish!" The next moment he had given one of them a "I bet on der Mick!" blow in the right eye which closed that useful "He ain't takin' no funny talk !" organ at once and sent its owner reeling over "Betcher he'll be an alderman in a mont.' !" backward. These were a few of the comments m&de by In an instant confusion reigned. the Irish boy's torwento rs. The young rough who had been hit sprang up Paddy did not folly comprehend their meanand rushed toward Paddy, who was s till in the ing, but he held on to his bundle with a grip of clutches of the other fellow. iron while a suspicious look appeared upon his The boy who held the bundle dropp e d it, and face. with the others crowded around Paddy and their He was beginning to see that he was being comrade with the black eye. lau ghed at. "Go fer him, Johnny!" "I want nothin' more to say to yez,''he re"Knock der life out o' him!" marked shortly, as he turned to walk away. These, and other similar exclamation s showed "Yer don't, eh?" said the first one of his com-that the young emigrant had no rea s on to expect pan i ons, placing hims elf in the e migrant's way. any very friendly treatment from those who sur"N o, I don't." rounded him "But I want somet'in' ter say ter you." "Hold on!" shouted one. "Give de Mick a "Ye do?" show. Form a ring, an' let Johnny knock him "Yes ." "An' what is it?" "I have an aunt in County R9scommon." "Ye have?" "Yep." "An' what's her name?" "Bridget O'Flaherty." \ "I don't know her." "Oh, yes, yer do, Paddy. She wrote me dat yer'd be here ter-day, an' she said she'd send me an elegent present by yer I believe yer've got it in dat handkerchief; let's see now. And he made another effort to seize the emi grant's bundle. Paddy turned quickly, but as he did s o an other of the young rascals grasped the bundle. out accordin' ter Markis o' Queen s bury's rules." There is almost always a spirit of fairness in an American crowd, and that it was inherent in this one was eyident from the quick way in which the suggestion was adopted. Paddy watched the arrangements in bewilder ment. It did not take long to complete them. Then the lad who had been addressed as Hank' said: "Now, den, if yous is r eady let 'er go." The fellow who held Paddy released him and pushed him into the ring, where his opponent stood awaiting him. The Irish lad knew nothing about the Marquis of Queensbury or his rules, but he did know

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POOR PADDY. 3 that he had been treated in a grossly inhospitable manner, and he was eager to avenge himself. While he was not, like the traditional and proverbial Irishman, "spoiling for a fight," he was more than willing to engage in one under the circumstances. So, without regard for the usual conventionalities-which he knew nothing about-he made a rush for his late assailant, a sudden, savage rush against which it was impossible for the rough to stand up. The next moment the fellow's other eye was closed as tightly as the first one, and Paddy was exclaiming : "Begorra av ye had another I'd shut that for ye, too." CHAPTER IL Paddy Finds Two Friend3 A shout of rage went up from the crowd, a shout that could have been heard a block dis tant. "Johnny" had to be helped to his feet and led to a hydrant near by. "Go for him, fellers." "Lick der socks off o' him!" "Sock it ter him !" Those and other like adjurations showed that the crowd's blood was up. They were determined to avenge the imagined wrongs of their comrade, and it seemed extreme ly probable that Paddy would have a hard time of it. He h a d no reason to expect any merc y at the hands of his assailants Three or four of them seized him at once. He was, of course, powerless to defend himself again st a force so superior. "Four to wan is not fair play," he shouted. "Give me a chance an' I'll t'rash ye all, wan at a toime." B.ut they paid no attention to him. It would certainl y have gone hard with poor Paddy had not an unexpected interruption oc-curred. "Sto p You cowards !" shouted a clear, strong voice. The entire crowd turned and gazed in the di rection from which it proceeded. The speaker was a tall, handsome, well-dressed boy of about Paddy's age. With clinched fists and flashing eyes he pushed his way to the centre of the crowd and took his place by the side of the emigrant So astonished were the fellows who held the Irish boy that they released their hold on him almost involuntarily. But as he grasped Paddy's arm and attempted to push his way through the crowd his progress was barred. "Hold on Freshy !" The speaker was Hank, the bootblack. "Get out of my way!" ordered the newcomer. ''Who-me?" sneered the bootblack. ''Yes." "Nixey." ''You won't?" "Naw !" "Then take that!" "That" was a blow from the boy's fist, given with almost as much force as those dealt by Paddy a few moments before, and Hank dropped like a log. The next moment two others of the toughs fell, one from a second blow from the new arri val and the other on account of a sudden collision of his nose and Paddy's fist. B'1.t the two boys cowd not have long resisted the combined onslaughts of the now infuriated gang of hoodlums had it not been for the for tunate appearance on the scene of a policeman. "Cheese it! A cop !" As this familiar cry rang out on the air the crowd scattered in all directions, leaving Paddy and his new-found friend standing alone to gether. The policeman 'bore down" on them, shout ing: "Now thin, now thin, what's all this?" The newcomer turned to him, asking, with a smile: "Don't you know me, McCafferty ?" The policeman started. "By the powers it's Masther Ralph!" "That's who it is." "An' what are ye doin' down here?" "Oh, just taking a walk." "A walk, is it?" "Yes." "An' you got inter a fight !" The policeman uttered these words almost reproachfully. The boy "Oh, no, I didn't." "You didn't?" of course not." ''Well, I t'ought it wudn't be loike ye, Mas ther Ralph. But--" "But how came I with a gang like that ?-is that what you were about to say, McCafferty ?" ''Yis." "Well, I just stopped long enough to rescue this boy from that tough crowd that you cleared away." For the first time the policeman's eyes rested upon the emigrant's face. "It's Iris h ye are!" he exclaimed. Paddy stared at him a moment. Then he said : "I am Irish, an' I'm not ashamed of it." "Fwhy shud ye be?" went on the guardian of

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4 POOR PADD Y the peace Fro m fwhat part of I reland are ye?" "Why do ye ask?" inquired the boy sus piciously "I have me raisons." "Thin,'' re:plied Paddy firmly, "I have mine for not answerin' ye." "What raisons kin ye have?" almost shouted the officer, feeling that his dignity had been in sulted "That's my business," said the emigrant ; "moind yer own, an' I'll tbry to attind to mine." Officer McCafferty swung bis club in belliger ent style, and was abou t to descend upon the new importation like a cyclone when the boy who h ad been addressed as Ralph interposed with : "Wait a minute, McCa:fferty !" "What fer, Mastber Ralph?" And the officer paused with his club elevated i n the air and his eyes fixed upon the lad's :fhce the boy is right The policeman bent a look of a s tonishment upon the speaker "He is roigbt, ye say?" "Of course "But--" "McCa:fferty !" interrupted Ralph, l aying his hand upon the officer's shoulde r "We ll?" "Do you remember when you first came to this count ry?" A gri n appeared upon McCa:fferty's Celtic fea tures. "Begorra, I do. "Yo u remember how g:i:_een you were, don't you ?" "Indade, I do; b u t--" "But," interrupted Ralph again, "that was, as you were about to say, a good while ago." "It was." "But still you were very green?" "Tbrue for ye, Masther Ralph "You expected to meet wild Indians on the streets?" I d id And McOafferty broke into a hearty fit of l a u ghter. "But you a r e over all that now." "Sure, I am. A'n't I wan o' the methropo li t a n police ?" And he swelled out his chest and g l a r e d for a m oment at poor P addy, who had listened to this d ialogue with wide-ope n mouth Ralph la u ghed. "Yo u are--thanks to your cousin, the alder m an B u t, for a ll t h at, you don't own t h e city, McOa:fferty. "Well, I own a part of it, armyhow," he said, with a broad grin. "So you d o," returned Ralph, laughing; "but you didn't own much when you first came, a n d you h a dn't been in the city an hour before you were cheated out of the few pounds you had in your pocket when you landed." McCafferty loo)rnd rather sheepish. "Thrue for ye, Masther Ralph,'' be said; "but, begorra, I'm always on the lookout for the spal peen that blarneyed me out o' tbim same four pounds, an' fwhin I find him I'll--" "You'll run him in, I suppose?" "Run him in, is it? Bedad, I'll run him off the face o' the earth." "Well, you see, you ought not to hav e blamed this boy, Paddy, here, for not answering your questions; if you had been a.'> careful yours elf on the day you landed you would not hav e lost y our four pounds." "Begorra, ye're right, }.Iasthe r R alph!" ex claimed the officer, who seemed a g o o d d e al struck by this idea. "Of course I am. Now, I can tell you all you need to ]mow about this lad." "Ye can?" "Yes. I overheard him say that h e was from th e County Roscommon "That's no lie," interrupted Paddy. "From County Roscommon, is he?" s aid the officer, with a look of new interest "It i s ,'' replied Paddy. "Sure I'm from there mesilf," exclaim e d McCafferty. "Do y.e tell me so ?" "I do. An' from what parish worr ye?" "From Ballyslathe r y." "From Ballyslathery I'm from there mesilf. An' what's this yer name is?" "Pathrick Hogan "By the powers! I t'ought so And Officer McCa:fferty impulsively fold e d the ep1igrant in his arms. CHAPTER III. Ralph Has an Ralph stared at the couple astounded; and Paddy was evidently less s urprised. "Arrah, be aisy now!" he shouted, struggling to free himself from the pol iceman's embrace. McOa:fferty released him and held him at arm's length. "Begorra," he said, "ye look as much loike yer mother as two peas looks like each other, so ye do! "My mother, is it?" said P addy, excitedly "An' did ye know my mother ?" I did She is the Widder Hogan o' Ballyslathery, is she not?" ''Yis, she was. "Was?" And the officer lifted his brows interrogatively.

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POOR P A DD Y 5 "Yis. Sure, she's dead, Riven rist her sowl "Wirra, wirra !" exclaimed :McCafferty. "An' is she dead?" "She is." And Paddy wiped away an unbidden tear "How long has she been dead?" "Two yea r s." "An' yer father died five or six years before her?" "Yis." "So ye're an orpha,n, Paddy?" I am that, an' a stranger in a strange land." And Paddy sighed heavily "Have ye no place to go?" "I have not, but I shuppose I can find wan "Sure, I'd take ye home mesilf if I had a place for ye, but there's scarce room for the wife an' the childhe r now." Here Ralph interposed "I have an idea! I think I can find a place for Paddy." "Ye do, Masthe r Ralph?" "Yes." "Riven bless ye if ye can!" interrupted Paddy fervently. "I can't prm;nise positively,'' went on Ralph, "but I shall do my best McCafferty you re member the place you held in our house when you first came to this country?" "Yis Ah, that was fwhin yer poor father was aloive, Masther Ra l p h ." "Yes You attended to the furnaces and all that sort of thin g "I did; an' it's moighty grane I was at first, too, sorr. And McCafferty grinned broadly at the recol lection "But it did not take you long to learn; and when your cousin got you an appointment as po l iceman, and you left us, we were all sorry e nough-you know t h at." B egorra, I do; a n ye worr not sorrier nor I was." I believe it. Well, McCafferty, how do you t h ink Paddy here would do for the place?" "Sure, I don't see fwhy he wudn't do, Mas ther is, if yer new father wud have p atience wid him." R alph's brow darkened, as if these words sug gested some unpleasant tho u ght. I hope he would, McCa:fferty," he said "Sure, Masther Ra l ph," said the policeman, l ooking the boy shrewdly in the face, "this Major Buck1ey i s no s u ch a man as your own fathe r w a s I ndeed, h e is n o t,'' sa id R alph, earnest l y "I won dher that as f o i n e a l ady as your good mo the r coul d iver have marrie d the l oikes o him T his is n eithe r the time nor the p lace to di s cuss that question,'' said R a l ph, frowning s l ig ht ly. "In fact, there is n o use of discussing it a t all. D o n't be ang ry, Masthe r Ralph,'' said McCafferty "I'm not angry "Thin let me ax ye wan more question?" "Go on "How de ye get along with yer new father?" Ralph hesitated a moment Then he said : "Not very well "I was afraid not, sorr. That Major B uckley is not a man that anny wan could get along aisy with But let me tell ye wan t'ing -if ye iver have anny throuble, remimber that ye have a frind on the police force-an' that's me, Dinnis McCafferty." Ralph smiled. "I know that we, McCafferty .. ,But I mu s t be gomg now. Come along, Paddy "An' begorra here comes. the r oundsman Goodday and good l uck to ye both And he walked away, swinging his club,. while Ralph and Paddy started in the direction of the. elevated railroad Ralph had noticed that the emigrant had been made quit e nervous by the passing trains, and he now observed that Paddy's appreh ension increased. As he started up the stairs t hat led to the elevated ioad, the Iris hman grasped his arm. "Hould on, Mast her Ralph Where are ye goin' ?" "To take the train, of cou rse," replied the boy. ''Wan o' thim up there?" "Certainly "Begorra, Ws afeard I am "Afraid of what?" laughed Ralph "t niver see cars like thim before "Oh, you'll see a good deal of them before you leave New York "Av ye plaze sorr, I'd rather walk "Nonsense !" said Ra l p h assuming a more a u thoritative to ne. "Come a l o n g you won't be hurt. Paddy said no more, but followed his new friend in evident fear and tremb li ng. Throughout the ride, which l asted nearly half an hour, he sat on the !)xtreme edge of the seat, hol ding onto it with both hands; and when, in obedience to the gesture from R alph, he at last arose and left the car he uttered a deep sigh of r e l ief. "Well, you see you still live," smiled Ralph, when they again reached the stree t. "The saints be praise d I do returned the l a d "Oh, you'll get used to the elevated road in time "I hope so. "Of course you w ill ." But, Masther Ralph, is this 5till ::.\ e w Y o rk? O h, yes."

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\ \ 6 POOR PADDY. "Begorra, it's a big place." Horace Buckley, who had been writing at his "Larger than you thought, eh?" desk, sprang up with an impatient exclamation: "It-is that. Ballyslathery's nothin' to it. An' "I'll wager a thousand that that's Hector, conis San Francisco near here? I have a friend livfound him!" in' there." A moment later the door was burst open, and "It's something like three thousand miles, a rather handsome but dissipated-looking young Paddy." man entered. "T'ree t'ousan'-say, Masther Ralph, it's Flinging himself into a chair, he asked: jokin' wid me ye are." "Well, governor, how are you?" "Oh, no, I'm not." "N th b tt f I one e e er or s eemg you, can assure "Thin, by the powers, this is the big counthry. you of that," was the reply as the major began But, Masth.er Ralph, I don't see anny goold." pacing the apartment. "Any what?" Father and son looked remarkably alike. "Goold." There were resemblances in their features "Oh, gold '" which a skilled physiognomist would have de"Yis. I was tould I wud foind it layin' in the tected more quickly than an ordinary observersthrates." for instance, a certain look about the mouth and Ralph laughed heartily, and explained to eyes which gave plain evidence of a treacherous, Paddy that the only way to find gold in the New insincere nature in each. World was to work for it, and work hard. Rector Buckley laughed shortly at his father's "Well, I'm willin' to do that," said the emiresponse to his salutation. grant, resolutely. "An' ye say, Masther Ralph, "So you're not glad to see me, eh?" that McCafferty was' wanst as grane as me?" "Why should I be?" "Oh, yes." "Why shouldn't you be?" "An' now see what illigant clothes he does be "Because bills to the amount of about one wearin'." hundred and :fifty dollars, contracted by you, "Well, perhaps you will sport a uniform some have been presented to me for payment since this day. But here we are at the house." time yesterday." And he began ascending the steps of a fourstory brown-stone mansion on a fashionable "Ha, ha, ha!" street east of Fifth Avenue. "And because I know that the object of your "An' is this where ye live, sorr?" asked Patsy, present visit can only be to demand more money." surveying the building with a look of awe. "It is." "Well, you're right, governor; I'm broke." "Broke?" "Begorra, it's an illegant place. Sure, it's ,, bigger nor Squire O'Brien's, an' that's wan o' 'Hard ufstranded-strapped. the biggest in County Roscommon." ';Y,here is the check I gave you last Tues-As Ralph was about to unlock the front door day it suddenly opened, and a young man of perhaps "Gone." twenty or twenty-one rushed out. "At the gaming-table, I suppose." His face was flushed and he seemed a good "What a talent you have for guessing, gov-deal excited. ernor." As he passed he nodded shortly to Ralph who "Humph I Well, I'll tell you one thing right returned the salutation coldly. now-you'll get no more money from me." "Come in Paddy said the boy "and I will "I shan't, eh?" speak to my'mother'at once." "NO-:-for the simple reason that I have none The two lads entered the house. to give you. All I possess I need for my per sonal uses." CHAPTER IV. Paddy Gets a Job. We will precede the two lads into the mansion. While they were riding up-town on the elevated road a somewhat excitibg interview was taking place in the library of the dwelling. At about the time that Ralph and Paddy left the policeman, Dennis McCafferty, a prolonged ring had sounded through the house, a_nd Major "But, confound it, gov, you can get all you want by applying to your wife, my respected step-mother." "No, I can't." And Major Buckley uttered a :fierce oath. "Aha she's cut off the supplies, has she?" "Yes." Hector Buckley laughed heartily. "Well, you've made a pretty mess of this busi ness, governor !" "What do you meal).?" "What I say, as I generally do. You married the wealthy widow of your old friend, Redmund Earl, expecting to live in clover on her money the rest of your life. But you got badly left."

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POOR PADDY. 7 "Silence, sir !" "She has refused to make a will in your favor--" "Simply because she fancies that that long lost sister of hers, to whom she maintains that the property belongs, may turn up some day. But I shall overrule that objection, Hectortrust me for that." Perhaps you will, but I don't believe it. These mild, soft-spoken people, like this second wife of yours, often have wills of iron." "Bah!" "Well, it certainly looks as if she had gotten you pretty well under her thumb if you can't get her to fork over a fifty or so for me." "If you want fifty dollars go and earn it." "Ha, ha, ha Good advice, governor; but why didn't you do the same instead of marrying a rich widow ?" "See here, Hector," began the old man in a rage. "Now, don't get excited," interposed his son. "I'm not blaming you; I'd have done the same myself; only I don't want to be preached to. Now, see here, dad, I'm in a hole, and that's a fact." "Faro?" "No, poker; if I don't pay up I shall be dis graced." "Well, can't you raise a paltry fifty without coming to me?" overnor, I've got to he perfectly frank with you, it's a good deal more than fifty." "I suspected so. How much is it?" "A cool two thousand." "Two thousand Then you'll have to look elsewhere for it." "But--" "It's no use--I haven't got it." "But your wife has. I dare say she has twice the amount locked up in that desk of hers." ''Very likely she has; but I can't get it." "Take it." "Not to pay your gambling debts with. No, Hector, you'll not get a penny from me--not a penny-so make up your mind to that." It was evident that Major Buckley meant what he said. "That is your resolution, is it?" cried his son :fiercely. ''It is." "And you're willing that I should suffer in or der that that young cub, Ralph Earl, your step son, should be enriched?" "You are talking nonsense, Hector. The boy has nothing to do with it. You know there is no love lost between us." "And you won't even try to get me the money?" ''I shall not." "Very good! I'll get it in my own way, then." And the young fellow dashed out of the room. Major Buckley made no attempt to detain him, but sank into his chair, muttering angrily to himself. After a few moments he resumed his letters, and continued engaged in them until, ten min utes later, he was interrupted by a light tap upon the door. "Who's there?" he asked gruffiy. "It is I,'' replied a woman's voice, low and gentle. "Come in, then." Mrs. Buckley, the major's second wife, en tered, followed by her son, Ralph, and Paddy Hogan. "What's all this?" demanded the old man with a surprised frown. "Horace,'' said the lady, "Ralph has brought home this boy, who he thin.ks can take the place of Henry, who has left us." ''Bah! he won't do at all!" growled the major. "But I have questioned him, and I think he will,'' said Mrs. Buckley. "I'd do me best to plaze ye, sorr," interrupted poor Paddy, anxiously. "Why, you're nothing but a greenhorn I want an experienced man." "I'm very quick to larn annyt'ing, yer honor," said the young emigrant. "Pray give him a chance, Horace,'' pleaded Mrs. Buckley. "Oh, well, have it your own way,'' said the major, impatiently. "On your head be the re sponsibility." "I am willing to take it." ''Well, go away now, and don't bother me any more, for I am very busy." "Sure, yer honor," interrupted Paddy, "ye'll find me strong an' willin'. I'm obliged to ye, sorr, an'--" "There, that will do!" said the major, brusquely. "Get along with you." Paddy and his two friends left the room, and Ralph took the Irish boy down-stairs and intro duced him to the other servants When he returned to his mother the lad said hotly: "Mother, why do you ask that man's permis sion to engage a servant?" "Hush, Ralph," said Mrs. Buckley, gently "Major Buckley is my husband." "But this house and everything in it is yours." "We need not discuss the question, my son. Let us change the current of our thoughts, and hQpe that Paddy will prove a useful and faithful servant." 1 "I'm sure that he will, mother." And, indeed, Paddy was more than anxious to "plaze." All that day he worked faithfully, and when he retired at eleven o'clock he was thoroughly tired. But in spite of his fatigue he slept but lightly, for one of his new duties was to attend to the

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8 POOR PADDY. furnaces very early in the morning, and he was afraid that he might oversleep. At last he fell into a doze, from which he awoke with a start. "I wondher av it isn't toime for nie to attend to thim furnaces," he muttered. "Sure I belave it is." He arose hastily, dressed, and went down stairs, taking a few matches with him to light the gas But he found by the big clock in the parlor hall that it was scarcely two o'clock. He was about to return to his room when a noise in the library attracted his attention. Looking through the open door, he saw a ma,sked man in the act of entering the house through the library window. In his hand the burglar carried a dark lantern. He evidently did not see Paddy. The Irish lad sprang forward. The next instant he was engaged in a hand-to hand conflict with the intruder. CHAPTER V. A Compromising Position. The struggle Paddy and the burglar was not a long one. The masked man was wirily built, but the Irish lad was his superior in strength. In a few moments the intruder lay on his back, Paddy's lmee on his chest. "Let me up, curse you!" growled the burglar "11ake your hand off my throat." Paddy only tightened his grip. "Not yet, be jabers !" he said, resolutely. "I'll see what ye look loike first." -As he spoke he tore the mask from the face of the prostrate man. The next moment he started and uttered an exclamation of astonishment "It's you, is it?" For the face that met his gaze was that of Hector Buckley, the son of his employer. "What do you mean?" demanded the young fellow. He had decided to make an attempt to "bluff" Paddy, to deny his identity. He remembered the young Irishman's face perfectly, but thought that Paddy might not recollect his; or that if he did he might be able to persuade him that he was mistaken. "You know well enough what I mane," said the lad quietly. "No, I don't." "Well, thin, I mane that I know ye." ''You know me?" ''Yis." "And who am I?" "Masther Ralph tould me yer name; ye're Masther Hector Buckley." I am, eh ?" "Yis." "Ha, ha, ha You never made a bigger mistake in your life "There's no mishtake about it; an' sorry I am there isn't. For a fe,\. moments Hector Buckley said noth ing, but he did a great deal of quick thinking It seemed useless, after all, to attempt to con ceal his identity, for it was evident enough that Paddy lmew him perfectly well. So he affected a laugh, which, it must be con fessed, had a rather hollow ring. "Well, you're right, my boy." "Av coorse I am." "Of course you are. Come, let me up; and I'll explain the whole matter to you." "I dunno about that," said Paddy, dubiously. "Oh, yes, you do. Let me up; you've half choked me to death." "Well, thin," said Paddy, "ye may get up, but I warn ye that if ye attimpt to get away I'll sthop ye." He released his hold on Buckley, and the young f ellow arose. "Confound it, it's plain enough you're not used to the ways of the country," he said as he adjusted his di.sordered garments "If breakin' into re gintleman's house at two o'clock in the mornin' is one o' the ways the counthry,'' said Paddy, "thin, begorra, I'm t'inkin' it'll take a long toime for me to get used to 'em." "Not so loud! But suppose the house hap pens to be the 'gintleman's' own?" "That wud be a different matther, but this house doesn't happen to be yer own, sorr "It's my father's, and that's the same thing." "Begorra, it's not yer father's ayther, an' may-be niver will be," said Paddy promptly. Hector gave him an ugly look. ''Who told you that?" "Masther Ralph "He did, eh?" "Yis. But that's nayther here nor there What I want to know is what ye're doin' here the night?" "What right have you to know?" "The roight of a servant, who 'is bound to protect his master's property." "Humph! So you are a servant here?" "I am." "And what's your name?" "I'm called Paddy Hogan." "You are, eh? Well, see here, Paddy, you'll make a big mistake if you ever say anything about this "I'm not so sure o' that." I can convince you. Why, this is only a joke on my part."

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POOR PADDY. 9 "A joke, is it?" "Certainly." "Well, sorr, ye can explain that to yer father, an' maybe he ll .be able to see the point o' that same joke betther nor I can. I'm goin' to call him now." "Hush!" "What for?" "Paddy, I'll make it worth your while to say no thing about this As he spoke he extended a handful of coin to the Irish boy. But Paddy drew back proudly. "No, sorr !" "Eh?" "D'ye t'ink I'd bethray me .for a bit o' dirth y money. Niver!,. "You won't take it?" "Not l. "See here, Paddy, I'll give you u ten-dollar note-two pounds, you lmow-1 o go back to bed and say nothing about this. Do you agree?" The answer came without an instant s hesita tion. "No, sorr !" Hector Buckley stood like a hunted bea s t at bay. If the Irish b9y fulfilled his threat his ruin would be complete. A ruse occurred to him. he exclaimed suddenly, gazing out into the hall, "is that you? Have you heard?" Paddy tu:i-ned quickly, expecting to see the major standing behind him. As he did so Buckley sprang forward and dealt him a blow on the head. The boy dropped to the floor like a log, and lay motionless. The blow had been well aimed. "Curse the fellow !" muttered Hector, "he made 11s much noise in falling as a young ox. P erhaps the whole house will be alarmed." He stepped out into the hall and listened in tently for some moments. Silence reigned throughout the mansion. "It's all right," mused the young fellow, step ping over the prostrate body of Paddy and en tering the library. "Now to make a quick job of it." He lighted the gas dimly. Then he stepped to a desk that stood near one of the windows and attempted to open it. "Locked !" he muttered. "Well, I expected that, but I rather flatter myself that I can open it. But I mustn't be all night about it." He took a large bunch of keys from his pocket and fitted them, one by one, into the lock. Not one of them would open the desk. The smile faded from Buckley's face, and an expression of annoyance and apprehension took its place. ''Well, if I must, I must," he hissed. He a stout chise l from his pocket. In another moment he had broken open the lock, not without making some noise. He glanced nervousl y over his shoulder and listened again. Not a sound. Paddy still lay unconscious at the door. "It's all right," whispered the young fellow; "in another second it'll be done." He opened a sip.all drawer in the interior of the desk. The next moment he held in his hand a thick roll of bank-notes. "All hundreds!" he murmured, hurriedly counting the bills. "There s twice what I need here." He thrust the roll into his pocket. Then he moved toward the window through which he had entered the library. Suddenly he paused and g lanced at the pros. trate form of Paddy Hogan. "If he gives me away when he comes to his. senses I'll deny it in toto, and my word will surely b e taken in preference to his. Hold! a great idea !" He select e d three or four of the stolen notes and put them into the Irish boy's poGket. While he was in the act of doin!! this Paddy stirred and uttered a groan. "Getting over it, eh?" muttered Buckley .. "Then I've no time to lose." He sprang from the window. The next moment Paddy raised himself upon his elbow and gazed around him with a dazed look. He rubbed his eyes and murmured : "Sure, where am I, annyhow ?" The memory of the events of the ;night quickly returned to him. He arose to his feet and gazed about him. "The scoundrel has gone !" he muttered. "Where is he? Aha !"-as his glance fell upon the desk-"see what he's done!" He advanced to the desk and examined it. A slight sound behind him caused him to turn, and he saw standing in the doorway Major and Mrs. Buckley and Ralph. "So, you thieving scoundrel, I've caught you,_ have I?" hissed the former. CHAPTER VI. A False Accusation. The sound of Paddy's fall had awakened both the major and his wife. "Horace, there are burglars in the house !" cried the lady, seizing her husband's arm. ''If there are I'll soon dispose of them," said the valiant major. "But," he added "perhaps the noise was next door. Let's listen."

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10 POOR PADDY. They did so, and in a few moments the noise made by Hector in breaking open the desk greet ed their ears. "There's some one downstairs, that's certain," said the major, a scarcely perceptible quaver in his voice _as he got up and lighted the gas. ''I'll go down." He partially dressed himself, as did his tremb lin g wife, and then they cautiously opened the door They were surprised to find Ralph sta nding in the hall. "You up, my son!" whispered the lady. "Yes. Didn't you hear that noise, mother?" "I did. The major and I are going down." "I was about to do s o myself. There is a light in the library. Did you leave it?" "No; I turned the gas out myself just before I came up stairs." "Come on," interposed the major in a hoarse whisper, "or the villains will make their escape." And he started down the stairs, followed by his wife and Ralph. Their discovery of Paddy at the desk has al ready been chronicled. Ralph could hardly credit the evidence of his eyes, and his moth e r was scarce l y less a s tonished. As for Major Buckley there was a triumphant ring in his voice as he uttered the words with which the preceding chapter closes: "So, you thieving scoundrel, I've caught you, have I?" He had objected to the employment of the Irish boy by his wife, and was rather pleased than otherwise that the lad had, as he thought, turned out a thief. For a few moments poor Paddy :was too dazed and bewildered to utter a word. Then he stammered: "Sure, sorr, ye don't belave me a thafe ?" "What else do you expect me to believe, you young villain:? What are you doing here at this hour of the night if you're not stealing?" "My desk is broken open!" exclaimed Mrs. Buc k ley. "Exactly so," returned the major; "and this precious protege of yours has done it. What did I tell you ?" "Paddy," said Mrs. Buckley, with a reproach ful look that hurt the Irish. lad far more than all her husband's storm in g, "I would not have be lieved it of you." "Ma'am," said Paddy in a choking voice, "I didn't do it; I am not guilty o' this crime. Will no wan belave me?" "Yes," said Ralph, stepping forward, "I be lieve you." "God bless you for thim words, sorr," said the boy strugg lin g to keep back his tears. ''W e ll, I don't believe you-I am not quite such a fool as that," said the major; "and when you leave this house it will be in the company of a poli ceman. Why, see h ere !"-address ing his wife--"the drawer in which you keep your money is open, and empty, too And by Jove! here's a part of the stolen money." As he spoke he pulled from the Irish boy's pocket the roll of bills which Hector had placed there. "Here are four hundred dollars," he said, rapidly counting the money "Where is the rest of your spoils? Hand it over, you young scoun drel!" Poor Paddy stared at the major and at the money in speechless amazement for a few mo ments. Then he cried in a thrilling voice : "As Heaven is my judge, I don't know how that money came in my pocket!" His words did not fail to impress Ralph and Mrs. Buckley, but the major only lau ghed sar castically. "That sort of thing don t go with me, my fine fellow. You may as well give up the rest first as last. Hand it over now." "I haven't got your money, sorr," said Paddy. "I wudn't touch a penny that didn't belong to me. Aha !"-his countenance lightin g up-" I know how the money got there." "Oh, you do, do you?" sneered Major Buck ley. "Yis." "Well, I tho ught you did. And how do you think the bill s came in your pocket ?" "That villain put 'em there." "What villain?" Paddy hlsitated. If he told the truth who would believe him? Yet that was the only course left him. He was about to speak when the major ex claimed: "There must have been at least two of them. Tb,e window is open. That's where the rest of the money has gone." "Yis," interrupted Paddy, "that is where the rist o' the money has gone, an' your son has taken it." The major sp ran g forward and shook his fist in the boy's face. "You villain !" "I'm not," maintained Paddy stoutly. "You dare assert that my son took that money?" "I say that he did, an'. I tell the truth." "You are a liar, and--" Major Buckley drew back, and was evidently about to strike Paddy. But Mrs. Buckley interposed between them. "Wait!" The major turned fiercely upon her. "What do you mean? Why do you interfere?" His wife met his glance without flinching. "Because I am determined that justice shall be done." "Justice ''Yes; I begin to have an understanding of

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POOR PADDY. 11 the situation. Paddy," and she laid her hand upon the lad's shoulder, "tell your story." For a few moments Paddy was silent. The working of his features betrayed the strong emotions that agitated his being. At last he said : "I will tell you all, ma'am; an' not wan word that isn't the truth shall lave my lips." And he proceeded to detail the events which it has been our duty to relate. The major, his wife and Ralph listened at tentively, the former occasionally interrupting with an incredulous laugh. "That's the truth, an' nothin' but the truth," said Paddy, in conclusion. "All that I've said I can prove av ye'll gi' me a chance." "I believe you, Paddy,'' said Ralph, without a moment's hesitation. "And so do I," added his mother. "And so do not I," supplemented Major Buck ley. "The story is an incredible, an outrageous one! My son guilty of such a crime! The very idea is absurd !" "It does not seem so to me,'' said his wife quietly. "I ean readily understand motives which might actuate Hector to commit such a crime." "That is all nonsense!" interrupted the major. "My son a thief Bah I will not waste in discussing the matter. Hector, I fancy, will be able to defend himself against this ridiculous ac cusation." "He cannot av he tells the truth, sorr," said Paddy, gaining courage now that he saw that he had firm supporters in Ralph and Mrs. Buckley. "Silence!" stormed the major. "I'll not be silent whin I have my character to defind,'' said Paddy. "You'll have a chance to defend it in a police court." "All roight, sorr; I'll do it there as well as here." "No insolence Now, for the last time I ask you will you deliver up the money you have stolen and reveal the name of your associate?" "I can tell you no more than I have tould you, sorr,'' returned the Irish boy, firmly. "Very good; the law must take its course." At this point Mrs. Buckley interposed. "Reflect, Horace, before you act. If Paddy's story prove to be true-as I believe it is-your son will be publicly disgraced." The same idea had occurred to Major Buck ley, but he replied, stubbornly: "I have reflected. Hector will be able to vin dicate himself against this ridiculous charge." "Then you wish Paddy to be arrested at once?" "No; he can remain locked in his room until morning, when I shall place him in the hands of the proper authorities." "All right, sorr," said Paddy; "lock me up if ye will.'' And without further ado he started upstairs, :followed by the major, Mrs. Buckley and Ralph. In a few moments he had been securely locked in his room. Having performed this task, Major Buckley returned to the library, where a startling sur prise awaited him. CHAPTER VIL "I Am Master of the Situation." Although he did his best to conceal the fact the major was ill at ease. He .was tormented with many misgivings. While he had affected belief in Paddy's guilt and his son's entire innocence of the crime of which he was accused, he was by no means satisfied in his own niind that Hector was not the real thief. "He needed the money," muttered the old man; "who knows but that he took this way to procure it? Can it be? I must see the boy and force the truth from him. Of course I'll pro tect him if it turns out that he is the guilty party. The evidence is all against this young Irishman; let him suffer." And Major Buckley stepped to the desk and examined it. While he >y"as thus engaged a sound outside the window attracted his attention. He started. "What was that ?"he exclaimed. "It sounded like a human voice." He listened intently. "Help, father, help !" The voice was Hector's, and evidently it came from just outside the window. "What's the matter? Where are you?" demanded the major. "Hush !"-warningly-"do you want to ruin me?" Major Buckley leaned from the window. He found his son lying upon the ground in the back garden, groaning with pain. "For heaven's sake, what has happened, Hector?" cried the old man in great agitation. "Hush! I've proken my leg." "Broken your leg?" ''Yes, in leaping from the window.'' "Then it was you who---" "Who took the money? Yes." The major was silent for a few moments. Then he said : you are ruined!" "No, I'm not, if you will help me." "What can I do? How can I prevent your inevitable exposure?" ''It isn't inevitable.''

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' 12 POOR PADDY. "What can be don e ?" "Help me to one of the spare room s upstairs; we can fix up a story later." "Are you suffering much pain? asked Major Buckley solicitously. "Curse it, yes I could hardly kee p quiet whil e you were carrying on that long-winded dialogu:e there, but I h.-new that the s li ghtes t sound would betray me. I could see you all, and hear eyery :word you uttered. I was going to try to drag myself into the house if you h ad not come back." "Well, I'll help you in, Hector, and we'll what can be done; but this is an unluch.7 affan; I'll go ancl unlock the door and l et you in that way." "Don't make any more noise than you can help." "Of course I shan't Major Buckley re-entered the house by the window. A few mom ents la te r he had opened the door that led into the garden. He then assis ted hi s son into the library. It was evident that the attempt to walk cause d Hector excr u ciati n g pain, but he did not utter a sound. "Are they all in bed?" h e whispered, as he sank into a chair in the librar y pale and ghast ly. "I think so; but we h a d b ette r wait a few minutes before going up. Oh, Hector, r,rompt ed you to emba rk in this mad enterprise? ''Now don't lecture me. You forced m e to it. "I ?" "Yes. I told yo. u that I need'ed the money, that I must have it. You wouldn't give it to me, and so I helped myself." "But--" "There are no 'b uts' and 'ifs' in the matter," interrupted the you ng fellow petulantly. "What we've got to consider now is how to get me out of this scrape. What story shall we tell?" The majo r reflect e d a few "I'll tell the m,'' he :finally said, "that you brok e you r leg in coming up the front steps, and .that I accidentally found you there and brought you in." "That's ver y thin," commented his son with a doubt ful shrug of hi s should ers, which was accompariied with a grimace of pain. "Yes, it is,'' admitted the major, "but I g uess they'll swallow it. At any r ate it's the best we can do." I s uppose you're right. W e ll, l et's have the business over. Get me and send for a doctor to set this leg, for I'm suffering horribly." "Wait a moment." "Why?" "You've got all the money, except what you put in that boy's pocket?" "I have." "Then you'd better give it to me." ''Wh:v should I do anything of the sort?" "Need you ask that qu esti on ? Suppose you were searched?" "That isn't likely a pretty strong probabilit y In fact, I it_would be the prop e r thing for m e to do the md1gnant act, and insist upon search ing you." "That's not a bad idea." "Of course it isn't Give me the money and I'll do all I can to help you out of this Hector handed his father the roU of bills that h e had taken from the desk The major was about to transfe r the money to hi s pocket when an un expecte d interruption o c curred. "I'll take that, if you please," said a familiar voice, and the next moment the sto len money re posed in Ralph Earl's pocket The boy had q.uietly stepped from the adjoin mg room, unnoti ced by eithe r Major Buckley or Hector and had snatched the roll of bills from the major 's hand just in the nick of time l for a moment neither father nor son spoke. _Then the major, assuming an indignant air said: "What does this outrage mean?" "That's just what I sho uld like to know," re turned Ralph, as he met the old man's glance fearlessly. "Give me back that money stormed his step father. "I can't do that," said the boy, with a smile. "\\Thy can't you ?" "In the first place, because i t is not yours." "Of course it is not mine, nor is it yours either It belongs to my son He has fallen and broken his leg, and was. just about to transfer his valuables to my keeping when you came in." "Indeed?" said Ralph, with a scarcely p erceptible sneer. "Yes indeed. Give me back that money." "O h, no, Major Buckley." "Yo u won't?" "Ce rtainl y not. You may as well know at once, sir, that I hav e overheard every word of your conversation with your s on, and I know a ll." "How dar e y ou use such langu age and s uch a tone to me?" blustered Major Buckley "Have a car e boy, or--" "That will do," interrupted Ralph as quietly as ever. "I am master of the s ituation, -and you know it. A word from me, Major Buckley would land your son in a prison cell." B y Jov e I that's so," said H ector, wiping the cold per s piration from hi s brow. "Father, for heaven's s ak e let's hav e an end of this. This kid has the best of us, and I'm half dead from pain and fatigue "What do you want me to do ?" asked the ma jor in desperation. Hector turned to R a lph. "What do vou intend to do?" he asked

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POOR PADDY. 13 Ralph reflected for a few moments. As he had said, he was master of the sit uation. He could dictate terms to his two companions, and they would be forced to accede; for, as he had told them, he could 'if he desired, send Hec tor to a prison cell. While he was consi dering the matter his moth er entered the room. Her sweet face wore a di st re ssed expression It was evident that she too fully understood the situation "Ralph,. she said, layin g her hand upon the boy' s shoulder, "this affair must not be made public." "But, mother-" began Ralph. "It must not, I say," the lady interrupted, "for the sake of our family name." "Certainly not," interposed the major, with something of his usual pompousness. "After all it was only a bit of youthful folly on the part of Hector-an impulsive aqt which he now, no doubt, bitterly r e grets." "He has r e ason to," said Ralph, with a glance at the wre tch e d Hector. "But i.f he is to go scot free, Padd,y must be released at once. "Ah e m! Of course,'' returned the major, re luctantly. "And must receive an ample explanation and apology." "I'll not apologize to that Irish clodhopper !" broke in Hector, hotly. "The n -" began Ralph. "I will see to all that,'' said Major Buckley. "Release the boy. But will he keep his tongue still?" "I will answer for silence," said Mrs Buckley. "Very good; then we will regard this little episode a s a family secret,'' said the major, with a sickly smile "Hector has been taught a le son which he will not soon forget A few minutes later Paddy was freed and to ld what had happened "I knew the saints wudn't let a poor b'y s uffer for what anot her did,'' he sa id. "An' sure, I hould no malice ag'in the young gintleman h e' s puni s hed enough CHAPTER VIII. Plottings. As may be imagined, this adventure did not leave M:ajor Buckley and his son on very good terms with Paddv. Hector, through his father, asked Mrs. Buck ley to discharge the Irish boy, but the lady firmly refused. himself volunteered to resi g n his position, but'neither Mrs. Buckley nor Ralph would allow him to do so. "I could kill that fellow if I had a chance hissed Hector, on the day following the events related in the fast chapter His father was sitting by his bedside in the room assigned him by Mrs. Buckley. The young fellow's injuries had proved less seriou s than had been at first s uppo sed, but he was certain to be confined to his bed for three or four weeks. "There's no use in your getting excited about it," said the major. "I fancy you'd be excited if you were in my place,'' growled H ector. "The boy has done you no wrong." "He hasn't, eh? All right; but you wait till I get a chance and I'll get even with him for the harm he has done me. "He is beneath your notice, Hector. A com mon Irish servant !" "I'm not talking about that fellow, although I shall pay him what I oive him-don't you forget that. I mean the boy, R,\tlph Earl, curse him !" The major looked serious "You'd better be careful what you do in that dir ection." ''Why?" "The boy is no fool." "Well, am I ?" "H anything happened to him you'd be the first one S"spected." "Perhaps not At any rate I'd give twenty years of my life to get even with him." "Better be careful, I repeat. "Yo u seem to be terribly afraid of the kid," sneered H ector "Afraid of him?" "Yes." ''What r eason have I to be afraid of him?" "Every reason." "I don't under stand." "I think you do; you ought to, at all events He stands between you and the property you covet Major Buckley's clouded, and he made no reply. "You married this widow, thinking that you were going to become master of her fortune, didn't you ?" ''Yes." "She has.refused to make a will in your favor, hasn't she?" "Yes but in time--" she never will do it while that cub, her son, i s a round." "YOU think--" "I know what I am talkinf! about. Your hard luck in this business is due more to his influence than fo any other cause. In the first place h e sized you up a good deal quicker than his mother did." "Sized me up !" repeated the major indig nantly.

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14 POOR PADDY. ''Yes ; she married you believing you to be a man so high-minded that you had no thought whatever of her property. The boy didn't believe it, and he to ld his mother so. She wouldn't listen to him. But when you gave yourself away by demanding that she make a will in your favor she dropped." "Hector, your slang--" "Never mind that just now, gov., but let me go on. Since then that kid has lost no oppor tunity to put in a word against you to his mother, and the result is that she has soured on you to a pretty considerable extent." "By Jove, you're right, Hector." "Of course I am." "He' s got an eye to the property, too; and, mark my words, if you keep on as you're going now, he' ll get it. She swears by what he says, and he lets no opportunity pass to insult you. I suppose you haven't forgotten last night's scene yet?" I The major ground hi s teeth. "I see you haven't. By Jove! I should have laughed at the way he made cower )lefore him if I hadn't had a personal mterest m the matter myself." "Hector, "Oh, don't get mad, governor, it isn't worth while. But just bear this in mind: If things keep on in this way, Ralph Earl will be your wife's heir, and you'll be-left!" "Curse it! what am I to do?" shouted the major. "In the :first place, don't speak quite so loud," laughed his son. "In the second, rid of the boy." "Get rid of him?" "Yes." "I wish I could." "You can." "How?'.' The r e are a good many ways. Now,. if he were out of your way it. would be clear e nough sailin g for you." "Of course." 1 "Your wife, not havitg him to consult at every possible emergency, would naturally confide more in you." ''Yes." ''You would soon regain all y our old influence over her." "Undoubtedly." "The will would be made in your favor, the purse-strings, no:w tied, would be unfa ste ned and everythin g would be lovel y for yours truly and his respected parent." "Ah you have a personal interest in the matter, eh?" "Of cour s e I have "Humph! Well, Hector, tell me how to get rid of the boy, and I'll do it." ''You mean that?" "I do." "You are ready to resort to desperate meas ures?" "To any measures that will free me from this boy," cried the major, excitedly. "By Jove! I didn't marry to be treated like a schoolboy, to have a small weekly pittance doled out to me. I expected, nay, I was sure, that the fortune would be mine, or I should never have surrendered my liberty." "Of course not. Well, now listen, governor, and I'll put up a scheme that will astonish you." For some time the two men conversed in a low tone. At :first the major rejected the proposition made by his son, but the unprincipled young fellow overruled all his objections; and at last the details of an infamous plot were arranged. "Hush!" whispered Hector, suddenly, at the end of half an hour. "I think I heard a noise outside the door. Some one may be spying on us." Major Buckley flung open the 4oor. Near the threshold stood Paddy Hogan. "You villain !" cried the major, seizing the lad by the throat, "you've been listening !" CHAPTER IX. Paddy's Suspicions Aroused. If Paddy was not innocent of the charge brought against him by Major Buckley, he certainly was a pre:ficient in the art of dis sembli ng. His large blue eyes gazed into those of the major,.with a startled, appealing expression ao he struggled to free himself from the old man 's clutches. "Yo u villain," shouted the major, "I'll st rangle the life out of y ou if you don't tell me the truth. Were y ou, or were you not li ste ning? "Don't make such a noise, governor," inte r posed Hector, impatiently, "or you'll raise the whole nei ghbo rhood." "I don't care if I do," stormed the old man moderating his t?ne, however "Now, the n boy, an swer my question." "Sure, how can I ," said P addy, "whin ye're holdin' me t'roat that a-way? I can't spake ar all, at all." Major Buckley released the boy. "Now then, speak," he said. "Spake," is it?" mumbled Paddy, rubbing his th!oat and glan c in g ruefully at himself in the mirror:. ''Yes speak." "An' what'll I spake about, Major Buckley, sorr ?" "No trifling door?" I W e re you listenin g at that

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POOR PADDY. 15 "Me?" And Paddy 's face wore an expression of mingled surprise and stupidity. "Yes, you!" thundered the major. "Are you going to answer, or are you not?" "Sure I am,'' returned Paddy, retreating as the olcl man advanced toward him with a threat ening gesture. "Ye want to know if I was listenin' at the door?" "I do; and mind you speak the truth." I will, sorr. I hope, Major Buckley, that ye t'ink I know me duty betther nor to do annyt'ing o' the sort." And P addy met the major's fierce gaze with the most innocent air imaginable. Ai. this point Hector interposed. "Say, father!" "Well?" "Let up on the boy. Don't you see that he wasn't listening?" "Sure, ye're roight in spakin' up fer me, sorr," said Paddy The major gazed doubtfully at him a few moments. Then he said : "Very good; I'll take your word for it. You may go." "'I''ank ye, sorr." "But mind one thing, boy !" ''What's t hat, sorr ?" "Never let me catch you listening at my door." fl'll thry not to, sorr." The re was just a suspicion of a dry smile upon the Irish boy's face as he made this reply-at least Major Buckley fancied se, but he was not su re. "Don't forget this morning's experience, boy." "Sure, I don't t'ink I'll be able to if I want to, major," and Paddy again rubbed his neck, "not for some time, "Here's half a dollar for you," continued the old man, producing the coin "Now be off with you." With a bow and a scrape Paddy left the room. The major and his son would have been some what surprised had they seen what he did when the door between them was closed. There was a window at the end of the hall. P addy rushed to it, flung it open and hurled the coin that Major Buckley had given him into the st reet. "I'd do the sa me if it worr tin times as much,'' he muttered, with a fie rce glance in the direction of the room he had just left. "I'll not hav e yer dirty money, ye thi evin' villains l I'd rather beg in the s trates than take charity from the loik s of ye." Wh en P addy had left the room Hector said : "You came mighty near making a mess of that affair, gover nor." "What c\o you mean?" "I mean that there was no sense in your rais-. ing all that row. 1 that fellow had a little more brain his suspicions would be aroused; as it is, probably no harm is done ." "Of course no harm is done." "It will be as well, however, to keep an eye upon the fellow for a while." "Nonsense! Let's think no more about him." "Humph! You change your opinions rather quickly, gov. A few minutes ago yeu were for choking the life out of the lad." "Well, I was toD hasty." "Yes, I think you were; but don't be too care less now. Remember one thing." ''What's that?" "He knows that I took that money, and irt a measure I am in his power-curse him and Hector's face reddened with anger at the recollec tion of the events of the memorable night of the robbery. "I wish you had killed him! But never mind all that. So it's understood that we're to go into this enterprise to put the boy, Ralph Earl, out of the way, is it?" "I suppose so," hesitated the old man, ''but it's risky. "Confound it, everything is risky. It's risky to go out in the street, for a house might fall on you, or you might be struck by lightning. I tell you there's a good deal more risk in not going into the scheme than in undertaking it." "If it should fail--" "If it should, it won't hurt us; we s hall not appear in the matter. Now, gov., leave all the planning to me, and you'll see that I'll make a good job of it." "Very good; we'll make the attempt, at least, for I know that while the boy is here my chances of getting the fortune are extremely slim." "Sure, gov." "And, after all, suppose that when we have rid of the boy"this long-lost sister of my wife's shou ld turn up?" "Suppose nothing! ejaculated Hector, im patiently. "You might sit there, supposing things all day. Now, dad, you'd better get out, for I'm getting feverish, and you know the doc. says I've got to keep quiet." "All right." And the major arose with clouded brow. "You'll see the fellow to-day, dad?" "Yes; but, Hector, your knowledge of low life in New York astonishes me." Rector laughed-a harsh, grating laugh. "I wasn't born yesterday, gov. You'll find that my knowledge of low life will be of a good deal of service to you in thi s case if you avail yourself of it." "I hop e s o." And M;ajor Buckley left the room. As h e entere d the hall a sound lik e the scuffling of feet saluted his ears He looked suspiciously around him. No one was in sight. "I must have imagined it," he muttered. "Con-

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16 POQR PADDY .. found it, this business has rattled me infernally. I must get a little nerve somehow \. Jie drew a flask from his pocket and took a l ong draught of its contents. The n he ent downstairs and entered his lib r ary. Scarcely had he disappeared when Paddy emerged from a closet in the upper hall and looked about him with a comically cautious ex pression. "Sure,'' he said, "If I'd had to sthop there much longer I'd ha' been smothered intirely." He wiped the perspiration from his forehead. 1 "Sure, what wud they ha' said if they'd caught me listenin' at their door a second toime ?" he continued. "I'm t'inkin' it wud ha' been the l ast o' me. Now, what am I to do? There's a plot a"gin Masther Ralph, but I cudn't hear it all Shall I go an' tell him what I did hear?" He stood still and reflected a few minute s "No,'' he said at la st "I'll kape me own counsel, an' watch. Bejabbers, they sha'n't harm Masther Ralph if Paddy Hogan is alive; an' jist at the prisint, he is very :qmch so." "Paddy!" came in a clear, sharp voice from downstairs It was Major Buckley's voice, and Paddy replied : "Sorr ?" "Here's a letter for you to mail." No one would have thought from the densely stupid look on tbe Irish boy's face as he de scended the stairs and took the letter, that he knew enough even to listen at a door; and Major Buckley decided at once that his suspicions had not been well founded. O H APTE R X. Paddy's Blunders In the foregoing chapter we may have given the reader an exaggerated idea of Paddy' s shrewdne ss; so it is as well that we relate the events that immediately followed those just de tailed, in order that a correct comprehension of our hero's character may be gained. Paddy was a typical Irish immigrant---:-a queer combination of "cuteness" and stupidity. Faithful to the death to a friend, vindictive in the sa me degree to an enemy, he was a true Hibernian. He was still very "green," and had made a number of absurd mi s takes in the short time he had been in Mrs. Buckle y's It has not seemed necessary that we chronicle them all, but we will relate the events of the morning about which we are writing. "Mail this letter at once," ordered Major Buckley, as he handed it to Paddy. "Sorr ?" said the youth with wide open eyes. "Mai l this letter-post it. Do you under stand?" "I do, sorr. B u t I don't know wher e i s the postoffice Maybe yez don't be havin wan in New York?" "Bah!" growled the major. "You need not go to the postoffic e Drop the letter in one of the street boxes." "The which, sorr ?" "One of the street l etter boxes." Wh at's thim ?" "C<'lnfound it I might as well take the letter out myself. You know what a lamp-post is, don't you, you blockhead?" "I do." "Well, haven t you seen that there are iron boxes attached to some of them?" "I didn't take notice, sorr." "Well, you take notice as soon as you get out." "I will "And when you come 1to one of the boxes, drop this letter in it." "Yes, son "Hold!" "Yes, s orr ." "I happ en to be ou t of postage stamps, so you'll have to buy one. I suppose you know enough to put it on the letter?" "I shuppose I do, sorr,'' returned PaddY, -rathe1; stiffly. "Sure, I can rade an' write, an"I have sint letthers mesilf." "All right; see that you send this one properly. Here are two cents for the stamp; now be off." "Yes, sorr." And Paddy left the house. "Sure," he muttered, as he wandered down the st r eet, "I don't know where thim iron boxes. do be, but I ll find wan befoor e I go back. But, indade, I don't loike to so much as take a letther for that blayguard, Major Buckley As luck would have it, he came to a fire alarm box within a few minutes His countenance brightened "Sure, I have wan already," he mused. "But how do ye get the letthers into it, at all at all?" H e spelled out the notice upon the door, and learn e d that the key to the box could be found at a drug store at the next corner. "Sure," he exclaimed, "I've spint toime enough on this letter,. so I have, for Masther Ralph may be wantin' me befoore this I'll ge t that kay and put the letther in the box an' be off at wunst So he started off at a run, and rushed into the drug store, sh o uting : "Have ye the kay to that box yonder?" "We have," replied the c l erk, a nervou s y oung fellow who hap pened to b e the only person in the store. "Do you want it?" "I do, an' in a hurry, too," replied" Paddy. The clerk, ima gi nin g that a fire had bro k e n ou:-

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POOR PADD Y. somewhere in the neighborhood, made h aste to get the key. Paddy rushed off with it, muttering: "Sure, this is the q u arest way o' puttin' a letther in the postoffice iver I see in me loife He succeeded in getting the box open without much trouble Having carefully deposited the letter inside, he began reading the printe d directions. As he did so an expression of wonder appeared upon his face. "Sure, what's all this, annyhow ?" he mur mured. "I'm to pull this little t'ing wanst to the roight, am I ? Well, thin, h e re goes given the alarm of fhe, he closed the box and departed in blissful uncon scio u sness of the mischief he had wrought As he rushed into the drug store and :flung the key down upon the counter the clerk asked : "Where's the fire?" Imagining that he was being "guyed" on account of hi s haste, Paddy replied wrathfully: "Foind out for yersilf, ye spa lpeen." Then he rushed off. He met the fire engines on his way back, and stopped to watc h them. Having found that there was no fire, the men were about to return, when it occurred to one of them to inquire at the dru g sto re who had sent the alarm. "It was that young Iris hman standing over yonder," repli ed the clerk, pointing to Paddy, who was stationed nea r the a l a r m box watching the engines. One of the firemen rushed up to him and shouted, in a white heat of excitement: "So it was you, was it?" ''What was me?" demanded Paddy, with a bewildered stare, so evidently genuine that the man moderated his tone when he asked: ''You sent that alarm of fire, didn't you?" "I did not. Sure, I didn't know there was any fire at all." "You didn't? "No. ''What did you suppose those engines were out for?" "Is thim fire engines?'' "Of course they are What did you think they were?" "Sure, I t'ought it was a cirkis." A glimmering of the truth began to d awn up on the fireman's mind. "A circus, eh?" "Yes sorr." ''Well, it is a circus, and a three-ring one, too. Say, didn't you open that box?" "Elure, I did,'' replied P ad d y, with the utmost promptness. ''What did you do it for?" ''What does : rnn v wan do it for? Sure I had a letth er to mail." "And y011 oncned thiit box to mail a letter?" "I did "Well, you're the biggest fool I ever met. Hold on, and I'll get your letter for you." lnsideo of two minutes the fireman had in formed his comrades of the true state of affairs, procured the key, unlocked the box and given the astonished Irish boy the letter and the two cents t ;hat he had deposited in the box with it. "This isn't a letter box," he explained, "it's a fire alarm box. There's a letter box over yonder; but put a stamp on your letter before you mail it. Be !!little more careful how you monkey with such things, Paddy, or you'll get into trouble And he rushed off. Paddy stared about him in bewilde r ment than ever "Sure, this is a strange counthry," he mur mured, as he turned his steps in the direction o f t h e l etter box "Now, how did h e know my n ame was Paddy?" Having reach ed the la.mp post, the boy stared at the box in great perplexity. "Sure, there's no kay to this box at all, at all," he muttered, "an' how do ye ge t into it? Maybe t hat felly was playin' a thrick on m e A young fellow who happened to be passing at the moment halted, and with a merry twinkle in his eye addressed Paddy: "Are you trying to mai l a l ette r ?" "Sure I am." "Well, why don't you do it?" "There's n o key to the box at all, at all .. "Oh, you don't need a key. Ye d on't ?" "Certainly not." And the young man lifted the lid of the box and showed poor Paddy where to put the letter. "An' is that the way y.e do it?" asked the Iris h lad, brightening up. "Of course." "But, sure, there's no sthamp on the l etter." Isn't the r e? Well, I'll tell you what to do." What? With a h alf eonceal e d s mile the str a n ger said : "You've seen those boxes where you p u t a nick e l in the slot and get out a piece of chewing gum?" "I have," replied Paddy, to whom Ralph had exhibited one of the machines mentioned at the elevated railroad station. "Well, this works on the same principle." "It does ?" "Yes. Drop your two cents in the slot; then wait awhile until the machinery inside gets to working and the stamp will come out Then stick it on your ietter-and there you are." "An' i s tha,t the way ye do it?" "Cert." "Sure, this is a wondherful counthr:v !" ex claimed Paddy. "Of course it is. But you want to remember one thing" "What's that, sorr ?"

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18 POOR PADDY. "Be sure to wait until the stamp comes out. Sometimes it takes quite a long time for the stamp to be printed." "Oh, I'll wait, sorr; niver fear." "That' s right. Well, s'long, Paddy As he walked away the Irish boy exclaimed: "An' sure, how did he know that me name was Paddy ? Begorra, these Amerikins is wondherful 11ayple, so they are !" He deposite d the two cents in the box, and then waited for the stamp to come out. Fifteen minutes passed; and, growing tired, Paddy sat down on the curbstone "Begorra, I wish the sthamp wud be afther comin'," he murmured wearily. At the expiration of another quarter hour Major Buckley happened along. "What are you doing here, you blockhead?" he asked. "Why don't you go home?" "Sure, I'm waitin' for the sthamp, sorr "Waiting for what?" 'The sthamp ." .And Paddy explained. '"You're the greatest fool I ever saw," ex claimed the irate major. "Here, give me that letter; I'll mail it myself. As for you, go home." P oor Paddy walked off with an air of offended dignity. "There's nothing to fear from him," muttered Major Buckley. "I was foolish to waste a moment's thought on him. Why, the fellow is s/i!arcely more than an idiol!" CHAPTER XI. Mother and Son. While the interview between Major Buckley and Hector was going on in the room of the lat ter, Ralph and his mother were engaged in con versation in Mrs. Bu ckley's apartment. Ralph had entered his mother's room, evidently con siderably excited He was by nature impetuous and s omewhat hot-headed, and he had been thinking ove r the events of the previous evening until he was very angry "Mother," he cried, bursting into the apart ment, "how long is this sort of thing going to last." Mr s Buckle y looked up in mild s urprise. She was a woman who seldom showed signs of agitation, having excellent control of her emotions. "What do you m ean, Ralph?" she asked. "How long i s what to last?" "For a few mom e nts the boy did not r e ply; then, in a voice c hok e d with emotion, he said: "Moth e r our home is not whflt it used to be." With a sigh Mrs. Buckley made a deprecating gesture. "Say no more, Ralph," she returned, in almost pleading accents "But I must speak," cried the boy. "Why?" "What happened last night makes it impossible for me to hold my peace any longer "Ralph--" "How long is this man, Hector Buckley, to remain in this house, mother?" "Surely, Ralph, you would not have me turn him out in his present state?" exclaimed the lady. "But I cannot bear to have him under our roof. He is a wretch, a thorough scoundrel, if there ever was one." "I believe that, Ralph; but he will not be here long." The boy paced the room excitedly. "It was bad enough," he said, "to have his father take the place of my father, but--" ''Enough, Ralph!" interrupted the lady. "I can h e ar no more." But why will you not speak frankly, mother? Major Buckley--" "Is my husband!" "But not my father, thank heaven!" "My son!" "1fother," iJ?-terposed Ralph, "won't you let me speak?" "What do you wish to say? Go on." "I believe that you married Major Buckley, not understanding his true character. Is it not so, mother?" Mrs. Buckley hesitated a few moments. "Of what use is it to enter into that question?" she said at last. "Will you not answer me, mother?" pleaded Ralph. Again the lady hesitated. The n she replied : "I will answer you, Ralph. Yes, I was under a misapprehension as to Major Buckl ey's char acte r and dispo s ition. Your father;whose friend he was, regarded him as a high-minded, noble man, and I b e lieved that his opinion was well founded. Major Buckley came to me with pro testations of esteem and love. I had found the management of my estate a difficult and perplexing task, many respon s ibilitie s which I found it almost impo s sible to assume were involved. So I yielded to Major Buc kley's persuasions and be came hi s wife." "And in a very s hort time," interposed Ralph with flashing eyes, "he attempted to ind uce you to mak e a will leaving all your property to him." "Yes, but h e could never persuade me to do that." "Are you sure of that, mother?" asked Ralph "ith a sear c hing glance. "Perfectly," repli ed the lady quietly. "You need ha1e no fear upon that score, my son I

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POOR PADDY. have the strongest of reasons for persistently re fusing to adopt such a course "W hat reasons, mother?" "I think you know them, Ralph In the first place my sense of what is due you and myself would prevent my acceding to the major 's desire. Secop.dly, to be perfectly frq,nk with you, Ralph, I do not think that Major Buckle y is the man to be intrusted with the care of a large fortune "I am glad that you have come to that con clusion, mother." "I have been forced t it. Major Buckley has shown the cloven foot; his demands for money have of late been so frequent that I have been obliged to refuse to give him anything but acer tain weekly allowance-which he declares to be totall y inadequate to meet his wants But I have a third and a still stronger reason." "And that is, mother--" "The duty I owe my sister, who may still be alive." "But do you think it possible that she still lives, mother?" "Of course it is possible, but I fear that it is not probable," returned the lady. "But the property is rightfully yours, mother, not hers." "No, Ralph, it is hers In the eyes of the world, perhaps, it is mine. But she was my father's favorite child, while I incurred his dis pleasure by marrying the 1?-an of my choice, father whom he did not hke. It was always his intention to leave his property to my Alice, but he died inte s tate. Alice's whereabouts could not be learned; it was believed that she was dead, and the property became mine. But I feel, I alwavs have felt, that I only hola it in trust" for her. Some day she may come and claim it." "But that is not likely, mother. Think how many years it is since you have heard from her." "True. It was eighteen years ago that she sailed for Europe with a concert company of which she was the prima She had a ;fine voice and it was believed that she would achieve a o-r:at reputation. But before the first concert o-iven she mysteriously disappeared. She ha s been heard of since. She may be dead -l dare not hope that she lives-but a doubt remains I cannot, will not, part with the fortune that is rightfully hers." h "If you should learn of her death, mot er"Even then I would not s urrend er my property to Horace Buckley," replied the lady, an un wonted fire lighting up her eyes. "But even if she does not live, she may have left heirs. Some day the true owners of my father's may claim "it. When they do, I sha ll not hold it back -nor will you, my son, if the claim should be made after, i have passed away." "I shall alwavs be mindful of your wishes, mother," repli ed., Ralph grave ly. "I know it, my boy," and Mrs. Buckley pressed a kiss upon his forehead. "And now leave me, for this interview has exhausted me extrem e ly, and I must rest." Ralph returned his mother 's caress and left the room Little did either of them imagine the frightful peril through which he was desti ned to pass be fore they met again. CHAPTER XII. Major Buckle y Hesitates. Despite the agitation of his mind, Major Buckley could not help smiling as he walked away from Paddy after the episode of the letter recorded in a former chapter. But the smile soon faded from his face, and his brows again contracted with deep thought. "It's dangerous business," he muttered, as he hurried in the direction of Broadway "I don't half lik e to meddle with it; but, confound it! what am I going to do? The woman whom I married, believing that I could mold her to my will, turns out to have a will of her own, and a deucedly strong one. Why, by Jove I occupy the position of a mere dependent in her house, instead of being its master The old man's face colored with anger. "It's principally that boy's work, curse him!" he went on hotly, oblivious of the curious glances of the passers-by against whom he jostled. "If he's put out of the way I shall be master of the fortune and its present owner. It shall be done. Hector was right. There is no other course open to me." As he spoke he boarded a Broadwa y car. Then, noticing that he was attracting attention by his half-articulate words, he relapsed into silence But the burden of his reflections was the same. Major Buckley had always borne a good repu tation. He had mingled in New York's best society, and had been looked upon as a gentleman of re finement and culture-a "man of the world" in the best sense of the term. But the only reason he had never fallen into crime was that the temptation had never been offered him. He had been reared in luxury; until he reached manhood his every wish had been gratified. When his father died he inherited his entire estate. It took him but a year to run through the property; then he married a wealthy woman, upon whose fortune he lived in luxury for m:my vears. Upon her death he inherited only a portion of her estate, which he quickly dissipated in reek-

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20 POOR PADDY. less speculation; assisted, it need not be said, by his hopeful son, Hector. 'rhen he began paying attentions to the widow of his old friend, Redmund Earl. Mr s Earl was of a confiding nature, and the care of her fortune perplexed her. The major won her respect and esteem if not her love, and she consented to become his wife. Too late had awakened to the bitter truth -that she had made a fatal mistake. .But l\Iajor Buckley, as ire have seen, did not succeed in ac complishing the purpose for which he had sac rificed what he was pleased to tcrm his "liberty;" the fortune was not hi;:;, after all, aml he found himself forced to choose bebveen resigning it and .committing a hideolr crime He left the car only a few blocks below Fourieenth street, and proceeded eastward until he reach ed a small liquor saloon not far from the .East River. Gazing upon the building with an expression 'Of disgust, almost of loathing, he muttered: "Can this be the place? A more di;;reputable spot I never saw And Hector seemed perfectly familiar iYith it. Well, I was a wild enough young fellow years ago, but I never descended to this sort of thing. Shall I enter the place or not?" The good and evil within him struggled for the mastery. It was a supreme moment. in the life of Horace Buckley. The matter was decided, a s many of the most important affairs of our lives often are, by a mere trifle. A dozen or more heads protruded from the window s of the tenement houses in the immediate vicinit y-heads of the wretched, blear-eyed, half .starved residents of the localitv. All were gazing curiously at Major Buckley. At last one husky voice said: "Stag his nibs This was the signal for a chorus of comments in the same vein. "Where did he blow in from?" "Get onter d.er dicer "Chuck a brick at him!" "He's escaped from der Eden Musee !" These and other similar remarks saluted the ears of the fastidious Major Buckley, and they were accompanied by shouts of laughter "The infernal wretches !" he muttered. "It won't do for me to make myself too conspicuous here--I may be remembered." And he hastily entered the saloon. Some new object of interest greeted the eyes of the watchers, and "his nibs" was soon for gotten. Half an hour elapsed before l\Iajor Buckley emerged from the den His face was pale, his features were drawn and set. "lily Goel!" he muttered, as he hurrie d in the direct.ion of Broadway, "can such things be? I have liYed all my life in great cities, but never I see such a picture of degradation. Well, it _is done, and I do not regret it. Soon this boy will be removed from my path; then to gain possession of the fortune will be easy Yet he shuddered as he spoke; the transition from weakness to crime had been made but Maj or Buckley was not yet hardened. When he returned home his wife observed the marks of extreme agitation upon his coli.ntenance and commented upon them, but he laughed them away When he wacl alone with his son the voung fel-low demanded eagerly : "Well, is it done?" "Yes,'' returned Major Bucklev, with an involuntary gesture of disgust ."What's the matter, gov.?" "That place-those people !" "Well, they're not the sort you meet in the best society, but they're mighty useful tools once in a while, as you have found out." "That saloon seems to be the headquarters of an organized band of criminals "That's what it is," replied Hector, coolly. "But how did you find out anything about it?" The young fellow laughed. "Oh, I know the shady side of the big metropo lis about as well as any one." "I should imagine o. And they seem to know J'OU there much bette than I do." Again Hector laughed-a short, disagreeable laugh "Hector," said his father gravely, "I'm afraid you are not what I supposed you to be. You were not educated according to Puritanical rules, I never desired that you should be, but I did hope-" "Give us a rest, go1ernor,'' interposed Hector, coarsely "If there is a time to preach, this cer tainly i not it, and you are not the man to do it, either." "I--" "We are in the same boat, and let me tell you that my knowledge of low life in the great city is of a good deal of benefit to you now. Well, you saw old Methuselah, of course?" ''Yes; he is a strange man, Hector." "He's one of the martest men in this country, governor, and might have occupied any position." "And yet he chooses a life of crime!" "He is a king in his way, and exerts absolute control over his band. They obey his orders with out question, for they know that old Methuselah punishes in.subordination severely." "What is hi:s real ;name?" askecl Major Buck ley, curiously "That no one knows, not even his intimate associates. To them he is simply known as Methuselah-and he l ooks old enough to justify the use of the nickname. But I sometimes fancy that he is not quite as old as he looks." "The same thouO'ht occurred to me. His

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POOR PADDY. 21 bright, piercing black eyes are :not like those of an old man, :nor is his voice weak or quavering "Whatever his age or :name may be, he is in full possession of a ll his faculties, and they are sharper than those of most m en. They say that he was onc e a detective of some eminence, but that h e did some crooked work on a case and got a bad name Then he went into his present busi ne ss, if you ca ll it a business; and hi s long and intim ate knowledge of crime and cr im inals brought him s uccess and a fortune." "A fortune?" "Oh, yes; : Methus e lah is a very wealthy man, although he doesn't look it. The story I've told you may :not be true, but it is generally believed by the old man's associates Hark! was not that the front door closing?" "Yes," re s ponded Maj or Buckle y "Step to the window and see if it is not R alph." Major Buckley obeyed. "Yes," he said, "it is he." A smi l e appeared up on Hector's features. "Good! he exclaimed. "He will newr r e enter the house again." CHAPTER XIII. Paddy Makes a New Acquaintance. There was another who heard Ralph Earl leav e the mansion-Paddy Hogan. "He's o-oin' out,'' he muttered excitedly to himself. 0"I'll follow him, an' if thim villains thrys anny o' their tricks on him, let thim look .()Ut for Paddy Hogan But at this moment he heard a voice ca lling: "Paddy !" rt was Mr s Buckley. The Irish lad hurried to her room. "What is it, ma'am?" The ladv gazed searchingly into his face "Why, you seem excited, Paddy!" "I am-that is, I'm not, ma'am," stammered the lad. "Has anything gone wrong?" "Yes-I mane no, ma'am." Supposing that his agitati.on was. ca u sed by some new mistake or blund er 111 the discharge of his duties, Mrs. Buckle y only smiled and said : "Well, be very careful, Paddy, ancl all will probably go well." "God grant it, ma'am, re sponded the boy,. ferv ently. "May I go now?" "In a moment, Paddy; I hav e an errand for you to do." "And erra nd i s it, ma'am?" "Yes ; I want y ou to deposit a sum of in the bank for me. Do you think you can do it?" "l '11 thry, ma'am,'' retm:ned Paddy, shifti ng from one foot to the other in his impati e nce to b e off. Of course h e wanted to follow Ralph, and he knew that if he did not start at once the boy would be out of sight I will fill out a depo sit blank," sai d Mr s Buckley, seating her self at a table. The deliberate m anne r in which she wrote the document was a lmo st madd en in g to poor Paddy. But at la st it was finished, and she handed it to the lad with the bank-book and money. When s he had dir ected him how to find the bank s h e sa id : I am s howin g you nqw how much confidence I repose in you, Paddy; there a r e hundred dollars here." Paddy gasped for b:r:cath. "Fifteen hundlued dolla rs; ma'am! ''Yes Now make haste and deposit it, and r e turn as soon as you can." Paddy did not have to be told to make ha ste twice. He ru s h ed down stairs three or four ste ps at a time, and was out of the house in a "jiff y H e gazed about him in a ll directions. Ralph was :nowhere to b e seen. "He's gone !" gasped .Paddy, his jaw falling "Sure, I was a fraid of it! Oh, I wish I'd fol lowed him an' paid no attintion at all to the mi s tress; for, sure, isn't h er son of more conse quenc e to h e r than h er money? But it's too la te to think o' that now." H e hurried toward Broadw ay, carr y ing tp.e bank-book in hi s hand with the greenback s pro truding from either end. "Sure," he murmured, "if I :niver see the young mastller ag'in, if thim villain s has done away wid him, I'll have thim puni s hed if it takes the ri st o' my life Oh, wirra, wirra why didn't I te ll him all I overheard befoor e he wint out?'' He was so occupied with his refle c tion s that h e clid not observe two rather ftas hilv dressed m e n who stood upon the opposite sidewa l k watching him. Their eyes were fixed greedily upon the bank book which he was s o conspicuously displayi n g After a con s ultation one of them crossed over, and, rushing up to Paddy, exclaimed, with out stretched hand : "Why, P addy, is that you?" Thus s uddenl y aroused from his reflections, the lad started and looked up "Sure it is me, an' no other," h e sa id, not tak ing the proffered hand, howe:ver. "An' how did ye know my name?" "Why, don't you remember me, P addy ?" asked the fellow, wit h an air of the most intense s ur prise. "I do not." "I lmew you as soon as I saw you." "Ye did ?" "Certainly; I have a cousin in your illage,

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22 POOR PADDY. and I was over visiting him a while ago, and that was when I saw you." Poor, innocent Paady's face lighted up. "Was yer cousin Mike Mooney ?" "Of course," returned the stranger, promptly. "I remimber he had a cousin from Ameriky visitin' him about two years ago, but I t'ink: I niver seen him." "Well you see him now, for I'm the man." "An' is this so ?" Paddy took the fellow's hand, which had re mained extended throughout the dialogue, and shook it heartily. Nothing is more cheering to an emigrant in a strange land than to meet one who is familiar with the scenes and faces so far away and so dear. "Of course it's so," said the stranger, return ing the pressure of Paddy's hand with interest. "And how is Mike?" "Foine." "I'm glad to hear it. As luck will have it, Paddy, we're within a stone's throw of my room on Third A venue; come up and have something to drink with ;me." "Sure I can't." "Why not ?" "I'm on an e rrand for the misthress." "Oh, never mind that; just come up and hav e a glass of beer, and we'll talk over old a few minutes. Come on, my boy, if you're a true Irishman." And linking his arm in that of the unwill ing Paddy, he gently forced him in the direction of Third A venue. "Well, thin, I'll go wid ye jist for a minute," said the Irishman, his heart warming toward his companion as he thought of the far-away home and friends. "Of course you will," said his companio n, with an oily smile. A few moments' walk brought them to Third Avenue. Having proceeded down that street a short dis tance, the stranger said, as he paused before a door: "Well, here we are." "An' is this where ye live?" asked Paddy. There was a "gro7e:ery" on the ground floor, and from the interior of the dark, dingy hallway, reveal e d as Paddy's companion opened the door, came a damp, noxious odor. "It is," replied the stranger; "it's the best Barne y Finnegan can afford just now." "An' is ye,r name Barney Finnegan ?" asked Paddy "Of course it is; didn't I tell you so before?" "Ye did not." "Then I forgot." "There's a family o' Finnegans I kllow in County Roscommon." "That's the family I come from," asserted the alleged Barney Finnegan promptly. Just then the man who had been conversing with him on the opposite side of the street, and whom Paddy had not seen, came running up. "Hello, Barney, old man!" "Why, Jimmy, is that you?" And the two shook hands as if they had not met for years. Then Finnegan turned to Paddy. "This is my friend, Mr. Mahon-Jimmy Mahon." "Glad to know you, sir," said the newcomer. "Going up to your room, Barney? "Yes; my friend and I are going to take a glass of beer together. Come along, won't you?" "Don't care if I do. Besides, I've got a little game I want to show you." "A game, eh?" laughed Finnegan. "Well, come up, and we'll see what it's like." two schemers ascended a rfokety flight of stairs, followed by poor, simple-minded Paddy who had no s uspicion of the nature of the pany he was in. Finnegan unlock ed a door at the head of the stairs and u shered his two companions into a dingy back room. "Sit down, gents," he said, as he produced a couple of bottles of beer from a closet. "Make yourselves at home. And now, Jimmy, let's see what this little game of yours is?" CHAPTER XIV. Ji:nmy 's Little Game. Paddy waited with interest to see what this new game of "Jimmy's" was like. But its possessor seemed to be in no particular hurry to exhibit it. "Wait till we've had our beer, Barney," he said, "then I'll show it to you and your friend, Mr.--I think you didn't mention his name." "Me n a me's Hogan," said Paddy, "at yer sarvice." "I told you it was Hogan, but you've forgot ten," said Finnegan. "Well here's luck !" The three glasses were drained, and then Ma hon said: ''Well, it isn't exactly a game, either; it's just a little trick that I've learned-a sort of sleight of-hand performance. See?" "If it's sleight-of-hand, you can't do it," laughed Finnegan. "I never saw you attempt a trick yet that you didn't make a mess of." "You didn't, eh?" said Mahon, pretending to be "Well, you'll see me do one now. Lend me Y.our hat, Barney." Finnegan handed him the hat. Mahon then removed his own from his head and placed it upon the table beside his friend's.

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POOR PADDY. 23 This d o n e h e produced a s mall rubber ball fro m bi s poc ke t. He placea it under one of the hat s then he said: Now, then, Barney, I'll bet you fifty dollars you can't tell which hat the ball is under." I c an 't, eh?" said Finnegan, laughin g l o udly. "Wh y it would be robbing you to tak e tha t bet." "That' s all right," said Mahon; "put up your money. "I' ll do it, said Finnegan. "Here, we'll place the stakes in the hands of our friend Hogan." Each of the men handed Paddy a fifty-dollar bill. The Irish lad was watching the game with deep interest. Old as it was, it was new to him. H e w a s sure t h at he knew whic h ha t the b a ll was unde r a n d t ha t F inn e gan w a s certai n t o w in the money. A nd so it proved. "The b a ll i s h e r e," sai d Finn egan, and h e lift ed one of the hats. And of c our se, the ball was t h e r e "I was n t qui t e quick enou g h,'' sai d M a hon wit h an a i r o f c ha g rin. ''Well, Mr. H oga n, give B arney t h e s t akes." Poor P addy hand e d Finneg an the money. "Now, the n, I'm going to try again,'' an nounc e d Mahon, "and this time I'll succe e d Barney, I'll make the bet a hundred this time." "You mus t want to thro w a way your money,'' sai d F innega n. "Howev e r, if y ou say it, it goes." The sa m e p e rformance was r e peat ed. M a hon placed th e b all unde r the hat s o awk wardly that there could be no pos s ibl e doubt as to where it was, and Finnegan again poc k e ted the s tak es. Mahon affected great disappointment and sur prise. "I don t see how I missed it,'' h e sa id. "Oh,'' l a u g h e d Finnegan, y ou'r e N G. as a s l e i g ht-of-hand m a n. B ette r chuck that ball a way." No I won't," returne d Mahon with affected a n ge r. "I'll t e ll y ou w h at I ll do, Mr Ho g an,'' turning t o Paddy, "I'll b e t you a hundred that you can't te ll w hi c h h at the ball i s unde r. "Sure, I h a v e no money," said poor Paddy, s impl y "Tbat'll do to t e ll l a u g hed Mahon. "Didn't I see the hundr e d-doll a r bill s s tickin g out of that bank-book that y ou jus t put in your pock et ?" "But thim i s not min e ." "Not your s ? Jo; they a r e the mi sthress' s Finnegan dr e w Paddy aside. "I say, old man "What?" "Take Mahon up and mak e a cool hundr e d for y ourself. You're sure to win-he c an t do the tric k a s you hav e s e e n for y ourself. P a dd y hesitated H e' s got more money than he knows what to do with,' went on Finnegan, persuasively, and you may as well have a little of it." "But I tould ye I had no money," said Paddy. "I know you did; but what's the matter with borrowing some of your mistress' spare cash?" Paddy started. "Sure I cudn't do that !" "Why couldn't you?" The lad hesitated. It was a strong temptation. "If I lost it !" he exclaimed, dubiously. "But you couldn't lose it, my dear boy; it's a d e ad sure thing." Perhaps Paddy would have yielded had not an unexpected interruption occurred at this m o ment. Ther e was a s harp kno c k a t th e door. Finnega n s pran g up and answ e r e d the sum mon s "You're want e d Paddy heard a hoarse voice w hi s p e r. W f a nted?" r eturne d Finne g an. "Yes. "By whom?" "Methus elah." P a dd y gave a start of surpri s e "BegoiTa," he thought, that's the name I h e ard thim two blay g uard s Major Buckley and hi s son use." H e now li s t e ned intently. "Wh at does he want?" a s k e d Finnegan, in a ch a nged tone. for him t o t e ll you-I don' t know," was the r e ply. "Whe n does he want me?" "As soon as you can come. "Say I'll b e the;re insic;le of half an hour." "All right." "Hold on !" "What's the matter?" "Just giv e me the address again." "I thou g h t ever y man in your lin e in t he city knew it; it's N o 473 Eas t --Street." "I'll be there soon." "Se e that you are for M e thusel a h w ill stand no funn y biz." And the vis itor departed. Finneg an closed the door and returned to the table. ''Well,'' said Mahon impatiently, "is Mr. Ho gan g oin g to tak e m e up or not?" ''He is-not,'' replied Paddy, with great promptness. The brief conver s ation h e h a d overh e ard had open e d the Iris h l a d 's eyes to the character of the two men. He aro s e to leave the plac e But both hi s c ompanion s s prang to their feet. They did not inte nd to let the coveted prize gg so easily. ''What do you mean, Mr. Hogan?" demanded M a hon with an air of indignation.

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24 POOR PADDY "What do I mane, is it?" "Yes." "I' mane jist what I say-that I'll not bet wid ye." ".And why not?" asked Mahon, exchanging glances with his "pal. "For several raisons that I have," replied Paddy, moving toward the door. "What are they?" persisted Mahon. ''Yes, what are they?" chimed in Finnegan "You owe us both an explanation for your singu lar behavior." "Well, thin," said Paddy, "in the first place I mane that I'm no thafe." "No thief !" exclaimed Mahon. "Jist so; and in the sicond place, that I belave you are." Both men rushed toward the boy with threat ening gestures. "Sthand off," cried Paddy, doubling up his fists, "or I'll make yez wish yez had." They did not heed the warning. The next moment Finriegan received a blow from the Irish lad's fist that stretched him upon the floor. Before Mahon could reach him, Paddy had left the room; in a few seconds he was on the street "It was Hiven's own. that sent me there,'' he exclaimed. "Now I have the address o' the place, an' I'll save Masther Ralph or die wid him." .At this moment Finnegan came rushing out of the house. His eye blazed with fury, and he approached Paddy with clenched fists "You young Mick!" he exclaimed with an oath, "I'll teach you a lesson that you won't soon forget "Ye will, eh?" said Paddy, composedly. "Well, I'm alwavs willin' to learn, but I have very little t ime now:" ''You can make some, then." ".An' is that so? Well, if there's any t'achin' to be done I belave I'll do it. I've taught ye wan l esson already, ye blayguard, an' I'm ready to give ye another "You are, eh ?" shouted Finnegan "I am,'' replied Paddy, holding his ground "There's a frind o' mine comin' yonder; I t'ink I'll lave the matther to him." Finnegan turned quickly Paddy's "frind" proved to be a uniformed pol iceman. It did not take the swindler long to disappear, a n d our hero went on his way, muttering: 'Maybe I'm not as grane as I look, afther all. Now, thin, Masther Ralph, we'll see if I know enough to save ye." CHAPTER XV. The Plotters at Work. It did, indeed, seem providential that Paddy had met the two swindlers, Mahon and Finne gan, as they had called themselves, who attempt ed to rob hini of the money he was taking to the bank for Mrs. Buckley The lady had detained him so long that he had not been able to follow Ralph, as he had intended. In the conversation between Major Buckley and Hector, which he had overheard, the name "Methuselah" had been mentioned, and Paddy had gained some idea of the character and repu tation of the terrible old man who seemed to be the ringleader of a band of desperados, and one of those intimately connected with the proposed abduc tion and destruction of Ralph Earl. But the old man's address had not been men tioned; and not having been able to follow Ralph, the Irish boy would not have known where to go had he not overheard the address in the house into he had been inveigled by the man Finnegan. Having deposited Mrs. Buckley's money i'n the bank, the simple-minded Irish lad turned his steps in the direction of East --Street. It was his firm purpose to save Ralph from the toils of the villains who were plotting against his life, but he had little idea of the terrible odds against him. Let us now return to Ralph Earl. When he left his mother's house he did not ob serve a plainly-dressed, elderly man who stood upon the opposite corner. But this individual observed him, and followed him from the moment he descended the steps of the mansion When Third Avenue was reached the stranger was only a few rods behind the lad .At this point a new character in the drama ap pearec;l. This was a miserably-dressed, haggard-looking girl of perhaps twelve. In obedience to a signa l from the stranger, she approached him. .A whispered conversation followed. The man pointed to Ralph ''That's him," he said "That boy?" "Yes You ]mow your part?" ''Yes; but-but he looks so handsome, so good. They won't harm him, will they?" "Never you mind about that,'' said the stran ger in a fierce whisper. "You know what you've been told to do-go and do it." By this time R alph had turned into Third A venue and was nearly a block away from the couple. "Follow him-quick !" arlded the man "and

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POOR PADDY. if you make a mess of the job you know what you ll get from Methuselah." Without another word the girl turned and ran down Third A ven u e in the direction taken by Earl. Just before she reached the boy she com m enced sobbing and crying Ralph turned. His sympathetic nature was at once moved by the s ight of the girl's apparent distress, and 11e as k ed: "\\'hat's the matter?" The child remov ed h er hand s from h e r face and l ooked up into Ralph's eyes. The lad gaze d upon her with an interest that was not to be wondered at. Her delicate oval face and finelv chise l ed fea tures indicated a r efined, almost artistic nature H e r large brown eyes, s haded b:v lon g dark lashes, gaze d at the boy's features with an ap pealin g look a s s h e said : "I am very poor, sir." It scarce l y seemed necessary to announce that fact; the gi rl's patched and tattered ga rments certainl y indicat e d it plainly enough So tho ught Ralph as he inquired in a gentle ton e : "Well, wh a t can I do for you?" At the sa me time he drew out his purse. But t he girl drew back. "No, sir,'' she said, "I can't take your money." "I thought that was what you wanted,'' said Ralph bluntly "No, no," sobbed the child. "Then what do you want? You say you are ver y poor?" "Yes." "What can I do for you?" "Illy g randpa is very s ick sir-I am afraid h e is d ying ." And apparently the girl burst into a flood of tear s She was only playing a part, but s he played it well, and Ralph Earl was deceived. "I am very sor ry for you,'' he sa id and t h e r e was genuine sym pathy i'n his voice. "What can I do for you?" "There are in s titution s in New York that h e lp poor pe ople, aren't there, sir?" asked th e child. "Yes, many of them." "Do y ou know where they are?" "I !'.:an eas ily find out "And will you sir?" "Certainly." "But first, sir, won't you pleas e come with me and see my poor grandpa? H e i s very, very sick, an d if you only would-" "Of course I w ill," interrupted Ra lph. "Where do you live?" "On Eas t ---Street, sir, near the river," was the reply. "It's a very poor p lace, sir, and I'm ashamed to take you there." "You needn't be," said Ralph, gen tl y "Come, let us go at once. Are your pa r e n ts li ving?" "No, sir ; they have bot h been dead four years." And as they walked down Thi r d A venue the child told a tale of distress so pathetic t hat it brought tears to Ra l ph's eyes. She was one of a c l ass that is sta r tli n gly l arge in every great city-the class of professional criminals, those who are e ducat e d from their birth to look u pon the re st of mankind as their legitimate prey. And a more dangerou s member of the juvenile portion of this class could sca rce l y be found than this girl, with her sweet, almost angelic face, h e r larg e pleading eyes, and her voice, the sound of which sent an involuntary thrill of sympathy through her companion's frame. Trained from her very i nfancy to deceive, it is no wonder that she did her work well. Yet a physiognomist would have declared that in the girl's nature ther e were elements that would have :fitted her for a high and noble life. Hers was a naturally fine o r ganization warped and disto r ted by crue l circ u mstances, but not yet degraded past hopeof redemption. Ralph's confidence in her was, in one sense, no t misplaced, for the child, though forc e d to act a part, did it unwillin g ly, and in her heart felt the s ame confidence for the lad she was imposing upon tha t s h e inspired in his heart. "I will do all I can to h e lp you,'' said Ra l ph, when his companion h a d fini shed her story. "I will s peak to m y moth er about you and your grandfather. Bu t i s thi s whe r e you live?" For the girl had paused b e for e a tenement It the sa me house that we hav e seen Major Buc kley enter. It is.no wonder that Ralpl;t gaze d upon i t, and upon the wretched d e niz e n s b f the neighborhood with an air of disgust "Yes, sir," replied the child, "this i s my home. It's a poor place, sir, but it's the bes t g randpa and I can afford Will you come up stairs, sir?" "Certainly," rimlied the boy "Lead the way." The girl preceded him up the narrow rickety stairs and opened the door of a roon!in the rear of the bui lding. The apartment .was enveloped in g loom. Ra l ) J h could see nothin g beyond the threshold bl a feeble voice inside asked : "ls that you, Annie?" "Yes, grandpa,'' r_eplied the girl, an d I have brou ght a youn g gentleman to see you ." CHAPTER XVI. Ralph in the Toil s "A young gentleman?" croaked the voice. B ring him in. Ralph entered the room followed by the gir l.

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POOR PADDY. Upon a low couch lay stretched the form of a gaunt, haggard old man, whose dark, deeply. sunken, yet bright and piercing eyes looked sharply at the visitor's face as he said: "Shut the door, Annie 'l'he child obeyed. At this instant Ralph chanced to turn and look at her. Her face wore a frightened, apprehensive look that surprised and startled him. At once his suspicions of foul play were aroused. Almost involuntarily he stepped toward the door. But as he did so the old man sprang from the bed and clutched him by the throat. It was evident enough from the strength he displayed that h e was no invalid. A desperate struggle ensued. The old man was strongly and wirily built, and Ralph was almost his match. The boy had cultivated athletics, and his practice served him in good stead now. He realized that he had been entrapped, and was in imminent danger, and he exerted himself to the utmost. But the old man had gained an advantage at the outset, and he steadily maintained it. Ralph found that he was weakening. By a supreme effort he tore himself from his adversary's grasp and rushed toward the door again. But as he did so he received a blow on the tem ple inflicted, not by the old man, but by a stal wart fellow who, unseen by him, had emerged from an adjoining room. As Ralph sank unconscious to the floor, the girl sprang forward, exclaiming : "Qh, you are not going to kill him !-you are not are you ?" She sank upon her knees at the feet of the old man. He seized her roughl y by the shoulder, hissing: "Never you mind what I'm going to do-what is it to yo-i+,? Here, get out with you!" And he dragged her to the door and thrust her out into the hall with brutal force Then having closed the door, he said, address g the man who had str uck Ralph: "You came just in time." "Yes." "The youngster has got muscle enough." "He must have to have held his own against you as he did, Methuselah." "Yes, he is a powerful young fellow." "What's to be done with him?" The old man whispeted a few words in his companion's ear. "That's it, is it?" was the response, as the fel-low gave a glance at Ralph's prostrate body. "That's it." ''You're sure you can trust the girl?" "Why not ?" "She seemed to shmy a good deal of interest in the kid." "That's all right. Who dares disobey Methu selah? Certainly not she. Now, then, we must waste no more time in words; to work. * It was with a stra ng e feeling of bewilderment that Ralph Earl slowly recovered his senses. He opened his eyes and gazed about him. Where was he? His first thought was that his surroundings were a part of a dream from which he would presently awaken. Then, one by one, the events of the day re turned to him. He struggled to his feet. He was the inmate of a circular dungeon, per ha.Ps eight or ten feet in diameter, dimly lighted from above by an-iron grating. The place looked not unlike an old well that had long been unused. A damp, noxiou's odor greeted the boy's nos trils. The side walls of the dungeon, which were of stone, and the cement floor, were covered with a fungus growth; snails, and other similar crea tures which thrive in damp localities, crawled slowly about. The atmosphere of the place oppressed the helpless prisoner and sent a vague chill of horror to his heart. Was there no escape from this horrible dun geon? Apparently the only means of egress was from the top, and the iron grating was too far above the boy's head for him to hope to reach it. "Help! help!" he cried. There came no response. Again and again he repeated the appeal, but fruitlessly. To what horrible fate had he been condemn e d by his mysterio us enemies? Was he doomed to die of cold and starvation? He examined his prison closely, and his atten tion was presently attracted by a number of small round holes in the wall, perhaps a foot from the floor. They were drilled in the stone, and were each about an inch in diameter. For what purpose were they intended? Ralph could not imagine But when an hour had passed he learned. A small stream of water began to flow from each of the openings. In a few moments the floor of the dungeon was covered with water to the depth of several inches, and it continued to rise rapidly. Then the truth burst upon the boy. He was doomed to be drowned As this thought flashed through his mind an involuntary cry of horror burst from his lips. What motive could any one have had to commit this awful crime ?

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POOR PADDY. 2 7 To his knowledge Ralph had not an enemy in the world, except, perhaps, Major Buckley and Hector. It did not for a moment occur to him to sus pect either of them of complicity in the plot to abduct him. He had no realization of the baseness of their natures. And could it be that the sweet-faced child whom he had accompanied to the place could have had any knowledge of the fate to which he was to be doomed ? It was difficult for him to believe it, but he was forced to do so. The whole experience seemed lik e a dream to him. Perhap s he would awaken and find himself at home! He tried to make himself believe this, but in vain. His surroundings were all too horribly real; the shadowy, uncertain atmosphere of a dream did not envelop them The water continued to rise steadily. Soon it reached his knees, then bis waist, then his chest. Slowly, but with dreadful certainty, it rose; soon it would reach his neck. The boy gave himself up as lost. A strange calmness seized him. Closing his eyes, he breathed a prayer to heaven-not for himself now, but for the mother whom he dared not hope that he would ever meet again. * After leaving the house on Third Avenue where his interview with the two men Finnegan and Mahon, had occurred, P addy Hogan made the best of his way to No. East ---Street, the address he had heard given Finnegan by the stranger who had brought the summons from "Methuselah." Remembering that Finnegan had been ordered to the place, he kept a close watch for him as he loit e r ed about the premises. In a few minutes he saw him coming in company with Mahon. He immediately dodg e d around the corner and succeeded in escaping the observation of the two men. Half an hour later he saw them leave the saloon. When they were well out of sight he returned, and after a few moments' hesitation boldly en tered the place. There were half a doze n or more men standi ng at the bar, and all turned and stared critically at Paddy. "Sure," muttered the Irishman, "ye're the worst lookin' lot I iver see!" They did not hear him; but perhaps the expression of his face gave evidence of his feelings, for one of the fellows asked : "What d'ye want, Paddy? "Sure," murmured the lad, "they know my name here, too. This is a great counthry !" Aloud he said : "I want a glass o' beer. Sure, what else wud I be wantin' here?" They still continued to glare suspiciously upon him. The place was a noted resort for criminal s ; few others ever entered it. The unexpected appearance of a stranger at once gave rise to suspicion Possibly the seeming Irish emigrant was a detective in disguise. ''Yer want beer, do yet?" said the barkeeper, as he drew a glass of an alleged malt beverage and placed it before our hero. "I do," returned poor Paddy, somewhat uneasy at the close scrutiny of his companions. "Well, ther yer have it. Drink it an' git out. We don't allow no loafin' round here Poor Paddy was in sad perplexity. He had determined, with all an Irishman 's en thusiasm, to save Ralph, and he stuck to the resolution with all an Irishman's pertinacity. But he also had the caution which is a part of the Hibernian make-up, and knew that it would be madness to brave the wrath of the band of desperados by whom he was surrounded. So he slowly drained his beer amidst dead si lence, for the conversation which his entrance had interrupted was not res umed. Then he suddenly asked a question that pro duced a startling effect upon his companions. CHAPTER XVII. "Alone You Cannot Save Him!" "Do anny o' yez know a man by the name o' Methuselah?" he inquired. Several of the men started as if they had been shot, and one of them sprang forward and seized the lad by the throat. "Who are you, anyhow?" he shouted fiercely. "Speak quick, or I'll choke the life out o' you." "Let go der kid's t'roat," g rowled the bar keeper. "W'at's der matt e r wid yer ?" The fellow obeyed, demanding again with an oath: "Who are you ?" "Sure I'm only Padd y Hogan," replied the boy. "I t'ought ye knew my name-ye called me by it." "Der kid's all right," interposed the barkeeper again. "But"-addressing Paddy-"what do yer know about Methuselah, annyhow ?" Paddy set his wits to work to think up a reply that would not compromise him. "Sure," he said, with an expression of inno cent simplicity, "don't ivery wan in this n eigh borhood know him?"

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POOR PADDY. ''.Do you liv e r o und her e?" ''Sure I do-in the nix t strate I was tould o' M ethu.;elah, an' I t'ought I'd like to see him, so I did ." W e ll y ou git, an stay awa y a d v ised the barkeepe r "If t h e old m a n k n e w you d been roun d s p yin' o n him h e' d have yer life. Skip!" P addy wal ke d out w i t hou t ano t h e r w ord. A s a d e t ect iv e h e did not seem t o b e a brilliant success. "Sure h e mutt ered a s h e w a lk e d a way, "I'm no ma t ch a g'in thim clivils I'll g o t o the p e rlice, s o I w ill, a n t ha t's what I ou g h t to have done at fir st But, oh, begorra, I'd like to fin d Ma st h e r R alp h s o I wud. At thi s mom ent hi s attenti on was attr acte d by a little g irl w h o stood upon the s tre et corne r, s o b bing as i f h e r heart wonlrl b r e ak. It was th e gir1 who had enticed Ra l p h i nto t h e house on Ea s t ---Street. The Iris h l a d 's sympathy was at once a rou sed "Sure, w hat's the matther, d a rlin ?" he asked. The c h i l d looked up. This time t h e r e wer e re al tear s in h e r eyes a nd upon her fa c e Sh e was not a c tin g now "Wh at's the m at t h e r ?" r e p e at e d P a dd y "Nothing, r e pli e d the g irl, after a b ri e f p a use, durin g which s h e s tudi e d the s ymp athe tic face o f h e r c ompanion. "Nothin', i s it? Thin, s ure, I wudn t cr y s o much about it. The boy turne d to w a lk away. The n h e paused s uddd nl y a nd ask ed: "Do y ou live in these parts ? Yes, I do," was th e quick respon se. "An do ye ha pp e n to kno w a man that goes by the quare nam e o M e thuselah?" "I do, and I wis h I d i dn 't." "Ye wis h ve d idn't?" "That's v hat I sa id," s o b b e d the g irl. "An' wh y do ye w i s h ye didn 't?" "Because h e's been s o cru e l t o m e tha t I'd al -most a s lie f di e as see him a g ain. Inde e d I b e liev e I w ill di e b e for e I g o b a ck." "Whi st!" interrupted Padd y "Don' t b e tii.lk ing t hat a-way." "I m e an i t I'll g o clown to the riv e r and throw myself in!" ''Y e 'll do n o thin' o the s ort if Paddy. Ho g an can previn t ye. Now, t hi s M ethus elah i s a bad man, isn't he ?" The child s huddered. "So bad that y ou can't have any idea of it." "An' you live with him?" "Yes; h e says he i s my grandfather, but I don t beli e v e him." "An' why don't ye?" "Because I hate him, a nd I know I couldn't if he was r e all y m y g randfat11 er; it wouldn t be natura l. The child was raised to a hi g h pitch of excite ment, or s h e 'rould not have dared s peak thus of the man at whose v e ry name man y of t h e most hard e n e d c riminals in N e w York t r e mbl ed. But the events of th e day had ahno s t d riv e n h e r to des peration. For years sh e had beg g e d and stolen at the bidding of h e r strange and crue l t a s km aster; and, thou g h her nature had reb e ll e d at times, s h e had been forced to submit to the ine vitable. until this da y had h e r whol e nature seem e d to rise in arms again s t the cru e l ty, the bru t ality; to whic h sli.e had been subj ecte d "It wucln't b e natural !-that' s thrue,'' said P a dd y s lowlv. "An' what has he been doin t o y e t e r-da y -b">atin' ye?" "Worsew orse! sobbe d the child ; bu t I ca n t I n ot t e ll y ou." ''I'll n ot a s k ye, t hin,'' s aid Paddy. Bu t I w i s h ye had as g o o d a m asth e r a s the k a n I h ave an am lookin' fer now A n', to t e ll y e the thruth, I b e l ave h e's in the powe r o' this ould b layg u a rd of a g r andfath e r o' yours." The gi rl s t arte d "Who i s h e ? Is h e a y oun g man a boy ?" "Sure he i s ." "His n am e? "It's Ralph E a rl." The c hild u tte r e d an excl am atio n half o f fea r half of jo y "Ra lph E a rl !" "Yes In the name o Hiv e n, te ll me d o y e know annyt'in g about him? Have ye e e n him ? The g irl hesitated. And no wond e r. To s p e ak might be to pronounc e h e r own d oom. To b e tra y the s ecr e t s of the l awless band to which h e r p e r s ecutor b e lon g ed, and in t h e powe r of whi c h Ralph was meant d eath-a fate from whi c h s h e kn e w that, c hild t hou g h s h e was, s he w o uld n ot b e exemp t if her tre ach e r y t o those who had so lon g h e ld h e r in s ubjection were di s c over ed. Bu t h e r hesi ta t ion w a s but for a mom e nt. "Yes," s h e sa id "I do know some th i n g ab out him-I have seen him." "Whe r e i s h e ?-te ll me, quick! s h o uted in wild excite ment. "Hush!" interrupte d the child, pl ac in g h e r finger s to h e r lips, whil e a look o f shre wdness far beyond. her year s appeared upcm and disfigur e d her s weet face. "Hush! He is in great d a n ger." "In clanger ?" "Ye s He was lured to that house--" "Whin ? interrupted Paddy e x cit edly "Who did it?" "To -clay and b y me." "By y ou? Sure, ye're jokin' !" "Do you think I'd joke about thi s ? I took him to the hou s e to see my s ick grandfathe,i:that's what I told him "Ye li e d to him?" inte rposed the Irish l ad, e x cite dlv "N(ethuselah mad e m e But I cli.cln t know that they m eant to kill him."

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POOR PADDY. 19 "'l,o kill him! Oh, wirra wirra an' is he dead now?" "Oh, no-at least I think not. I listened at the door and ov:e rheard their awful plot, and-" But the Iris h lad could wait to hear no more. "Misther Ralph in dang e r o' death! Begorra, thin, if they kill him they may kill me too; but perhaps I can save him." And he started to run back to the saloon But the child seized his arm and clung to it wit h all her strength. ''Wait wait !" she almost sh ri eked "An' what'll I wait fer? Le t go o' me !" "I will not. You cannot save him." "I'll thry to, annyway. Will ye tak\l yer hand s off o' me?" "No. Liste n ; a lon e you cannot save him, but with my help perhaps you can." "But--" "If you do not li sten to me you will sure l y be killed, and he will too; but if you will l et me try to help you, maybe we can r escue him from that dreadful man." "An' ye will help me?" "Yes." ''Why?" asked : Paddy, h alf susp iciou s l y "Because he was so kind to me; because I liked his face." "Sure, he's kind to iv e r ywan; an' who can h e lp likin' him? But come on an' we'll see if we can't get the best o' thim villains an' save m y young ma sther's life." And the strangely met pair started on an ex pedition that proved to be fraught with many perils. CHAPTER XVIII. Too Late? On their way Paddy the girl: "What's yer name?" "I don't know," was the quick reply. "Ye don't know ?" "No. Ther e is a name that they call me by, but I don't believe it's really mine." "And hav e n't ye a mother?" "No." "Nor a father?" "No, I nev e r had either-or, anyway, I can't remember 'em. Methuselah has been father and mother to me both, and pretty poor ones." "He trates ye badly?" "I should say he did "I should t'ink ye'd run away." "I did once, but they caught me and brought me back. 'l'hen once I was taken by a society and sent to a home, but Methuselah kidnapped me and took me away. Oh, he's afraid of no one, but every one is afraid of him "Well, begorra, Paddy Hogan isn't," main tained the Irish lad stoutly "You've never seen him," shuddered the yolmg girl. "Sure, I don't t'ink the sight o' him would throuble me much. An Irishman i s not aisy s cared. Begorra, if he is mane enough to raise a h a nd agi n a child like yqu, I'd lik e to give him a t'rashin' that he'd remember, old man an' all that he i s." But so great was the terror of the chi ld at the terrible old m a n whose cruelty had shadowed and embitte red her you n g life, that she shu dd ere d at these words, excla iming : "Oh, you don't know him!" "No, nor he don't know me." "I shall never dare go back again after what I am going to do to-day; they would kill me." "Ye naden't go back. I know a leddy-bless her kind gladly take ye and, care for ve for the ri s t o' ver loife." "You do?" cried the gir l eagerly "Who is s he?" "J\Iasther Ralph's mother. Don't ye t'ink that if ye save her son's lifr:i she'll do anyt'ing in the world for ye?" "But Methuselah might find me and drag me back-oh, he would, I know h e would!" "Begorra, h e wudn't, thin, if there's anny law in Amerih.7, as I've been tould there is. But where's this you're takin' me to?" "To the pit." "The which?" "A place they call the pit; it's where they've put you r master." ''Oh, murther An' what sort av a place is it?" "It's a deep well. They turn on water and fill it up, and if any one's in it he drowns." Paddy uttered a horrifi ed excl amation. "An' :Masther Rilph's in it?" "Yes." "Oh, the murtherin' villains! Sure, hadn't we better tell the per lice at wanst ?" "No, no-:--there is not time, and they could not do it. Only r can save him, and I must do it at thr risk of my lif e." "Sure, darlin', your life s hall not be sacrificed while Padd y Hogan draws breath. But what are ye stho ppin' h e re for?" For the child had paused at the entrance to a lon g, dark alleyway immediat e ly at the rear of the house on East --street. "This is the back e ntrance to the place," she said. "If we'd gone in the other way we neve r could have got there at all. Come!" Paddy followed her. ; He was a brave lad, as most Irish lads are, b u t he could not suppress a feeling of apprehension at the thought of the dangers into which he was und e niably rushing. He was about to enter the headquart e rs of t h e most desperate band of criminals in New York

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30 POOR PADDY. men who would not hold his life worth a mo ment's purchase if they detected him in his at tempt to rescue their victim. To enter a den of vipers unarmed would h11ve been scarcely dangerous. When they emerged from the alleyway they found themselves in a small, dingy courtyard. "Now comes the hard est part of all," whispered the girl. "An' what's that?" queried Paddy. "To stea l the keys." "The keys ?" "Yes, the keys to the cellar." "An' where are they ?" ''In my grandfather's room." "If he should be there--" "Well, whatever happens," said the child, whose face was deathly pale, "I'll do my best." "Sure, I belave that. But can't I stale the keys?" "No, no: Go down those stairs and wait for me." She pointed to a flight of stone steps that led to the cellar P addy obeyed, and hi s companion stole noise lessly into the house. The time that elapse d before her return seemed to the exci t e d Irish boy an hour, but it was scarcely five minutes. At last she came. With rapid, noiseless steps she descended to the cellar door. "Have you got 'em?" whispered Paddy. "Yes. Just as I left the room with them in my pock et he came in. But he didn't ask any questions, and I hurried out. Now we mustn't lose another moment." As she spoke she unlocked the door, and mo tioned to Paddy to enter the cellar. The boy obeyed. The s ubt e rranean apa rtmen t was dalljp and O.ark, and pervaded by a death-like odor Its size surprised the Irish lad-it evidently extended under several adjoining buildings. "We may be. too lat e," murmured the girl in tremulous accents. "Too lat e !" echoed Paddy, fearfully. "Yes, for it is a long time since they put him there. After a body's been there long enough they open a gate, and it goes down into the river; and when it's found the coroner savs it was a case of 'Accid ental drowning.' "The saints presarve us !" cried the Irish boy, to whom the story of such horrors seenied almost incr edible. "But I don't believe, I won't believe," cried the stra nge child, with new energy, "that it's too late. While I was at the Home the good ladies taught me that there was One above who is always watching over good people, and taking care of them; and if that is true, am sure H e mu s t hav e sent you to me so that I could save the life of your young master." "I b elave ye're right,'' said the Irish boy, devoutly. The girl now paused before a large iron door. "What's this?" asked Paddy. His compa:r;i.ion was now trembling from head to foot. She could scarcely speak. "He's in here!" she whlspered hoarsely, pointin g to the door. She attempted to unlock it, but her strength failed her. Paddy seized the key and inserted it in the lock. The massive door turned heavily on its hinges. A room about forty feet squa.re was reveal ed; in its centre an iron grating. "He's there if he's alive," whispered the girl. "But I don't hear a sound. I'm afraid-yes, it must be that we are too late." At this instant a faint but thrilling cry arose upon the air. "Help!" The voice was.weak and muffled, but it was un mistakably that of Ralph Earl. "It's him, it's him!" almost sh"\ieked the girl. "Pull up the grating-lower the rope ladder quick !" As she uttered the last word! she sank fainting at our h e ro's feet. "Help !" again came from the murky depths below. "I'm here, Masther Ralph!" cried the Irish lad. "Hould on a minute an' I'll save ye !" A mass of rope lay in a confused heap at his feet. A moment's examinatio n showed that it was the rope ladder spoken of by the girl, and that the upper part of it was securely fa stened to two iron rings in the floor. It was but the work of a moment to cast the ladder into the pit. Then Padd y asked : "Have ye got it, M:asther Ralph? Can ye climb up?" A few moments of terrible suspense followed. Ralph did ri.ot immediately reply. Could it b e that his st r ength had become ex hau sted, and that his wou ld -be assassins had ac complished their foul purpose? Thi s was the question that Paddy Hogan asked himself. "M:asther Ralph," cried the Irish boy again, "spake to ni e Can't ye climb the rope ?" 'I'll try,'' came in faint accents from below. "I'm very tired and weak, but it's my last chance." Then ensued another brief period of silence Brief, did we say ? It seemed a lifetime to Paddy. The Irish boy could not see down into the pit, but the movement of the rope ladder showed him that Ralph was ascending. At last a hand was extended in mute appeal.

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PO O R PADDY. 3 1 Paddy seized it, and in another minute had in his arms, he bore it to the farthest corner of dragged Ralph from his living tomb. the room, motioning Paddy to follow him. The boy sank, panting and breathless, to the There, enshrouded by the darkness, they floor. awaited the arrival of their enemies. Paddy bent over him in an agony of suspense. Seemingly detection was almost certain. "Sure, Masther Ralph," he cried, "say ye're The doors were open, the rope ladder was in not kilt intirely !" the pit. Ralph smiled faintly. Both Ralph and Paddy quickly made up their "I'm all right, Paddy." minds that if they regained their liberty they "Are ye sure?" would have to fight for it. "Yes; but it was a close call. In another minScarcely had they gained their place of partial ute I should have had to give up." concealment when two burly fellows entered the "The saints be praised we've saved ye." room. "We?" Paddy recognized them as two of the ruffians "Me an' that bit uv a girl yonder; an', be-he had seen in the barroom. gorra, I dunno but she's 9-ead intirely." "Yes,'' said one of them, "Methuselah has been Ralph looked in the direction in which Paddy here ahead of us. I thought so when I seen the pointed and saw the prostrate body of the child. doorS" open, an' the rope ladder proves it." "Why,'' he exclaimed, "it's the girl who enticed "But it ain't like him ter leave them doors un-me to this place!" locked," objected the other. "Thrue enough," said Paddy, "an' the wan "Oh, the old man's failin'," was the response. who helped .me save ye. Indade, if she hadn't, I "He ain't what he used ter be, Methuselah ain't." cud niver have done what I have." "Better not him hear you say that." "Is that true, Paddy?" ''I\' ell, it's so. Now, then, you go up an' get "Indade, an' it is. But, sure, this is no time the keys, an' I'll wait hei:e." for talkin'; I'll tell ye the whole story as soon as "All right," and the fellow left the place. we're well out o' this, sorr. As soon as ye're able, It was a critical moment for Ralph and his we'll leave this place." companions. Ralph arose slowly. To remain meant certain detection, yet escape "I feel better now," he said, "and we can go. seemed almost impossible. It all seems like a dream; but, as you say, exPaddy solved the difficulty. planations can be better made later. But this Scarcely had the ruffian's footsteps died away poor girl--" in the distance when he sprang forward and dealt "Sure, we can't lave her here." the fellow who remained a crushing blow upon "Of course not, Paddy the right temple. "I've made her a promise, sorr." So sudden was the attack that the man had not "A promise?" time even to utter a cry. ''Yis. It was she that saved yer loife, an' I've He dropped to the floor like a log and lay mo-promised her that yer mother wud care for her tionless. an' give her a home." Then Paddy took the girl from Ralph's arms, "You were right, Paddy," said Ralph, graspsaying: ing his companion's hand "My mother will, in''Don't let us lose a moment, Masther Ralph deed, see that your promise is kept, nor will you If that blayguard comes back an' finds us here be forgotten." it'll be the ind of us." "Sure, Masther Ralph-" And he started at a quick pace for the door, "Hark!" followed by his companion. This exclamation was prompted by the sound The continuation of Paddy's adventures will of footsteps outside the iron door. be found in the companion story to this, entitled, "Sure, we're lost!" gasped Paddy. "Som e o' "PADDY'S TRIUMPH; OR, THE WILD thim murtherin' villains is comin' !" IRISH BOY'S VICTORY," which will be pub Ralph enjoined silence by a gesture. lished in No. 16 of The Up-to Date Boys' LiThen, seizing the inanimate form of the girl brar:v, out week next. THE-END. We are always up-to-date, and the proof of it that Ben Braveheart, who fought with Dewey in Manila Bay, has gone to South Africa to assis t the gallant Boers in maintaining their inde pendence against the encroachments of England H is adventures are detailed in the thrilling mi litary story entitled, "BEN _BRAVEHEART IN THE TRANSVAAL; OR, OOM PAUL'S YOUNG AMERICAN MILITARY SCOUT," which will be published in No. 15 of The Up-to Date Boys' Library, out next Saturday. Price, 5 cents. For sale by all newsdealers.

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ANNOUNCEMENT EXTRAORDINARY. The Dewey Watch Charm and Ladies' Bangle. MADE FROlll THE S'fEEL RECOVERED FROM THE WltECK OF 'l,HE MAINE The steel so recovered has been purchased by the W F. Doll Manufacturing Co., of New York, as witness the following certificate : U.S. NAVY YARD, NEw YORK, Feb 11, 1899. This is to certify that the U S Government, through their representative at the New York Navy Yard, has delivered to the W. F. Doll Manufacturing Company, New York, the stee l recovered from the wreck of the battleship MAINE (about 1,200 pounds), being the ent ire amount of steel saved. We have obtained from the manufacturer8 1,000 of these DEWEY W ATOR EXACT SIZE OF W ATOR CHARM. AND LADIES' BANGLES, which, though they cost us considerably more, we will distribute to the first thousand of our readers who apply for the same, for two of the coupons below and five cents. When sent by mail a 2-cent stamp must be inclosed for postage Only these particular coupons will count for this offer. Two of these coupons, cut from this and succeeding number s of THE UP-TO-DATE BOYS' LIBRARY, and 5 cents entitle the sender to a DEWEY W ATOR CHARM AND LADIES' BANGLE, if called for at the office below. IF SENT BY MAIL, A 2 -0ENT STAMP FOR RE 'l'URN POSTAGE MUST BE INOLOSED. Address COUPON DEPARTMENT, UP-TO-DATE BOYS' LIBRARY, 24 and 26 Vandewater St., New York. ..... IO>. .... .fiHo ... HMO Our second gi:and "Up-to-Date" bicycle contest began with number 11. In this contest we give 20 "Up-to-Date" bicycles fre e and to those, failing to send in a sufficient number of coupons to win a wheel 1 PUNCHING BAG FOR 50 COUPON S. 1 PAI R BOXING GLOVES FOR 50 C O U PO N S. 1 FOOTBALL FOR 50 COU P ONS Any two of the above gifts for 100 coupons or all three for 150 coupons Only Upto-Date bicycle coupons, marke d second series, will count in this contest For description of wheel and co u pon see in side back cover.

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