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Tony Fox, the ferret, or, Boss Bob's boss job
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Wheeler, Edward L. (Edward Lytton) 1854 or 5-1885
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Jopyrlght LSS0-1886, by Bead l e & Entered at Post o m ce, Ne w Y ork, N. Y ., g g secon d c la s s matte r. litar. 15, 1899. No. 3 3 THE ARTHUR W ESTBROOK CO. Cle veland, Ohio Vol. III WBATEVER'WAS Taic: woM.Uits BRR.4.ND, .SHB WALK.ED ON BOSS BOB JUD A MODERATE SIZKD Joa TO KltEP HER TN SIGHT. l


Copyright 18!1()-1886, by Beadle&: Adams. Entered at Post omce. New York, N. Y., as second class matter. Mar. 15, 1899. !No . 33 THE ARTHUR WESTBROOK CO Cleveland, Ohio Vol. II:U


l.'ony Po:s:-;-the Perret. rony Fox, the Ferret; OR, Boss Bob's Boss Job. .BY EDWARD L WHEELER, AUTHOR OF '' DEADWOOD DICK," '' ROSEBUD ROB," "GILT-EDGED DICK." "BONANZA BILL," ETC., ETC. PROLOGUE. !SCENE-The death-bed of a young mother, in a cheerless, poor y-furnisbed room of a tenement house. DRAMATIS PERSON.iE-The pale wreck of a once pretty woman, upon the pillows; a grave-lookmg physician standing near; a middle-aged Frenchwoman standing by the bedside, hold ing in her arms a six-months-old babe. "Felice," spoke the dying mother; then she sun'>: wearily, h e r attempt to raise herself provin2; futile. The Frenchwoman knelt by tbe bedside, and leanerl t-0 h e r. "Yes, ma'm'salle," she said, in an anxious voice. Felice, I am goin"' the other whispered, faintly. "I cannot tcli you all I would like to, but you know all that is n e cessary. You have the direc tions where t J take my child I You will do it, F elice-you will do as I have directed you1', "Yes, ma'm'selle." God ble ss you for those words," the dying wo"'Ila n gaspe d, h a r face lighting up with the joyous gratituue she felt. "I know you will, for you have b ee n true and faithful to me-the onl y true and faithful friend I have for many months. H:ive you seen Frank to-day, Felice?" "Yes, ma'm'se lle. He was hanging about the saloon on the n ext corner, very, very drunk. He did not reco g nize m e as I passed him by." A p!tiued e xpression flitted into the dying woman's fac e ".May God him, as I alroady have," she murmure d. 'I always b e lieved he would have be e n a diff erent man bt for liquor, l<'e lice. Ahl-a-ah! itis coming. The baby, Fe lice!'' The Frenchwom: m h e l d the baby forward, and the po o r mo ther kis58Cl it, pasJionately, o'er and o'er ii6 a in, streaming over her face. Then o. rn.di!l.nt li6ht dawned into her pale, pinched faoe, arnl s 3 e sunk back upon the pil lows, the hst tid3 o f life ebbing peacefully out. The physician came forward .1tnd gazed upon her pity lm;ly, at the same time feeling her puls e whi 'l h thro bbed no more. It is all over," he said. "The strange tena city with whi c 3 s ht> clun6 to life, oonsidering the oomplirot.e'.l. di sease was something remarkable. Do you lnkc charg e of the r emains? The Ftoochwom:rn shook her head. "No, monsieur. I have nomoney-oo friends. will have to take charge." ler.7 well I will see that she bas a clean spot in Woodland," the physician said. "It you are through, you ml.I oe excused." Th e woman nodded; her willingne ss to be ex cused was apparent.' She bundled the child u p in au old shawl and adorned herself with a waterproof c loak and hat, and left the r oom Through a hallway, s h e went, blindly, for it was pitch dark, and down a pair of creaking stairs into a s ort of lower vestibule Here she stop ed. The dim outlines of a man's form blocked her passage, and sometbiug glistening held near her face caused h e r to s lmdder. . "Ii it y ou, Felicel" a lnw, hoarse vo i ce said. Y e s, it's me," the Frenclnvnman replied, evidently r ecogn izing him. "What do you want?" "I want to know about Adel e How is she get ting along ? " She is <.lead, monsi eur." "Ah I then I am free ;" and something like a chuc kle seemed to es ca pe the man. What have you iu your arms, Felice?" "The child-poor thing." "Bah! what are you going to do with it, n ow ? "Take it w h e r e I was directed to." Where was that, Felice!" "None of your business, monsi eur. I was n o t to tell." "Humph! there's no u se of asking y-ou I 1rup pose, then. Drown the brat in tbe Dclaware, Fulice. It were better dead than alive, and inotherless upon the pitiless, uncharitable world. And then I'll make it worth your while." "In whttt way, monsieur?" "In cash-half of what I get for the bodyover a hundred." "The body?" the Frmchwoman gasped in hor ror. Yes. I'm going t o sell the body up-stairs to the stu dents. It is worth something, an' I may as well get something for it as to let the worms disse c t it." F e lice shuddered again. "You are ze great villain, monsieur," she hissed, suddenly c l oser to him, "but I will do as you say. if you will promise me that you will give me the hundred dollars." "I promise that," was the grim reply. "I want the child safe out of the way. D'ye h ear-there must be no half-way busir.ess about i t The Frenchwoman's eyes glittered, and she squeezed the littla innocent in her anns until it s creamed with pain. "I understanJ, monsieur," she replied. The child shall nevf'r live to see you again. The n she pushed past him and des('ende

Ton7 Fox, the Ferret. a sleepin' on ther soft side o' a doorstep fer a hull week o' nights, an' et' s rained nigh ev'ry night, it's gittin' too thin. Wouder ef eny one's stirrin' w'ot's got a nlckel they want ter squander on a shine?" It was severa l hours before daylight one driz zling Centennial morning, and Philadelphia lay in repose-the only r es t it knew heing in the darkest hour before the dawn, that year of '76. The speaker, a rap: ged, d 'rty, rnuc y-looking specimen of the bootblack fraternity, bad risen from a place of emconcement in one of the broad doorways upon South street, and was sw"Veying the moist, dreary alip ect, critically, while he fished a half-smoked cigarette from bis pooket and lit it. "Tbar'll be a Lig run o' biz, ter-day, up around tber Ceutenyal agency," he muttered. Folks w'ot's got a spark o' patriotic enthusi asm in their compersit10n w'u'd rathe r go wi'out their dinner than tread ther memorial aisles wi' muddy feet. Pity every one ain't a pat1iotr feel er. W'ot a bonanza we o' ther purfeshun would have then!" Ceaselessfy, monotonously did the rain drizzle down, and seeing no prospect of its stopping \Jnm ediately the young Bootblack King squatted contentedly upon his upturned box, and puffed away at the end of his cigarette. "Spect how's I ain't a-goin' ter accept sech as these, much l onger," he soliloquized, gazmg up m : d down the dusky street, and the frowning buildings on either side of it. I 8.BJlire ter a fir st-c lass mansion, I do, wi' braEs knocker on ther door, an' a peanner in tber parlor. The r collatteral is w'ot' s lackin', howsmnever, an' w'e n a f eller wants it, he ain't got it. Blame me fer a fool, ef I ever put a foot within the Maloney domvsil ag'in. Coax.In' got me tbar, t.m they got all my filthy lucre corralc d, an' the n the parental Maloney sed, "D'ye be aftber bounciu', ye ownmannerly omadbaun.' An' I l:>ounced, minus my dudads. But, pshaw I there's no us e ter mourn over mice. Ef Boss Bob hain't got n o swag, h e's still got bis repurtasbun, which ain't small. Et's severil months yit, till tber end uv tber Centenyal, an' I'll bet a clam I raise sum sort o' a boom .vit, as will fetch me up er peg in the r world. Wi' w'at p'iut.8 I know, an' tber p 'ints I intend ter know, I ain't goin' ter stop much short o' bein' Mayor, or Chief o' Perlice, you bet on it. H e llo! who's up!" The unmistakable click I click I of ironed boot heels upon the brick pavement announced the fact that some person approaching, and Boss Bob, the King of Bootblacks, peered from his impromptu lodgings, which aroused curiosity. Guess somebody's tuk sick," be muttered, contemplatively, as he discovered a dusky figure coming down the street through the 11;rayisb gloom, an' a doctor's what's wanted.-Humph! et's a woman, too. Tbet luks suspicious, swaller me fer a Jersey clam ef it don't. Reckon some tbin's up." And with this conclusion, he drew carefully back out of sight. The woman was approaching swiftly, her plated heels beating a musical tattoo upon the sidewalk She carried a shawl-wrapped bundle in her Rrms, and her own form was en,.eloped in a waterproof, and her face vailed. She passed the doorway wbm; B09!5 Bob was crouching, and hurried on without discovering him. After she had passed, the Bootblack King gazed after her. I'll bet high there's sometbin' wrong about tba t craft," he mused ; she's got sometbin' wrapped up in tbet shawl, w'at she's took ther cover o' darkne ss ter away 'Spect et's my duty ter m<>g along in tbe rear, and make observations. Ef Nondescript was beer I'd send him an' sta'{ in tber dry. But Nondescript ain't present so reckon I'm elected ter play tag." He slung bis blacking kit to bis back, and leaving the doorway, stole cautiously along after the woman. His feet being bare be was able to follow without awaking a sound audible. to the party be was pursuing. "Tbet's whar nature bents invention all holler,'' be chuckled, as be guzed at his muddy pedal extremities. "Tber chap w 'o t invented boots thought he d done it up brown, an' boots ain't a bad thing in winter, tbet's a fact; but they ain't no good if ye'r' goin' on a reglar Buffalo Bill war-path. 'Sides, they keep tber understandin' fro m devel cpin' ter et's prope r derme n s huns. But tbet f ema le is hcadin' fer ther Delaware. Wonder ef s he's goin' ter book oys ters?" Wt.l!ltever was the woman's errand, she walked on rapidly, and Boss Bob bad a moderatt: sized job to h e r in sight. Presently the street grew d es c ending, and the sullen, muddy waters o1 the River loomed into Yiew. Turning into Delaware avenue, the woman walked southward along tbe wharves, until she came to a pier where a large number of skiffs and row-boats were moore d. Here she paused and glanced around. Boss Bob dodged into a shadow just in time to escape observation, not more than a dozen yards from where she bad paused. "But she's got a infant," b e mused, as be saw her deposit the bundle in the bottom of a boat. "Mebbe she's goin' ter se t it adrift, too Hum I ho! e t won't b e tber furst sech case I've heard on. Bet a shuck eyster tber young kid's bound for Davy Jones's locker, ef I don' t put in er pro test." It was apparent that the woman intended to set the bundle afloat upon the Delaware, in the boat, as the Bootblac k King bad surmised, for she untied it from its fastenings, and with a pike-pole, pushed it swiftly out into the stream. Tbe receding tide caJTied it further and further into the stream, until it was nearly lost from view-the n the woman turned and fled up a narrow street, as if all the :fends incarnatt' were at her heels. Boss Bob watched h e r flight, a rather doubt;. ful expression upon his face. Dunno ef I better give chase, or tber infunt,'' b e muttered. Reckon et'd be P<'St ter git tber kid, an' let ther othe r slid<'. Infunts ain't in my Jin o' biz, but I allow I'd better take er ha.nd in this little game." Unfastening another of tbe boats, be hastily sprung in, and pulled rapidly out into the stream in the direction whence be hall last seen


Tony .Fox t h e Ferret. the drifting boat, but making allowances for the n tuk leg bail fer security. Hevbl' lit in the set of tbe current. mind bow much you'd mourn an' re,Pine over Bqt despite this fact, h e missed his mark, and the r loss o' yer boat, an' not knowrn' \lUt et failed to r;et a glimpse of it through the gloom might fit ye fer a hearse, I jest slid inter anthat hung over the river. uther craft an' guv chase That's how; an' I "Guess I'm stuck, arter all,'' he soliloquized, got both ther boat an' ther infunt, which I'm a little dubiously, as h e r ested o n his oars. goin' t e r adopt myself." "Tbet's tber bang o' infunts, ennyhow. W'en "We ll, well! if this is really so about the ye want 'em ter sing out, so ye can find, they boat business, I guess I'll let you off," the boat;. won't make a bit o' nois e an' w'en ye rlon' t owner said, somewhat mollifi ed. want'em to vocaliZ\l they'll make ther welkin "Let'sseetbechild boy."thepolicemansaid, ring. Ef that parcel in the driftin' boat would approaching the Bootblack King-. I g u ess it only yell out, I'd soon find it. 'Spect I'll hev bad better be sent to the Foundling's Asylum." ter wait till mornin' dawns tho'." "1 gue ss not,'' Dob Tepli ed, mdef\P.ndently. It al?peared to be the bPtter idea, and ship"l'.n goin' t e r 'dopt it myse lf. So y., needn't ping bis oars, he allowed his boat to drift at the trouble yourself will of the waves. And with a saucygrimace h e marched away, He had not long to wait for morning to dawn, carrying the child m his arms. for it soon grew perceptibly light over the It now began to awaken, and yelled and housetops of the great city. kicked lustily, but Bob froze to it with grim deand it grew, until it was fairly termination,"'his dirty face the scene of many daylight, and signs and sounds of activity were doubtful expressions. noticeable on both the J ersey and Pennsylvania It was his first expe rience in handtlng in-shores. fancy, and he was awkward in the extreme. Then Boss Bob aroused from the half doze he Many amused glances were sent at him as he had fallen into, and dipping his oars, glanced marc hed independently through Chestnut street, sharply around him. Some distance down the till he came to Fifth, and then throug h the tho river he spied the truant boat, drifting along roughfare, northward, the infant screaming and with the current, and he brace d struggling at every step. himself. and seizing the oars, sent his own ap-Not a few of Boss Bob's bootblack and gamin propriAted craft flying swiftly in pursuit. a cquaintances were also abroad, and g uyed him, It did not take long to overhaul the unmercifully. make her fast, and then the Bootblack At the first confectionery stand Bob eqnipped took a peep into the bundle, and f<:mnd it to con -himself with five cents worth of hore hound tain a pretty six -months-old baby, e. little girl, candy, and off ered one stick to his yelling evidently, judging by its dainty features. charge, and to his infinite satisfaction it imme-Probably it had b ee n given something to make diately silenced its screams. The chubby hands it sleep, for it breathed regularly, and so leaving bore the candied sweetness to the sweet little it lay, Boss Bob re-enterPd his own boat, and mouth, and there was peac e pulled for the South Rtreet wharves. He was "Candy is trump, anyhow," Bob muttered; not long iii!. approaching the pie r from which he "an' now, I must find some one who wants ter had appropriated his craft, and saw several per-'dopt the kid." !!ODS there, among whom was a He probably ha4 some person in viPw, fer burly policeman. half an hour later found him mounting the steps "Humph! bet 91 clam they reckon I'm goin' leading into a large and noisy calico factory, in ter git lock e d up fer usin' uthe r chaps' property," the northeastern part of the far-reaching Cen Bob muttered. They' ll git fooled tho'. Ef a tennial city. feller can't reskoo infunts, 'thout b ein' 'rested A man stood in the main entrance leaning fer it, I'll

Tony Foz. the Ferret. '"Cause I wanter know," Bob replied, not in the l east abas hed. "Needn't be so sour about it. I twig: your analysis, ter oncet. You're Micke y Mitchell, you are-' Mick ey, the Supe,' fer short. Gue ss ye'd like ter h e v a body c ount you ther owner, wouldn't ye1 But et won't g o down. I know yer, I do, an' I wanter see Miss Flora Bacon!" Il. THE WAIF CHANGES HANDS. THE superintendent of the calico mills boasted of the cognomen of Micha e l Angelo Mitchell1 but to his utter disl!'ust the gamin fraternity or the city d elighted m abbreviating t h e appellation to" Mick ey," because they knew it angered him. And Boss Bob with his mischi e f-loving spirit, was no e x ceptio n to the rule "You canno t see Miss Bacon," Mitchell replied, blw;hi n g angrily. She is busy. So bego n e with you, or I 'll g i v e you the toe of my boot." "Ye will, eh?" the gamin r e t orted, boldl y standinjl: his g r o und. Be t a clam ye dursent raise yer quait agains t a n inne r cent orphan. You don' t own this 'stabli sb m ent, not muc h, an' et's o pe n f e r t be r inspectio n o w is itor s o n Fri d a y, w'ic h to-day be a Friday. So J reckon I'll make a toor o' inspe ction." "You'd b e t te r k ee p out, if Y-\l d o n t want to g e t into tmuble:," the superintendent growled, knowing tha t the b o y had hit the truth and tha t he bad no powe r to hinder him. Whose baby 's that? "Yourn, m ebbe," the Bootblack King r etort e d c oo lly. "Found it floatin' on tbc r D elaware and 'dopted it. G oin' ter turn it over ter Flora B acon.' "Pshaw! sh e'll n o t take i t What d oe s she want wit h othe r peopl e s b r a ts? B etter go chuc k it back in the rive r fo r fi sh-bait. "No dange r anybody'll eve r throw Y*' in," Bob r etorted, "fe r the r fish w'u'd au git si c k at t h eir stummic ks. B e t ye a dollar Mis s Flore 'do pts the b a b e She's s weet's old peaches on m e 'cause I pull e d her beau, Fred R ee d, out of the r i v e r las t winter. W a nter bet!" "No go along with you," Mitch ell growle d, HDd a ccordingly B o b m arched triumphantly into the mill. Ascending the stairs, to the s ei;ond floor, h e entA red the stamping-roo m, a apartment d e voted entirely to the printing of calicoes and occupied chi e fly by girls and w omeB. whose age s ranged from twelve to twe nty-fiv e years The cl anking o f the ponderous mac hin ery and bus y b ustle o f industry made a strange tu mult o f but B oss B o b had been in the mill before and passed along betwee n the presses noddmg familiarly to the girls and grinni n g at their surprise to see him burdened wit h a n infant. H e presently came to a n r e ss that was under the sup ervis ion of a lady of some eighteen years o f age who was different from tbe aver age of the factory girl s, being. modest-appearin!', p retty1 and evidently of a higher station m life, aloeit she was empl oyed in the mill She was of medium hight, and plainl y b u t til!ste fully attired; with a fresh charming complexio n, regular, well-chise led feature s, eyes of dflepest blu e and hall;' of a lig h tis h -b rown cdor, worn in a free graceful flow over h e r sbc u lders. She l ooked up as Boss Bob approac h e d a l oo k of pleasure upon her face, mingld w ith sur .. prise "Why is that you, Bob? Where i n the w orld did you find that baby? Ohl tbe dea r little chub!" and the> next instant she bad sn atched the little waif in h e r embrac e, and c ov ered its face wi t h kisses whereat it crow e d with deli ght. "Ohl that's a horfant, w'ot I've 'dopted," Bob explaine d perching his anatomy on a convenient stoo l whil e a b evy of the gbl s gathered around curio usly "Found e r a-fl oatin' on t be r D ela ware an' c aptured h er, an' 'dopte d h e r G oin' ter make a' black' out o' her,. soon's she gits big e nufl' to shio e'm.'" "No you are not," Flora Bacon cried, hug P.n g and sque e zing the little strang er, warmly. 'Yo u mus t give her to m e B ob-reall y you must. Who are h e r p a r e nts, B ob! "Dunno. Gue ss she ain' t g o t any-le a s tv.-ays 1 d o n t know of any. 'Spec t s h e i;ro wPd, lik e T o psy," t h e Bootbla c k King r e pli e d. "So ye wanter 'dopt h er, e h ? " Oh I y es y es. The old l ady whe r e I b eard is fond of babies and w culd k ee p h e r for me while I a m a t w'Ork, and then I can take care of it afterward." The y oung woman seemed really delighted ove r the idea. Mebb e Fred R e .xi will object ter et Bob sugges ted, grinning, and closin g o n e eye o blique ly, at whi c h the girls tittered and Flora co). ored "I gue ss not," she r e as..

6 :rony Foz, the Ferret . Michael Angelo :Mitchell gazed after them scowllngly. "Curse the independent spirit of that girl," he growled, stroking his pointed goatee, fierce ly. "She knows I aumire her, and would marry her in a minute, were she to r,ivP her consent. But she seems to d etes t me, for some reason, and cuts me direct at every opporrunity. But wait, I am no softy, to be snubbed around by such as she, and she will find by and by that power is a more forcible and effective inl!trument than persuasion." And with this conclusion he turned upon his heel, and r&-entered the calico factory, his face the scene of contending emotions. In the mean time Flora and Boss Bob walked rapidly down Fifth street, onto which they had emerged after leaving the factory behind, the Bootblack King making rather a contrast with his soiled, ragged attire, as compared with trim Flora. 'Spect you an' Mi cke y :Mitchell don't hitch fu'st-class, eh 1" he querioo, observingly. '' 'Peared like as ef youwarn't sweet on 'im, as vm\ be on Freddy Reed." "No, I'm n o t sweei on him," the faeff;Jry maiden replied1 with spirit. I loathe and de spise him. I rear him, constantly, but keep a brave front, for I would not dare to let him know I am afraid of him." "Guess not. He's a bad egg, is Michael Angelic Mitchell. 'Spect I know some p'ints about him, an' there's Nondescript, he's salted away a lot more. A bad egg is Mickey, but his shell will get smashed some day, an' then there'll be a bad odor ter ther aristocratic nostrils o' fashion a ble somety. Bet a clam I'll be on hand, too, whe n Mi c key's bubble bu'sts-me an' Non descript. Any nse o' my accompanyin' you furder, Miss Floret 'Ca'se if there ain't I reckon I'll waltz

Tony Po:s. the Ferret. ., bead. "Ye see there' s a cert'in French milliner in rown, who bes lots o' scrip about her duds, an' goes over ter Urope1 ev'ry monthi au' whe n she comes back her wmders allus b ossom out wi' a hull kit c/ n e w goods; y e t she don't pay no duty. Thet's one pint obsarved by Maloney & Co., perfeshionals. N ext: Thar's a couple o' fellers w'ot hangs a1ound the r milliner's, w'at's sly coons, an' in fac' tba.r's s e VIil leagued tergether, as it war, an' the r milline r she be ther centerpin. Tha t s anuther p'int. The n, tha.r's an' hone s t old down-an'-out <.Juaker, Patrick Mc Fadden, by name w'ot make s it his bizness ter P.lant cadave rs, an' do hearse bizness, an' sich iike. Tbet makes three p'ints. Now how much 'll ye give ter know the r r es t o' the r 'porta.nt secret? Collatteral talks!" "But, my d ear boy1 it is not in my line to purchase information l' Git out! Hain't I shove d my best fut for'd, fer ther las t year, wi'out gittin' a red, by ther city, where other detective s hev grown fat an' portly out o' ther results o' their fees? G ess sol Reckon I've 'stinguisbed my nibs, as well as they, but ken't see whar I've got much ter show fer it. Collatteral is scarcer in my duds than purty mugs in a Centeityal lookin' an' them's solid fa.cks, too. Don't reckolect enny leetle jobs I've off fer you 'city dads,' do ye? Hain t got no memory o' how I saved a little incendiary ixpense, down on South Sixth street; roocued 'Lysses Grant's plug bat out o' tber Delaware; bu'sted up a game ter rob tber Merkentile Bank; spotted Mully Milligan an' Cully M cFadde n at pawnin' jewelry; saved old Prescott frum flnan shul kerla.pse; captured a few p 'int s erboutelexshun frauds an' sich like?-forgot all about them tacks ain't ye1" "iio-no, boy! All of your worthy are known to myself and the council, and when you arrive at a proper you will be remembered with a good appointment. But at present yon are most useful in the sphere you occupy as a bootblack, as you are able to handle matters secretly, that our most expert detectives cannot touch. Be brave, faithful and vigilant, and all in due time )"Our services will receive proper recoroition. I will bid you a pleasant good da,:y.'ll Jest like all ther big 'i:ns-got yer own fashion o' dismissin' a chap," Bob muttered. 'Spect I'll go." . And be l eft the mayor's office for the street. "I feel better, ennyhow," be observed, as he caught a fresh breath of air. "The m higbtoned offices allus ar' as tight as a coffin, as ef they was afraid o' l ettin' ther sme ll o' a flve cent cigar escape 'Spect my prospects fer ther Presidency ar' boomin'." CHAPTER III. --... MADAM FAYETTE'S. UPON one of Philadelphia's fashion&b:le and principal shopping streets stood a large brick store, in a block with several others, the showwindows proc.Ja,iming it to be a millinery establishment, as well as the gold-lettered sign suspended above and across the sidewalk., which bore the inscription: "MADAM FA YE'l.'TE, Fashionable Artiste Milliner." The sign to announce that, in conjunc tion with h e r millin ery establishment, the madam ran a private boarding-house, up-st&!ra, and a f emale barber-shop in the rear of the millin ery store, where male bipeds could 191 a good clean shave at the hands of severa1 be witching French girls for the mod erate sum of fifty cents; but, although the se facts were not heralded to publicity, they w ere known to madam's friends and acquamtan04lll, who chalic e d to be many in numerical count, for the madam was a r eal beauty be1-self, and her bevy of assistants were not far behind On entering you found yourself in a gorgeouio supply store of fashionable ladies' furnishing articles, and a pretty, affable young lady te:.. hind the counter, who rejoiced in the name of C ora Castle, and whose powers of persuasion and conv ersation were not exaggerated, if you were to call her immense As a sales-maiden she Jacked n eithe r cheek" nor assurance, and if she saw tlfat y our face needed the acquaintance of the razor, o r your bead the shears, she was not so bashful as to neglect to mildly remind you of the fac t. On passing through a door opening out of .the millinery store, you came to a very small-sized vestibule, with a counter in ode end of it, behind which presided a darky, in spotless shirt and cuffs. There was no other furniture nor anything to excite suspicion; but if you were famil iar with the "ropes, you could have undoubt edly had dispens e d to you most any style of liquid refreshment, from a mint julep to a cham-pagne cocktail. Leaving the lobby,'' you emerged into a apartment, with frescoed walls ceiling, superb carpets and mattmgs, luxunons arm-chairs, costly pictures, mammoth Frenchplate pierglasses, gorgeous chandelien; and fine statuary-and this was the female barber-shop. A handsome shaving chair stood infrontof each mirror-a dozen all told, and was attended in each instance by a pretty, modestly-attired young French girl. Passing from the barber-shop, through a rear docir, you ascended a pair of stairs to the second floor, where you found yourself i a long, fresc oed ball, with innumerable rooms on e&ch side, each labeled with its peculiar me. Following the hall to the front of the building, we come to a door designated as "Private Parlor\" and take a peep inside. The room proved to oe a marvel of gorgeousness in adornnMl!1t, the ceilings and walls being simply elaboratiO!ls of the freecoer's art, lllld the furniture, of the richest pattern and .finish, consisted of every thing a faStidious taste could demand. Madam Fayette sat at a Steinway grand piano, engaged in playing a difficult, weird piec e of music. She was a petite woman, with a plump, yet graceful figure aud a fair, pleasant face 11et off by a pair of magnetic black eyes, a;f dusky brown hair. She was one of f e w persons wh099 loolzs improve with close l!ICTUtlny; and Fayette, with her years, looked aooroely more than two-&Dd-twent;r, fl() had 1ibe wftber;no-ha.nd of time ,wibhber


8 Tony l'ox, the'Ferret. ne W'al pretty al!"able, well-educated and pollahed; and had that fascinating presence which invariably wins instant respect and admiration. She was now richly attfred, and wore costly jewelry after a modest style, and made a very pretty picture as her jeweled fingers rattled ovei: the ivory piano-keys. At last she seemed to tire of the flow of w eird music, and whirled about on her stool, to discover a man seated comfortabl y in a luxurious lounging-chair, near by, engage d in li ghting a cigar, and the man, Mi c hael Ange lo Mitchell, attired in a dressing-gown and slippers. He had evidently just entered, for he looked up with a nOd, as he finished lighting hls Havana. "Supper was not quite ready," he observed .-"and I took the liberty to intrude. You need not Rtop "But I will, Madam Fayette said, with a smile. I am weary of music and everything else1 nearly. I pine for excitement. What's to he aone to-night?" "I don' t know. Has not Sir Filbert been around to-day?" "No. Neither has Latch nor McFadden. The Albatross is scudding low, ready to he loaded." "Have you received a permit from the Board of Health to bring the coffin into tbe city?" "Yes. That's all that is require d. I have made a1Tang ements with the keeper of Wood!and Cemetery to have the body taken from the boat which wiH run up the Schuykill to the rear side of the cemetery, and conveyed by the rear we.y to my vault. It is doubtless safely locked up in the vault now." Aud the madam chuckled strangely as she finished. "It's a clever plan. How many 'bodies' are there now in the tombr' Mitche ll a sked Sixtaen-total value about forty thousand dollars." "Humph I it's worked all right so far, but we'll have to drop it, directly, or suspicion will be aroused. That you should bring sJXteen of your dead relatives across the Atlantic just because of your whim to have tht>m deposited in your private vault here, does look a little queer, to say the least." And the superintendent of the calico mills laughe d rathe r uneasily. I am afraid we'll get ourselves in trouble yet." "I not," Madam Fayette said thought fully. As you say, we must drop that game ans -it was but a common daily scene, as the terin of the Centennial began to narrow down "Hurry, Nondescript; don't be laggin' a.hind a-castin' Chinerman's eyes at every purty g;tl y e r see,'' crid Boss Bob, as he and his strange companion wended their way along through the crowd. "Gals are all very good i.u their sphere, but bizness an' gals don't run on ther same b oss-car bne Labor is capertal, an' capertal is wittles, au' ther average chap without wittles ain't no chap at all. Ef we want capertal, labor's got ter cum fu'st. So "'Black ye r boot, make em shine, Only costs ye h alf er dime; Make yer qua.its sir, all at rest Will a daub o' Bixby's Best; Cwe yer corns and parding y e r sins, Add a/ luster toye r shins; Open yer y e r purse, So j est a half e r dime disburse. "Shlne e m, mister. Jest let m e tackle them gunboats o' yourn. Make 'em luk lik e a pair o' big reflectors quicker'n a sassenger can bark. An' all it'll cost ye, is half a dime-twentieth part of a dollar." But too intent were the vi sitors, on re.aching the scene of the monster Exposition, to pause; consequent l y neither B oss Bob nor the Nonde script picked up any jobs until they arrivPd in the immediate vicinity of the C entennial in closure, when they had all the work they could attend to. A thin, short, wiry little man, with a jet black mustache and eyes of the same color, but small and bead-like, and hair lon g and straight as an Indian'.', s tood near the entrance to the Board of Finance building, smoking a fragrant cigar, and watching those who eutered the grounds; :md then, he also kept au eye on Boss Bob, who was doing a lively polishing trade, his tongue playing with equal rapidity with his b1ush. No who was his customer, he always managed to drum up a conversation, and find out who the party was. His present patron was a tall, stylishly-attired fellow, with a dainty mustache and effeminate appearance, but not unb.audsome. He wore a suit of gray woolen goods, witb. a shining silk bat upon his head, and also ooasted of quite a display of j ewelry. Try though he did, B o b was unsuccessful in getting up much talk with this party. He per sisted in s il e n ce, and kept his gaz11 roving around him, m a nervous manner. "Needn't talk e f ye don't wanter talk" Boss Bob rattled iSpect ye feel 'way iip an' calculate we o' ther radiatin' perfesbion 'ain't


Tony Fox, the 9 prime, but we doan't keer; We 'blacks' consider oll!"Sel's as fur above ye ordinary soft shelled eyster-eaters as a wharf-rat do above a common mice. fellers rise up in ther world jest like concentrated yeast; al}' then th9r's anuther class w'ot booms along up at er moderit. pace, an' finally gits ter be President, er Chief Dog-Ketcher. Bet a clam you're one o' t h e r former class -sprung up like a musheroon leavin' tailers' bills, an' hash billy-dues unpaid.,\ The fop had received the boy's. harangue with a darkening face, and now jerked his half-polished boot from the box, angrily. You insolent young rascal I" he cried, raising bis heavy wall'.iug-ame, threateningly, "do you know whom you are addressing, sir'l" "No, au' don't care, neither," was the inde pendent reply. "This is a free 'American Hail C-0lumbjy Eagle country, an' chin's as free as sweitzer case. 'Spect you call yerself Sir Filbert Franklyn Frothingham, but I'll bet a clam that's only game-cl'ar froth, ye see, like cums on top o' Jager beer. Ooin' ter let me finish frescoin' yer gunboat?" "No, you saucy young whelp. I'll not pay you a cent or let you touch my boots again. You are entirely too forwar.d for a boy of your age." Dunno 'b0utthat," Bob observed, coolly,as he seated himself complacently upon his upturned box, while another urchin ran up to finish the job. "Guess I'll keep wi'out sp'ilin', ennyhow. As fer ther job, ther loss o' a nickel ain't goin' ter hankrupture me, bossy G-Ot Jots o' tin in my breeches pocket1 w'at I've made this mornin'. Dursen't bet w ich hes got ther biggest pile. 4now'd you J;iedn't ernnff ter buy a penny-grab. Ruther Jose hold on five cents, enny time, then ter J ose ther satisfaction o' takin' a feller's fotergraff. I say, Frothy, how's ther tradeincadav ers'l Know of four dead cats down my way, w'ot kin b e b ought cheap-one Thomas cat, an' two feminines an' a spitz teITier!" Sir Filbert Frothingham uttered a fierce curse and glared at Ross Bob sharply; then abruptly turned and strode away through the dense crowd, follol_'Ved l;ly a mocking laugl\ from Bootblack King, tkid a wry look from theurch111 who had essayed t-0 finish the polishing job where Boss Bob had left off. "Ha! ha! sling a hint at er clam, au' he'll allus close his shell," the king Jauf.hed his face distorted with a grin of delight. Bet a shuck eyster thet sport feels narvous, like. Say, cully, didn't get y e r pay, did yer'l" "No," the boy replied, dolefully. Know'd ye wouldn't. Lots o' ther perfeshion got fool e d on jest sech chaps as him. 'Spect he'll wanter put a lammerkin over my eye, next time we meet." .And with a chuckle the gamin picked up his box and moved off .As he came opposite the little individual with the b lack hair and head-like eyes he paused and stared at him, thoughtfully, and. the little indi vid ual returned the scrutiny wjth interest. 'Spect mebbe you see some green in my eye, eh1" the gamin finally d e manded, "timnting-ly. No I see steel there,'' the little man replied, and that fact causes me to wish to know vou. " Well, I'm open f e r dates-a.llu s read;r ter scrape acquaintance, ef et's e lergible. My cog nomen is Boss Bob, fer short-Bobby B u;rns Beecher Maloney, fer long. What's you r es crutchun1" 'fhe little man smiled "I have. heard of you," he "I am Tony Fox, the Ferret. In the profession I am known as Captain Ferret!" .And the advanced and extended his hand. CHAPTER IV. TONY FOX, OF NEW YORK. "Know'd you was a hull hoss," Boss Bob de. clared, shaking bands with the little man. "Know'd you waren't no Jarsev man, ner a feller o' Bosting cnlchaw. 'Spect-by ther cut o' yer jibboom thet ye bail from the port o' New York!" ".And hit it, exactly,'' FeITet responded, with a nod. "You are quick of perception, I per ceive, which is good. I am in need of just such a yon11g man as yon-want a sort Qf partner, you see. Got a few points about yon from the chief of police here, and came up here to see if I could pick you out." "Reckon thet w6ren't no hard job,'' Bob r e plied. I'm kinder of a landmark, heerabouts, an' some o' ther boys say. !'war tber fu'st chap v.;'ot suggested ther plan o' gittin up this Cen tem1yal. Dunno 'bout thet myself, tho'. 'Spect you're trackin' some game, eh?" Well, yes, and again no. 1 learned !i there were some New York rogues opernti down here, and thought I'd come over and :loo 'em up on account of old scores." "Bully. You'll find 'em tj;li cker'n lice on er yeller dorg. Shine 'em fer y,e!" And, ever with an eye to business, Bob directed an inquisitive glance at the boots of the New York detective. "I don't know but you may,'' he said, putting forward a small foot. generally do my own p-0Jishing, since we're to doubl e up, I'll let out the job to you." Hedn't ye allus better ketch yer chickens afore ye pee l 'em?" Bob quizzed, with a grin. When I uster snare cats on top o' ther roofs fer Schneider, ther sassage-ma.ker, I nev e r made a habit o' puttin' enny depend ence on Thomas till I got him. "Oh!" Ferret l aughed. "Well, I'm pretty sure of yon, because I knowyou'realwaysrf>ady to venture into business that has the promise of a.dventure and reward." "You can bet a bull c u p o' soft-shell clams on that, l ovey-dovey: Ef there's any o' regular Buttler Bill b l ood an' thunder excite ment;, wi' solid 'Mighty dollers,' an' collatteral security ter back it, count me in, every time. Goin ter give me the twig?" "Yes, but not here. Come along into the Centennial, and we'll see the sights; and talk, llS wesM'e m." "what-me g o i ntP r ther great show, i n m y perfes ilional attire!" Boss Bob ejaculated. in surprise. "No, sir-ee S'pose I'd sail i n tba.r in tbPse rough togs? Guess not. When I tread the coITidors u v fame an' his trionic e nl ogerfication, I want ter be rig ged ui:t


/ 10 Tony Fox, the n.othin' short o' a President, or fu'st-class huckster." "Then come along into the park. We'll have a talk, and see the Uentennial later," Fox said. .A.ocordingly he 8.lld Boss Bob moved along toward the southern terminus of the grounds. 'Spect ye see'd thet feller w'at got mad when I was shinin' bis propell ers_?" Bob asked, accer.ting a fragrant cigar from the Ferret's case. 'Y611, I noticed the chap-know h i m, in fact. He is New York Johnny, the burglar, forge r1 kidnapper, and villain at large. He's boardea on the State more times than he's got t eeth." "Know'd he was a thurrerbred," the Bootblack King declared. ".A.llus kin tell a boss _b_y iher kink in his karackte r. S:i h e's N. Y. J-1mny, is he? Humph! thar' s quite a di1ference between thet h nclle an' Sir Filbert Franklyn Frotbin'ham. Guess sol" "Does he under the latter name here in Philadelphia?' "Bet he does! Puts on thet he's an earl or a dook, er sum sech-like; an' Lordyl ya ken'ttech him wi' a ten-foot pole, he's so scrumpshus. I closed him up like a reg'Jar clam, tho', a few while ago. 'Spect he's cogitatin' about me, now, darker'n a teetotal eclipse." The New York detective did not repll., and the two walked down Elm avenue until its intersection with Girard, when they struck off past the Siege of Paris building, toward the children's play-ground, in Fairmount Park. Arrived here, they took seats opposit.e each other on the rustic sett.ees. Now we will comnare notes,'' Fox said, looking around and noting that there were no loungers in their immediat.e vicinity. "There are a few questions I would like you to answer, in as straightforward manner as you can. '1 ".A.11 right. Spill 'em out, an' I'll analyze an' doctor 'em," Bob replied, with a grin. I'm famous at answerin' questions, when thar's solid cash collatteral ahead." "Yes. Money is quit.e an incentive. First I want to know whereabouts this New York Johnny stops?" '"Dunno. 'Spect he stops at Madam Fayett.e's most o' ther time. Seen him come out o' thar times." Where is Madam Fayette'sl'' Down in Eighth street." What kind of a place is itl'' Quedr. Milliner shop in front, fl;lllale bar ber-shop back, an' boardin'-house up-;;tairs. Heerd say it's nobby. Dunno what more." "Humph I All under the management of this Madam Fayette, eh1" "'Spect so. Never was in it." "You must somehow contrive to get in it, and make a thorough reconnoissance. This New York Johnny is suspect.ed o:t; _having stolen a casket of diamonds and other Jewels, recently, from &n English lady in New York, and as no place can be found where they have been dropped, he may have them concealed wherever he litays. Do you thiuk you could somehow meoage 1lo go through the madam's establishment,. "D1111no. 'Speot they don't ent.ertain boot blaclu tboce; but it tlh&e's enny virtue in cheek, I'll make a go of it. Know a gal whOI slings out fineries trom behind ther there, an' mebbe I can git up a boom wi' her." "Try it. I'll give you a hundred dollars if you find the casket." "How big is it'l-big's a beer cask?" "Hardly,'' Fox replied, smiling. "It is 11 small, square box, not much larger than an or. dinary collar box, is made of ebony, and banded with gold Who is the girl you spoko of?" "Ohl she's C ora Castle, now, French milliner, Six months ago she used ter be Sally pavement-scrubber an' supe fer nn up-towr; mansion, but she had pfenty o' tongue an' J0tu o' cheek, an' riz up." ".A.hi p arhaps you can get a look through' -Madam Fayette's establishment, by working things right, then. Here are twenty-five dol Jars. Use it for clothing and whatever you may judge best, and after trying your game, let me know the results." .A.nd the detective handed several notes to the Bootblack King, which he pocketed with satis faction. Got a few p'ints to give you since we're pards,'' Bob said, scratching his head. "Ever hee r of Judge Turnover!'' "What-the mill-owner?" "Yes-that's him." "I've heard much of him. Is rich and mi. serlyl'' "Bet yer eysters on that! Tighter'n ther hug uv a live lobster." "I believe that he used to be different," Fox said. "I've heard that his wife ran away to Europe, years ago, taking her children with her, which soured the judge into a grim, miserly, unrelenting man." Mebbe so. Well, this Turnover he's got a feller superintenclin' his mill, calfed Mickey Mitchell. This Mitchell an' a gang of other chaps are known to the medical profession as the Lifters' League. They go an' dig up bodies out o' cemeteries, an' sell 'em to the doctors who want cadavers ter dissect through an agent they call Patrick McFadden. undertaker an' funeral furnisher. This McFadden keeps th<> 'Morgue,' an' furnishes the bodies physicians, when they want 'em." "Well, well, this is an oldNewYork dodge, I see," the detective said, scratching his head-. "Who are these other parties connected with this m0n Mitchell1" One chap is McFadden, an' another is called Franklyn. He's Frothingham. Then there's another called Beauvard. an' Mitchell'" I kuow the man McFadden, and also Froth ingham, aUas NewYork Johnny/' the Ferret said. "Mitchell and Beauvard, nowever, are not down on my privat.e P.ogues' Register." 'Spect Madam FayE'ltt.e an' BE'auvard mebbe is the same,'' Boss Bob said, with a grin. "I ken ginerally smell er rat, 'specially if it be a furrin rat." Then you believe this French milliner to be in league, and connected wfch this oond of rascals?" Bet I do! Know sev'ril other p'lnts, too, but they'll keep. Tell me w'at I'll do now Foxy. I'll p'int ye as head chief o' ther firm "J


Tony Fc.x. the Ferrt t. 11 1'aloney, Nondescript and Fox, detectives. 'Y"ou'll stand ready to receive the p'ints and ea110s, as fast as I an' Nondescript 511.thers 'em, an' llell 'em fer solid cash collateral. By that way, we C(l.n git up a reg'lar Centenyal boom in bizn0S11, all on our own hook. What d'ye say -we iCa.l'6 up the jobs, an' you take 'em at par!'' Very well. Go to work, and whatever suc cess you may make, I will pay you for." BOiS Bob soon took leave of the detective, :1nd jumping aboard a car, he rode back into the old city, leaving the car at Eighth and Market streets. Seeing nothing of )he Nondescript here (who had preceded him m leaving the Centennial grounds), Bob continued on down Marke t street to Sixth, where he stood for some time inspect ing the outside display of clothing of W anama ker's great establishment. "Dunno whether I want black broadcloth, or sky-blue," he muttered, shoving his hand into his breeches pocket to see that bis $25 still there. "'Spec t ef I was to wear broadcloth, folks'd take me fer Beecher, an' ef I d top ofl' wi' blue, they'd call me 'Lysses Grant, or Phil Sheridan. Guess I'll sail in an' buy out the huU establishment, an' cbooBe aftei:ward." "Hello, sonny. Want to puy von nice suit ofll clodings!'' saluted one of the outside clerks. "Sell em sheep." Oh I you go soak tber Dutch from yer tongue," the King of the Bootblacks replied. Don't 'spect I'm to buy any o' ther dud& that these dummies hes bin wearin, do ye1 Guess not! I'm comin' ter buy ther' establishment out after I dine. I'm Jay Gould, ye should know. Tra-la-lool" And away the gamin strutted, his melodious voice ringing out in his own peculiar business signal: "Blackyer'm shine, Only costs ye half a dime." Working his way baek to Eighth street, betw.'len jobs, he took that thoroughfare and con tinued on in a northerly ooune, pausing occa sionally to inspect the tempting dlSplay of shop windows. He finally came to a large window of a pre tentious brick block, devoted to the di&play of fine and costly laces and rare furnishing goods of the feminine persuasion. Reckon this is Madam Fayette's :place," the youth muttered, surveying the finenes with a Jlod, Allus kin tell a French milliner from er Yank, 'causa she hez a plaster o' Paris bust o' Rochambeau in ther windy. 'Spect Cora Cas tle's in thar. Wonder how she'll take t.E>.r old friends, anyhow1 'Spect she'll deny she eTer know'd me, like enough. That's ther wi' tber gals, Feed 'em on candy, and buy em You de COlogne an' you're all hunky, till yer bank akkount is bu'sted-then luk out fer broom-han C:les, slop-buckets an' scrub-brushes! 'Spect I bett!'r go in an' buzz Maddammorsel Cora,-an' ef she'll do ther hil!ih kink by me." With his blacking-kit alung behind his back be mounted the step, independently, and ente;;l Mae lllillinery-shop. '1'1iei-e were no customers pre80nt, but the pretty, saucy-looking Miss Castle stood behind the counter, her nimbl0, bejeweled fingers engaged in sorting over a batch of laces. She looked up with a faint frown of annoyance at Bob's entrance. but the look turned to one of surprise as the Bootblack Kingapproached the counter and dofl'ed his hat. "Good-mornin'," he said1 assii;ting himself to a seat with the utmoo mdifl'erence. "See'd y o u in beer, an' thort I'd drop in, on account b' old scores. Know me, don't ye!" "No, I do not," the girl replied, proceeding with her work, and not deigning him a second glance. "My acquaintance, in Philadelphia, does not extend among the bootblacks "Ohl et don't eh1 'S:pect y e're a furriner right over from France, am't y e!" Bob said sarcastically. A feller could tell you was a bosseater by ther cut o' yer jib. Spill us out a lit tle genuine Rochambeau, now-fe r instance, amour beaucoup mais argent fait tout. Hal ha! bet a one-legged salt-wate r clam ye ken't tell what et means." The girl looked plIBZlc d. "No, I can not," she said. "It is not good French." Yes it is--reg'lar old prime article, jest sech as all you hoss cannerbals use, every day. Tell ye w'at I'll do-I'll bet you ain't no madammorsell, no more'nl be, or Nondescript. Used ter know a gal by ther name o Sally Toodles, w'ot luked jest like you, 'cept she didn't wear sech togs, ner French jewelry. Sally sbe scrubbed pavements fer a livin', an' I 'spect we'd eventooally hev cum tergether, but she slid ofl', an' I lost track o' her. An' you're Sally Toodles that waz-or I'm a cross-eyed eyster I" It was more of a conclusion than an infer ence, and Miss Castle flushed and colored. "How dare you associate me with any of the vile creatures of the streets!" she cried, with assumed indignation. "I would be greatly re lieved if you would leave the store, you bootblack." "But I won't swaller hints wuth a cent," Boss Bob assured1 coolly. "I never 'cept inver tashions o' that kind, onless ther feller's bigger'JJ I am. No. use o' gittin up on ther pinnercal 01 yer dignitary, Sally, fer ye can't squeeze around ther fact tbet ye aire a T00<1lesi nohow. Castles aire a very fine thing ter shou der, but Toodles wull hang by er person ther longest, 'specially when ther male Toadies boards at Moya, an' ther female Toadies keeps a gin mill. Hal ha!" The taunt caused the girl to color again, and her eyes snap:ped angrily. "You are msolent," she said. "It does not matter who I am, to you." 'Spect not, but then I allus llke ter take fotergraffs," Bob assuredhwith a smile. 'Stan isbin' how sum folks wi climb ther ladder o' fortin'. Never 'spected ter see you riz so high. 'Member ther time I put a lamberkin over a feller's eye, cause he mistook his occerpation by trym' ter kiss you?-an' how I, after drivin' ofl' ther enemy, tried like a reglar Buftler Billiam ter kiss ye, myself, an' got a scrub buckeS crammed down over my head1 'Spect ye gi beer, Sallyf" _ Why will you in tormentiDg mer' the


II Tony Fox the Ferret --------------------.------. .....,_.......--------girl cried. I f you do not l et me alone, I shall have to call the madam."-" Call h er. Tell her thar's a fel ler down beer who's jest fell heir ter a tin', in Calerforny. Mebbe I an' her kin 1.Rlke e r matrimonial trade." You got a fortune!" the girl asked lo u sly. . "On co u rse I have," Bob replied, importantly, adding under his breath, "to get!" "Then that makes a difference," Miss Castle decided. "I do recognize you as Boss Bob, and will acknowledge that I was once Sally Toodles -bu t no longer so, however. What can I do for you, Bob1" CHAPTER V BOSS BOB'S BOLD VENTURE. THE manner of the shop girl was entirely changed, now, and she put on her most winning smiles, which tickled Bob amazingly. "Know'd ye was Sally," he nodded, with a forward hitch of his chair. "Can't fool a perfeshional on sech matters. But my fortune I have yet to get." The girl laughed good-naturedly. She saw she had been beaten, and was not inclined to be ano-ry. <'rwell,)'ll forgive you for fibbing to me," shA said. ".J:Sut-reallr,, you must not give me away. It would spoil all. "Oh! I'll ke e p my conversation-valve close, so long's you do the squarn tiling. I'd jest leave hev a Castle as a Toodles, an' so now, bf ye do what I want o' you, you're solid." "What do you want! the girl asked sus piciously. "Tell ye j 'lst what," the King of Bootblacks said, leaning forward. I want. to see the in side o' every room in ther 'stablishment." "Ohl that is impossible. There is no one at home except myself and the barber madam and the boarders are all off at the Centennial." "That suits me ter a capiterl dot," Bob announced. <; 1 kin gp through ther up-stairs part wi'out molestation "But I could not allow that. You have 110 to enter people's rooms." 'Bet a clam I hev," was the reply. ";fost peep at that, will ye! and turning up-the lapel of hls coat, he exposed a small brass star. It was one he had found, once, but the shop girl mistook it for a detective's badge, and whitened a trifle at sight of it. "You are a detective!" she gasped. '! 'Spect m e bbe I am,'' Bob replied, with as sumed; "leasthow, I want to review the interior. of this 'stablishment, 'thout tiler knowledge uv yer bossee, an' wi'out bevin' ter make anybody trouble So ef ye've got enny objections ter takin' a trip ter ther Central Per lice Court, you'd better give me the keys, and let me reconnoiter." "Oh! I dare not! I dare not!" Cora said in alarm. If madam should find it out, or find you there, I would get my discharge." I'll bet a clam ye won't; ef ye sneak me up, no on e '11 be the wiser; ef I get k etched, I'll Uirow suspishion from your shoulders." "You pcomise i his'I'' "Yes-if r,oa promflle ta be loyal tier me rui' my kuntry,' BOO replied. "'Sides that, when I git out I'll 78 d"') peanuts and oandy till _JC; can't 1' 11t." 'l'b8 girl lo Jked but reached for a blmetl Qf key hl!flG ti IJOn a nail driven in Giil) tbe C:: e counter. "You remain here,." she said, until I come back, and I will see if I can clear the way for yo u." She entered the next room and closed tho door behind her, while Bob inspected the costl.v articles displayed in the great show-cases witt/ a critical eye. 1 Wonder ef a feller has ter buy all sich things fer his wife when he ponsteJtoots one o' ther big bugs1" he muttered. "'Spect he'd hev ter own a big bank account. Cora Castle was not gone long ere she made her reappearance. Here are the keys to the upper rooms," she said, handing them to Boss Bob. "All the sec ond-story rooms are unlocked. You can make the venture if you choose. You'd better not s 'ay long, however, lest Madam Fllyette should 'return and discover you. Pass in through the first room into the barber-shop, and you'll find the stairway." "How 'bout ther gals1 Won't they pitch on ter a feller an' eat 'im up all because he's good. looking!" No. I've e71llained to tbem that y;ou've come to see the madam about hiring out, and will await her return in the kitchen. If you don't say anything to them they'll not be likely to trouble you or say anything to you. You may go now." With a grin of delight Bob took the keys and left the store for the next interior apartment, bent on his venturesome mission. Tipping a wink to the darky waiter behind the bar, he passed into the barber-shop, and in a few miuu tes was in the hall on the upper floor. Here he paused to reconnoiter. 'Spect I better commence in this story and work upward, so that if I get booted out, I'll be tio much nearer the moon. Lucky bit I made in comin-s here, an' wor)rin' on ther feelin'so' Sally Too<:lles. Gals allus is soft." The first room he entered on the right of tile hall proved to be a combined kitchen and pantry, and he spent a few minutes bere in regaling his inner man on choice viands he found at his disposal . The next connecting room was a long, magni ft.)ent dining-hall, set with tables and chairs. Seeing nothing of what he was in quest here, he entered the next dj:Jartment which was noth ing less than a gamblingroom, furnished with' billiard-table, faro-table, keno lay-out and roulette; also a walnut side-board which he rightly concluded was devoted to the storage of wines and liquors, and gaming-tools. "Well, may I be forced ter live on dorg sassage, ef this ain't a reg'lar bossy old place, anyhow," Bob muttered. "Ef et wassent fer pressin' surcumstances, I reckon I'd like ter stop at this h o te l." The next door admitted him to the madam"s private parlor, and he spent some "'time in inspec ting i t fo r t here wer e many fine orna-


Tony Pox, the Perret. 13 tnents e.nd :fixtures that took bis eye. H e failed ro find the casket, how ever, and was about ready to leave the room, when he made two disco-v e ries. The first was that it was near rugbt-for on looking out of the front window, he perceived that a store across the way was being Ht up. He had absorbed more time in his explorations than h e bad any idea of. Following close upon the h ee ls of this discover y came one of a more startling character-some one was approaching the parlor, along the ball-not one person, evidently, for there were f ootsteps af severn l. It at once became plain to Bob that h e was cornered, for the hall door was the only outl e t from the room, and t,o attempt to escape through that meant instant discovery. There was but one h ope fo:him-a high wal :aut bookcase stood crosswise of one corner of the room, and behind it was suffici en t place for a person to hide. It was much too heavy for one person ro lift, but catching hold of the rop, Bob drew himselt up, by the main strength of bi0 arms, and dropped down upon the other side, without creating a .ny noise worth mention. He bad scarcely esconced himself in a com fortable position, when the dQOr opened, and three persons entered the room. Two of them were men, be concluded, by their heavier footfalls, and the smell of cigar smoke. The other Bob rightly concluded was Madam Farette. Shute me f e r a cross-eyed clam ef that don't smell better'n Jockey Club! Wonder ef I ain't got a stub about my duds, so I can keep 'em company. Ahl here's half o' a reg'lar genewine Havanner, w'ot cost me three cents, up 'at ther Centenyal. Dunno w'ether ther two breeds o' smoke '11 mix or not -don't care, n e ither. All I want 's ter beer them folks converse, an' spill out their secrets inter my ocular bopper. Bet I kin store away more p'ints in less time than any coon in Phila d el by." 'T:::d, regardless of the consequences that might follow, the B ootblack King lit his balf smoked cigar and puffed away comfortably his eyes closed as he l eaned against the wall, but his ears were wide open to catch any points that migl.Jt be opened by the three occupants of the parlor. It was some time before anything was said, and then Madron Fayette spoke. We are ready to hear your report now, Sir Franklyn. You said you had something of importance to commurucate to us." "So 1 have," was the reply. "If we do not lay low, there is a prospect of. trouble. You have heard of the young bootblack devil they call B oss Bob, maybe!" Yes, I have! a third voice repliro, hoarse ly, whic h Boss Bob at once set down as belong ing to no person other than Michael Angelo Mitch e ll, the mill superintendent. He is a little too cute for a lad of his age." And as sharo as a Rteel needle,'' Sir Franklyn arnrred. "Wf'll. lrn attempted to blacken my boots tc>-rlay. hut thrr.u g h hi s insolen<'EI I left t110 j o b for .ioother 11rcbin to cd rog uef:!leS. l'll hP old dorir rheap." be"<1n, Iii hJ eatb. "Tbey talk about


deaih M flt et wa1111 '1l :no woc90 tier kill er person t'han tier eat er pie." "I had as lief draw that conclusion, as not," Sir Franklyn said. "I'll bet your child is not drowned, or any thinl!;, of the kind," Mitchell said. B06S Bob founa a babe in the Delaware, a few mornings ago, and placed it in charge of one of my factory girls.i. whom I have mentioned here, before, as Flora J:Sacon." "Curses on the luck!" Frothingham growled. "There's another case of that deviliso boot b lack's meddling. He must be silenced; or, better put out of the way." "ril see, myself, that be is attended to," Madam Fayette said, fiercely. "But let the babe alone, Sir Franklyn, for it is in good hands, and will never be likely to bother you. Flora Bacon is also my daughter I" The two men uttered an exclamation of as tonishment. "This is incredible," Mitchell exclaimed. I had three children, and tvl'.o of the m were girls. I placed them in the Almshouse, and they were afterward adopted by the two families whose names they bear-Lawton and Ba con.,, "What became of the boyj" "I gave him to the captain of a whaling ves sel; and he is doubtless a sailor before the mast." Then, perhaps you can induce Flora .Bacon to become my wife !" Mitchell said. Perhaps was the decided reply, I have nothrp.g to ao with h er." Then, you at ought to tell me who her father was!" '' If it will b e n e fit you any to know, he is the miserly old nabob, to whom you look for your spare cash-Judge Turnover." Boss Bob, behind his bookcase coccea.lment bit his fingers to keep from whistling his surprise ... May I never shine ernuther boot, e f this ain't a reg'lar Alexander Dumas of er drammer,'' he muttered, his eyes glistening with ex citement. "Wonder what Miss Flora. will say when I unload my diski veries fer ber ter cogitate -0n. Thet madam is ther wife o' Turnover w'ot Foxy sad wentter Uropel an' left her hushan

l'ny Fox, the Fel'l'et. tmre," the madam said, "for I can smell the smoke, stronger, now." The next minute their united efforts succeeded in pulling the bookcase to one side, and Boss Bob was revealed. A curse escaped th!i villainous trio, as they discovered him. "It's the cussed bootblack,'' Mitchell cried, with a start. "Bet yer boots it is, Mickey!" Bob returned1 unconcernedly. "You've got e r memory ter ye like er hawk1 I see Didn't spect ther honer uv this visit..,did ye!" The three plotters interchanged glances, in which there was a mingling of dark expres sions. "See hei;.e;. y o u boy, I'm going to have you arrested!" Mitchell cried sternly. What fur1 What've I bin doin''I" Boss Bob queried, the picture of innocence. I'll show you what you've been doing, you young Arab. I'll learn you to sneak into peo ple's houses and play eavesdropper, I will. " Don't need no Jer.rnin' on thet score, Mickey," was the calm r etort. I've gra.dywated, an' got th9t all down fine." Mitchell uttered an oath, and turnm tolllladam Fayette, who was white with rage. "\.;;iat shall we do with him, madam?" "There seems but one thing to do," was the significant reply. "He bas overheard so much that it will n o t do to let him e&cape, you know." "Of course not. Y e t we hardly dare u se vio len ce!" "Better kill me, and sell my cadaver ter old McFadden!" Bob chuckled with a grin. "'Spect ef the r physickans wer' ter cut me up, there'd be a heap more o' perfeshional science than there is now." "You keep still, o r you'll die sooner than you want to," Sir Frothingham threatened, peering ove r the shoulders of his companions in crime. Hello I shute me f e r a cross-eyed clam ef thar ain't New York Joi:mnyl I say, Frothy, thet was a big bootin' ye give me up a't ther Ex posish 1 wanter try et over again?" And then the irrepressible Bootblack King burst into a fit of merry laughter that convulsed his whole person, and caused Sir Franklyn to get red in the face. "Get up out o f that corner, .boy," Mitchell cried threateningly. I'll attend to your case. D'r.e hear?" 'No. !'m's deef as er baked lobster," Bob re torted. What d'ye propose to do, Mickey Angel--0h!'' l'm going to cut your tongue out, so you can't peach on us!" the growled, a large, keen-edged clasp-knife from his binet. l ol no! better kill him outright than do so tierribl e a thing that!" Madam Fayette inter shuddering. Y o.u jest l e t Mickey alone, will rer, old lace llmuggler'!'' the llootblack cried. Mickey An srel--0b knows what h e's about. H e's tryin' ter oo a good 11urn fro-tber 'city dads,' so they'll furnieb him a free collar-one o' Sheriff' El'liott's patt.ernl" "What do you mean'!'' Mitehell demanded. with a start. "You needn' t try to play game, for your presence here is unknown, and nobody would tbmk of looking here to find you. "Bet a clam on that? 'Spect mebbe ye'd see Foxy frum N. Y., around heer1 purty lively, ef I don't Foxy, h e's got tber peddi gree o' this 'stablisbment, too, an' h e' s arter New York JonRtban, there, like a ferret." "Bahl you are lying. The New York' det;ec. tive does not know you are h ere." Well, ef ye think h e don't, jest massacree me, forninst, an' see how soon ye'll git an mvite down ter see bis Honor," Bob r e plied, with audacious e ffrontery. He was apparently as much at ease facing bis three scowling enemies, as though he had been out upon the street singing bis old familiar song. Bet a clam you'd better let me slide," be con tinued. "I'm a bad rooster to fight when I've got my spurs sharp, an' I r ecko n I've got a full hand o' p'ints against YOlL 'Spect r hold the trump, Mickey Angel--0b 1" And that fact makes it the more important that you should be silenced .. ._" the madam interposed. "Swear by the .nible that you will never betray us, in any way o r mauner, and we will give you yo;ir and a hundred dollars. R efuse and we will lock you up in a room, and J e t you stay there until you starve 1 What doyou say1" "I say, go to blazes! I'll take tber room rutber than ter compromise my h onor." "Then you shall have it!" Mitchell cried. savagely. '' One life is of no account, co mpared. with three." Tbe next illstant he leaped forward and threw himself upon the Bootblack King, and the two bad a lively rough-and-tumble s c uffle upon the floor. The superintendent was much the Jarg1o:r and stronger of the two, and soon gained the mas tery, and b eld.Jloss Bob pinned to the floor, but not until he bad r eceived several vigorous digs in the face, and a punch on the nose that drew the blood. "Curse you!" he gasped. "I can handle a doz e n like you. Briny, a rope, madam, and bind his bands and f eet. This was quickly done, and Bob found him self a prisoner, indeed. Mitchell then arose, and wiped the blood from bis face "Oh, yer beauty's sp'iled, entirely," the boot black chuckled, apparentlf not the least dis comfited at bis position. You wouldn't even do fer tber model bv a penny chromo. Ef ye'd only 'a' let me got in a few more paralyzers, I'd hev made ye a curiosity fer a circus sideshow." The mill superintendent did not reply, but, together with the madam, withdrew to another part of the room and engaged in a low NDversation. What they said, Boss Bob knew not, but be concluded that they were discussing some plan for bis summary disposal. Sir Frothingham remained. near tibe yoong prisooer a.s if to preventi any possibility of bis escape. -"Well, Johnny; how's lmf" Bob aslfecl.


Tony Fox, the Ferret. Snatched enny cadavers lately? By the wayci Johnny, that was an orful whopp.r you tole about bootin' me, up at ther CentAnyal. Bet a cross-eyed clam ye aiu 't got grit enufl' ter spit terbo.cker-juice in a chicken's eye 1 usto ter know sech a chap like you, an' he hedn't no more game erbout him then er trained flea h ez. Guess you're cut off ther same pattern. What they whisperin' about, Frothy? Tell me, an' I'll present ye wi' a penny chromo next time ther ghost walks." Frothingham gritted his teeth, and turned his bac k on the young irrepressible, to hide his :rage, but vouchsafed no reply. "Good! bully fer you," Bob tormented. "I kn owed ye was afeard ter compare yer ugly phiz wi' ther countenance of a good-looking face. Never see a peacock w'ot bed lost his tail-feath ers, who wazzeut ashamed, y et. Don't mourn, Johnny, I'll console ye ther best I know how, even ef ye did boot me up ter ther Centenyal." And ofl' into another flt of laughter the bootblack went. Mitchell and the madam concluded their consultation, abruptly, and came forward. I'll fix you, mY' young cocksparrow, ' the superintendent announced, taking his hat, and leaving the room. "Hello! what's Mickey Angel up ter now?" demanded Bob, turning to the madam! Goin' ter git tne a senulker fix:ed?" He is for chloroform, with which to drug you,' was the reply, "and then we'll drown you or-hide you wbere you'll never be found." '' Bet I get l oose-now I" '8.lld the youth winked knowingly. "Jest thort o' sutbin'. Go ahead Wi' yer Fourtho' July circus. We'll see who'll win." The madam looked puzzled, but did not reply. She and Sir Frothingham retired to the piano, and Boss Bob was left to himself "Wonder where Nondescript isl" he muttered. "Ef he was ter git aboard ther trail. we'd hev a reg'lar blud-an'-thunder time. 'Spe c t I'm ticketed an' checked for Jerusalem, onless there's a Micawber turn-up, d'rectly. Wish I had a nove l ter read, ter split ther suspense, but good solid literatoor seam's scarcer around heer than chan ces o' escape Ah I footsteps-a reg'lar Hamlet tread, too 'Spect that'sMicke_y Angelo returnin' wi' the r chloryforum. Now fer a r

Tony Fox, the l"erret. tn, the carriage flew along up North Eighth street, u utill it came to Girard aveDUe when it was turned s uddenly into that thoroughfare and driven furiously on westward. An occasional policeman would step from his covert, und regard tbe flying turnout, but wisely refrained, in each instance, from attempting to stop it. Perched u pon the trunk-rest in the rear of tl:fe vebicle the N ondescript sat with a resolute e.-.cpression on bis homely face and a flash to his eyes w hi c b betrayed that be enjoved the exciting ride, wbile at the same time going to tbe r escue; for he had seen Boss Bob enter the millinery establi shment, and had lounge d in the vicinity thereafter until he beheld the form car ried out and placed in the cab. On, on, through Gir.ard avenue dashe d the horses and the vehicle-Broad street, with its northern and southern miles of street lamps .flitted by, as did (;be Girard college, and soon the cab dllshed out upon the beautifully illum .lned Girnrd avenue bridge. But the flight was destined to be checked. One the overtasked horses stumbled and pitched forward, and foiling to regam its equilibrium. went crashing h ead -foremost down upon the hard Belgian blocking of the bridge. CHAPTER VU. 'l'HE FERRET'S WORK-BOSS BOB AS A FRESCO ARTIST. AT the same time two men, one of wbom was e. :p,oliceman, hurried up. 'Hello, h ere!" he cried, addressing the darky coachman, who was just picking himself up out of the dust, where he bad been pitched by the fall of the horse. Why is this carriage out at this time of morning1 What are you doing with o horse down?'' "Fo' suab he fell, an' nearly broke dis yar nigger's neck," the coachman apologized, brush in?, off his clothes, and loctking frightened. But, what is this cai-riage racing so for at this time of night1" the officer demanded, suspi ciously. "Dunno, sah. 'Spect I'm driver, an' de madam sho told me to drive w'ar .she d'rected." "Who is the madam!" "Madam Fayette. sah. "Who e l se i s in the carriage!" "Marse Mitchell an' Sir Fra.nklyn, sah." Humph I do you know these partiesr the officer demanded, addressing his companion, a little, nobbily-attired individual, with black hair, eyes and mustache. have beard of them," was the significant reply. It is safe fo venture 1!1iat they are not out for any particular good." No stir was made by the inmates of the cab. They were evidently awaiting dev elo pments. Th(> fallen conch horse bad regained its feet, and shaken tbe dust from its glossy hide. The dark:v finished brushing himself, and gave a wistful glance toward the seat, as if he were eaffer to be off. Hold on," the officer said, coolly. "Don't be in no hurry to .Q.-part, until I ain satisfied that e.ll is right. Who is in this establishme::it besides the parties you have mentioned I" "Ne one, sah I" "Are youirureJ" "Dun suah certain, sahl'' Don't ye believe him a voice said, and th@ Nondescript came around from tbe rear end of_ the cab. "They've got my pard, Boss Bob, in the re. an' I 'spect they're either a-goin' ter hide or kill him. I see'd 'em put bis bOdy In there." The little man started forward. "Wbat1 Boss Bob, the be interrogated, eagerly. Tbe Nondescript nodded. "Then we must know the reason o! this," the little chap said .... who was none otbf'!' than Fox, the New York .t<'erret. "Open th"I door, officer nnd let's s ift this matter, for theni's dark work at the bottom of it." without hesitation tbe obeyed, by stepping forward and throwing open the cab door. "Hello, here!" he criedJ.. peel'ing in. "Have y o u got a lad here call e d !:SOS& Bob!" "We have," Mitchell replie.d. "What of it!" "Much of it-so much that I want to know what yon are doing with him," the officer rephed, sternly, and seizing The heels of the drugged boy, b e pulled bim 011t of the wagon. "You have placed yourself in SU>:{licious circumstances, and it is my duty the matter." "Pshaw! You are having your trouble for your pains," Mitchell averred, "for we are all too well known to be I am the su perintendent of the Turnover Calico Mills I" It don't make anf difference-not ef you were old Stokely hirudelf," was the blunt reply. "You've had an inseusible boy in your carriage, and I'd be pleased u. have you inform me wl:iat you are going to do With him?" "We are 1'

18 'I"ony l'os, the l'enet. b. The better p lan is to take him home and l et him recover from the effects of the drug .at ili1 leisure." "I do not know ihat he has a home," Fox confessed. Do you know where he lives, boy1" turning to the Nondescript. "Guess he hain't got any," the lad replie his first ex:ciamation, on gazing at surroundings. "Hello! you beer, Well, that settles it-I'm still tliis side o' Jordan, right side up wi' care. Did n't know but mebbe I'd wake up an' beer the angels playin' on the golden harp an' banjo1 or else I'd playin' seven-up wi' old Neptune; out seems l didn't make a go of it. What's the rip, 'Script? Whose gay, palatif\l domersile ar' we occerpyin', now?' "We are at the Trans," the strange boy re-_ plied brielly. "Oh, we aire. Well, we're in tune, then. Fu'st time I ever salubriated in sech q_uarters. But, how'd we git boor, 'Script? Last I reckol lect, Mickey Angel Mitchell was stuffin' me wi' perfume o' chlora, or sum uther form." The Nondescript related what had occurred, and Boss Bob listened, 'attentively. "Well, ef et ain't a reg'lar three-act dramy, I don't never swaller anuther clam-that's all. An' thet Foxy is a hoss-prowidin' he settles my hotel bill.'' When Fox came in in the morning, Bob was thoroughly himself again, and related his ad venture and what he had learned, all of which the New Yorker heard with a satisfied expres sion of countenance, and jotted down. "They ar:e a -precious pair of rogues," he said; and I shall give them my personal attention. Yoo did not find the jewels?" "l{Q. I did not git thru' the 'stablisbment afore I was nabbed. 'Spect m ebbe ther j ewelry was furder up." P erhaps. I'll keep the Fayette p lace nnder sur veillance, .at any rate. Your own course of action you can choose for yonrself. If you find any points, I'll take them off your hands for cash. How much do you want for what you have told me about the smuggling, and the grave robbing biz!" "Nary a red. 'Spect I've got a 2-X an' a V fer that," Bob replied. "Ef I find out any more p'ints, ye'll beer from us ag'in. Goin' ter take-in the body-snatchin' matinee up at Fern wood!" N 6 I'll let this thing lag a little, too, and things will eventually work around, so that they will resnme business, and they can then be caught in the act." Bob nodded, and he and the Nondescript directly took their l eave That afternoon, Michael Ang1>lo Mitchell was sitting on the veranda that the en trance to the calico mills, engaged in reading and smokin_g. It was a custom of his to thus lounge at his ease, and sun himself, while he glanced over the drdly markets, encouraged the cigar trade by evaporating innumerable cigars, and topping off by inspecting every person that chanced to pass along the street. Sometimes too, he would fall into a sound repose for an hour or two, while basking in the sunlight, and this afternoon was no exception to tbe rule, for, afoor d!gesting the contents of several papers, he droppedofi' into_ a doze, with his hat slouched over his eyes. He had not been asleep for more than ten minutes, when Boss Bob and the Nondescript came along and spied him. A grin of delight came npon the face of the Bootblack King, as he saw his enemy of the pre vious night, and he nudged the owl faced boy vi?,orously. 'D'ye see Mickey Angel-oh I a-sittin' there on the platform, 'Script?' The Nondescript nodded. Well, I'm goin' ter come a game on his nibs," Bob said, with a nod. "Bet a clam I'll make him luk like a sarcus clown afore I git thr'u' wi' him. Now you jest listen1 an' I'll let ye inter ther secret. D'ye see these!' And he a sponge and a half-filled bottle of liquid from his ragged coat-pocket. "Well, ye see, this is what Mickey Angel-oh perfumed me with last night, an' when you an' Foxy cum ter the;:rescue, he probably stuffed it inter my pocket out o' sight. Leastways, I found et thar. Now, since old Mickey slumbers so placidly, I'm goin' ter make him sleep er little placider, jest fer fun. Jest ye stay heer1 now, an' tell me when any one is comin', an I'll make Mickey Angel-oh I so purty he won't know hisself-all because he give me a lift last night." The big eyes of the Nondescript sparkled with delight as he nodded his assent, for he was as fond of practical joking as his eccentric com panion. Tbe street on which the calico mills were l o cabed W'8ill buut up with big factory b u ildings,


Toa7 l"oz, tlae Ferret. / Qsed for various manufact.orles, and chanced to be deserted of pedestrians at that hour. With a glance around him, Bob dlll!hed some chloroform upon the sponge and mounting the &reps lio the platform where Mitchell was tipped back in his chair, sound asleep, he applied the sponge t.o the unsuspecting victim's nose. It took but a couple of moments t.o accom plish the object, and Bob believed he had drug ged the superintendent so that he--would be powerless for an hour or so. Taking anothe r glance at his surroundings to make sure he was not observed, he next drew a rusty but k een-edge d pair of scissors from his pocket, and deliberately proceeded to sheo.r off what hirsute vegetated upon Mitchell's face, finally accomplishing the job with a satis fied chuckle1 and receiving as his reward a grin of approbation from the N o ndeseripl. Upon the conclusion of this performance, the young gamin dodged int.o the mill, and was gone several mi1:mtea, finally returning with a box containing several bottles of fancy-colored inks, such as were used in printing calicoes. Armed with a penciling brush, Boss Bob rap idly decorated the countenance of the uncon scious superintendent with the bright dyes, until his facelooked a cross b etween that of a circus clown and a full-blooded Sioux on the war-p&th. Bright (;Timson spots orna.mented the cheeks; the nose had the deep bloom of a blood-red peony; the moutu was made .to l oo k RS if stretcbed from ear to ear by the application of lip-colored dyes; the ears were green, the chin black, the f orehead a variety of gray by the time the Bootblack King had. finished, the countenance of Micha e l Angelo Mitchell was a brilliant specimen of the fres coer's art. The n it was that Boss Bob st.ood off a pace and r0f.arded it with hugest satisfaction. 'Hain't he a rer'lar old up an' down Centen yal beauty, tho'P he laughed, addressing the Nondescript. "Better nor a valentine cir a f1orty-.cles one cou1 imagine I CHAPTER VIII. NEWS FOR JUDGE TURNOVJ:R. Buss BoB and the Nondescript wou1d not have been boys, if they did not hugely enjoy this sport, and they indulged in subdued roars of laughter from their place of concealment. The young street urchins finally tired of their fup, an::I marched away, and Mitc h e ll was not further molested until the six o c l ock whistle blew, when a flock of girls came swarming from the mill and discovered the n obby superintendent, jus t as he had struggled to his feet, recov ered from the effects of the chloroform. "Ohl my-look nt the clown!" cried one. "Girls, look I It's the super," added another. "He llo I Humpty-Dumpty-sat-Qn-the well I" a third vouchsafed, giving Mitchell a punch. in the ribs. What menagerie did you come from? "Faith, sure, it's Barnum1 so it is," a raw-boned Iris':l girl declerea. "Bedad,, didn J; he dhrive mu1es for me Uncle Terrance 0'. Shaughnessy?" "Girls, what can this mean?" Flora :Bacoi. cried, coming forward. "Don't you see-it's the superindendent, Mr. Mitchell! "What's the matter?" the superintendent roared, to claw the quid s of tobacco away, which stuck to diff e r ent parts of his countenance. "Who's been peppering me with. stale quids of tobacco? Curse you, what are you all grinning and tittering at? I see nothing so v ery funny to laugh at?" "Bridget, briy.g the mirro r from the ofll.ce," Flora ordered as she iaughed, >and let the su-perintendent look a:t himself." The Irish girl obeyed, and Mitchell gazed at the reflection of his decorated face, horror&truck with ast.onishment, a frightful oath final ly escaping his lips. Were you trying to imP.& .. ,}, the bloom of youth to your cheek, Mr. Mit.cLell, or are you practicing at scene Flora asked. "Ten thousand devils! the superintendeDtl roared. "I have been the victim of an accursed


so Tony Fos, the Ferret. plot. \\ho did this 1 Show me the person, quick! D i d any o f you girl s d o it, curses o n y ou r "No the girls did n o t do it!" Flora Bacon crie d "We have all been i n the mill: I t has been som e outs i de p artie s, who, s eeing y o u sl eeping h e r e as y o u u s u ally do, have taken ad v a ntege oE the fac t and 'pla y e d a j o k e on you." "It's a curse d t hin j o k e !" Mitc h ell growle d, "and I must b e thick-heade d to sl ee p s o soun d l y C all a p o lic e m an, s o m e of y o u and I'll h a v e a sea r c h made I t 'll b e a d ea r job, o r I a m an infernal liar." 'he n y o u didn't really do it yourself, eh?" Flora aske d, tanta lizin g ly. "Of c ourse not, you fool,'' was the savage and ungallant r etort. "Do you suppose I'd daub my face up in t h is manner, and shave off my beard, just for the sake of m asquerading 1 I have bee n insulted-outraged, and I'll kill the man who did it, if I get my hands on him 11 D y e z h ear the likes of 'im, girruls?" ex claimed Bridge t McAfee wit h a grin. Go 'long wid y e z, M isther Mitch e ll. It was thryin' to make a curiosity aff yourse l', ye waz, shurlJ, for Barnum's Moos eum, an' I kno w it, b edad." And then the girls trooped off down the street, leaving the unfortunate SUJlerintendent of the calico mills to get o u t o f his scrape as best he could. Having now laughed t h emselves hoarse, Boss Bob and the Nondescript c o n c luded to get o u t o f the neighborhood, which they did by c r oss in g through the lumber-yard to the adjoining street T he P h iladelphia Star on the foll owing morn in!f had an item, as follow s : A w e ll known super inte ndent or a city cn.Iic o fac ory1 whil e taking a snooze y es t e rday afternoon, was pamted up in a most artistic manner by s o me u n known Ilractica l joker, and the worst of t h e j oke is that the dyes used obstinately refuse to yi e l d to the persuasio n o f soa p a nd water 'Sn oozers take warning.,, Randol p h Turnover, the m i ser-million aire, lived in a handsome stone mansion in an part of W es t Philadelphia, alone and uncared for, witli the exception of a staid, r eliable old Eng lish man-servant, who had been in his employ for twenty years. T he judge was a r ecluse from society, and quite unpopular, from the fact that he was not s oc iable to any one except those with whom busin e ss relations brought him in contact. Only a v ery few had ever boasted of an invi tation to his home, but they spoke in flattering terms of its magnifi cent and liberal adornments. In regard to -,yealth, the j udge was said to have no end to it, owning besid e s his extens ive mills, other real estate, many share s in a stree t railway, and mining stocks. No one knew just what he was worth, b u t the wise ones c o nsidered it safe e n o u g h to c lass him a Although called a mise r becau se he was clo se and shrewd in b usiJiess matters, he was regardoo. as scrupulously h onest never hawing been known to take a penny that was no'le, ain't ye'?-tho straight bony-fried articie?" Bob asked, after a moment. "I am Judge Turnover, sir. What of it?'' "Oh! I wanted ter be sure," was the inne pendent r eply. "Allus b e sure o yer p'int afot.9 ye sho w y e r hand is w 'o t Milt Nobles gits off in the 'Pbrenix,' an' e t ain't a bad idea. Own a shee r in the r --line stree t keers, don't ye, an' a c a lik e r factory? "Undoubtedly, sir. "Tho'tso. :j'Iad y e r status jotted down in m y skull-b o x, but was sent sure. Got a f -.ile r in y e r employ named Mic k e y Mitc h e ll?" Mi chae l Ange l o Mitc h ell is t he superintend ent of my factory." "Know'd it. We call 'im Mick e y, or Mick e y fe r short.. Sweet-scented J une bug,


Tony Fo:ir, the Ferret. Bl that Mickey is. Heer about how he got fres coed yesterday!'' "Yes. It was an outrage." "Guess he did spill out_ rage sum, whe n he soo'd his phiz. F eller 'twould do such a mean caper orter be shot." That is true," the judge agreed, But et .was a good fit fer Mickey Angel--0h tho'," Bob ct>ntinued. it tuk a little ol the starch out o' him. H e's a bad egg, is Mickey. " You speak disrespectfully of one who is your superior sir." "What! Mickey .A,ngel--0h Mitch my supoo' riorl" Bob exclaimed. "Guess not. Mickey's pedigree couldn't outweigh mine, no how ye could fix it. Mebbe I know more about him than you do. Yes, sir-ee. H e' s a reg'lar hoss, an' associates wi' a boss-eater-smuggles laces--snatches bodies, an' sech like. Fine coon fer ther head of sum big office, like breakiu' stones or chawin' iron bars, down at Moyamen sing. Ther ido a o' Mickey Angel--0h a-bein's good as me! et won't go down worth a clam. I'm the:r King o' Bootblacks, at your service; Mickey, he's the King o' Rogues." "Boyl wb_!lt do you mean? You bad better be careful about accusing Mr. Mitchell of any thing wrong, or you may get yourself into trouble I re!f,ard him as a gentleman of honor and integrity. Then you've got a heap better opinion of him than I hev," Bob said. "Je s' wait till h e claps a chloryform sponge over yer smellin' protuberance, an' ye'll change yer toon, I 'll b e t er clam." "I cannot believe ill of my superintendent, no matter what you would say," the judge said. "' If that is all of your busin ess, to slander him, you may take your departure." "Hold up, bass; don't git r'ily, just because I happened to enumerate sum hints about Mickey Angelo's sinfulness, 'Spec t et don't do no harm ter sift ashes, fer y e kin allns find clinkers. But the t ain't the r prime object o' my camin' heer. I've got another card to play, an' et's a trump, bet yer So first, l e t me m;k ef ye didn't nster own a wife an' a quarter dozen o' children or so?" The judge looked surprised. "How did you learn this1" he asked. "Oh I I found it out. I allus am diggin' up p'ints, when I ain't diggin' Ceutenyal mud off of boots an' gait21-s But you have not answered my-question yet." "Well, acknowledging that I may have been the possessor of a and children, what of it1" was query. ,..-Ob I I tbort ye might kinder like ter beer from 'em," Bob replied, importantly. "The hand o' time is leadin' us all toward ther tomb, an' afore we shufHe off, we ginerally like to overhaul our relates in search of a suitable heir, 'specially when we've got swads o' solid caah coTiatteraL Therefore, seein' tbet in all probability ye weren't booked fer many more llOO!IOns beer below', I 'spect ye might like to know what bad become of yer heirs an' repersentertives." Perhaps 1f01t would like to yCTUrsel! up as one of them f' the judge, sarcastically. "Wal, I don't know as I would have any pertic'ler objections," Bob replied, surveying bis r e flection in a mirror just opposite. "Allus did bev an eyedear tbet 1 was ther lo s t heir o' royal patronage, or of some president or alder man. But, guess I steered a leetle in tbe t cal culation, wi' myeye glued en thP.r dorr. e o' ther capertol, au' so I ain't averse ter comin' down a few, as Turnovers ain't ter be sneez e d at w'en a feller's hungry." "I presume not. But be brie f If you have anything iuteresting for me to know, I will hear you, but if not, you must go." "Hain't very particule r "bether ye scrape up acquaintance, then, or n ot? "I am in no hurry to see the woman whom I once call e d wife,'' the judge r eplied, bitterly "The children I n f course would dearly like to see, but have n ever been able to find the l eas t trace of them." "Your wife vamoosed didn't she, an' tuk the progeny alo n g?" Bob question e d. She deserted me, y e s, taking the children with her, and bas n eve r d arkened mv door "What was the name of the little kids?'' "'l'heir names n .ud ages were, respectively: Adele, seven ; Florence, five, and Harry folU' yea1-s. 'I 'his was at the time they were taken from me. Adele, if living, wouldnow be twenty, F lorence and Harry seventeen." "Harry-that's me, mebbe1" Bob observed, with a grin. 'Spect I'll hev ter interview old Maloney on that. Ye see,_ my parents are sup posed to b e Mr. an' Mrs. Jl'.fo.loney, but as Ma loney i s Iris h, I'm Yank, an' Mrs. Maloney is Dutch I ken't s e e how I'm their own kid. Meb b e e f 'r was to stir the thing up, I'd tui'Il out ter be the missing Turnover?" "I hardly think so,'' the judge said, gravely. "Yo u are not at all like my pale, intelligmt little hoy of thirteen years ago." Boss Bob gave vent to a prolonged whistle. Dunno about that," he r eplied scratching his head as if in search of ideas. "'Spect I'm as intellergent as tber average, an' as fer bein' pale, I reckon blackin' boots an' white livers don't match." "You'said you might be able to prove your self the missing Turnovth'. They are all for that matter." "Bet a shuck eyster they ain't. I've got tlie f emale portion all nailed. 'Spect yer fu-st ga I Addie, is dead. T'otber one works in the city, nearer to you than you've got any idea of. old led\ly she's here, too, engaged in sum gum games that rromise to land-her in Moya, ef sh.e don't let up!' "Boy, what is this you say? Are you making up, or is it true?" the 'ill_illionaire cried, e:-c1tedl:r,:. "Its as true as tbel> thiir is dorgg in bon]" fried bologna!" Bob '"Plied, empbaticall.J'. "'Spect I orter know, when I beerd madan11 tell certain parties as how she war once yer wife but sbuk you; an' beerd her tell as how Flol'lll. Bacon war her child an' yours, an' also Adelf1. who was"tber wife o' New York tbial', but is now dead." Mr. Turnover groaned alom.


IHI Fos. the Perret. My the wife of a thieO" he gasped. God forbid!" "Yas,sbe was married tar New York Johnny, alias Sir Franklyn Frothin'ham an' .is dead. Frothin'ham has sold her body t;o the physicians an' that is one reason why l cqme to interview you." Sir Franklyn Frothingham, did you aay? Bir Franklyn Frothihgbam!" That's ther perzact coon, who is known over 1n N Y. as New York Johnny. He ill a red-hot rascal, an' is in league with Madam Fayette, Mickey Angel-oh Mitch. an' a lot o' others, who ma.Ire a bizness of smug!'\ ling in laoes from fureign parts, an' also supplyin ther doctors with cadavers to dissect. I heerd this posey tell the madam and Mickey that now that his wife was done an' gone dead, he was ter make a. epec' by sellin' it fer dissection. Who is the madam you speak of1'1 "Ohl she's a French boss-eater, in yer eye. Bails under ther name o' Madam Fayette, milliner-uster be Mrs. Judge Turnover." "And you say she, Mitchell and this man Frothingham are leagued together in criminal machinations!" Bet yer boots I do I" "By heaven, this is very strange. She is even a worse creature, it seems than I deemed her. This Frothingham I have heard of before. A Frenchwoman to me a few days since, with a recommendation from him, saving that &he had served faithfully in his family." Bob leaped to his feet, excitedly. "Harral" he cried, "I'm on a reg'lar Buffier Bill trail at last, for I'll bet a clam she's the tiame woman w'ot tried drown Frothin'ham's an' Adele's baby in th0 Delaware. Quick! git 7er hat, old gent, and show me yer!" CHAPTER IX. llOSS BOB METAMORPHOSED. Mn. TURNOVER, too, seemed in a measure excited, but crushed his feelings with a strong hand. "You speak most strangely, boy," be said. Tell me what you know, and all you know, in order that I mar be able to arrive at some defi uite conclusion.' Haia't got much more to t e ll, till I see sum eollatteral ahead. I allers work fer collatteral, I do, an' let gratitude go to blazes. A fistful o' oollatteral goes furder toward satisfyin' a fel1er's stummick, than a huckster cart-load of gratitude." "So I dare say," the judgereplied1 with a nod of approval, and you shall be well rewarded, when you have told me all and proven your as80rtions " That's O. K., but in this case I't workin' fer oapertal alone. I'm figgerin1 on countin' in as one 'l' tbe Turnover family." "Ahl my boy, your hope of that is ground less. You are not one of my kin." "Dunno 'bout that," Bob observed, again into the looking-glass. I think you an I do look some alike, ef thar was a few daubs o' Bixby's Best l!ICI'llbbed off my counterna.uce. B'posin' I 2hould tum out to be the lost Harry Turnover-what thenl 'Spect ye wouldn't own me as a repersentative o' th<1 Turnover brl..""lld&, eh?'' "If you were able to prove that you were my son, I should gladly welcome and raise you from your present position. But I guess there wfll be no danger of such a thing." Don't :you bet high on that," Bob &S8UI'ed.,i with a grin. "I'll go a salt-water clam tha.i .1. am a Turnover. Kfuder feel it in my bones, ye see. Then, thar's a heap o' chance, too. Ye see, when your poorer-half cut loose from you\ she chucked the g'hals inter the almshouse, an ther b'ho(. w a s apprenticed ter the r captain of a whalin vessel, ter r eceive whalin's, an' princerpally becawse be was famous at spoutin'. Now, m ther natteral course o' hooman evenU!, et ain't improbable that, when a little kid, the salt breeze didn't suit my complexion!,. an' I was adopted inter the Maloney family. it's worth lookin' into, ennyhow." "But you haven't told me where to find my youngest daughter yetl" the judge said, eagerly; or my eldest daughter's child, which you say you rescued from the river!" "Obi they're safe, whar I know where put my bands on 'em, at any time," Bob said; "Fer ther present you an' I've got ter tend ter other biz, which is, we've got ter find whar Adele was buried, an' see ef she's been disturbed. If not, so good-let her rest wbar she is. If she's bin dug up, then we've got ter raise a reg'lar Buffier Bill breeze, an' find out the why an' wherefore. W e'll swoop down on Patrick Mo Fadden's mqrgue, and see if we can find the body before it is disposed of for dissection." "My boy, I am with you heart and hand. But, how are WI!' to find, in this great city, where, bow or when my p oor child was buried!" "Ohl I'll manage that. You jest let me do ther engineerin'.t an' you play np passenjar, an' we'll get along nrst-rate Furst of-all, I wanter interview this French hoss-ilater ye say was re commended ter you by Frotbin'ham. 'Spect I can tell in a hofy secont ef she be my water mellon, an' ef so, I'll slice her up so we kin git sum more p'ints. Better we git ter bizness ter oncet, too, fer ther sooner we do, the mol'0 apt we are to be successful." "I am ready at once, but you are not," the judge said. "No matter who you are, you are too smart a lad to look so dirty and ragged, and you must get thoroughly clean and r espectable lil appearance, ere I will have aught to do with you. Here are a hundred dollars. Take it, and return to me looking like a young gentleman, instead of a ragamuffin. There is a Turkish bath-house below here: go there first and gefl cleaned up, and then repair to W anamaker'a and get clothed. Then return to me and I'll be ready." "Keeree t. I allers is willing to snatch soob snaps bald-headed," Bob said with a e-rin. "When I git togged out folks 'II spect I'm a half-cousin ter Dom Pedro, 'Lysses Gi:e.nt, or SUia othe r hig gun." And with a hearty laugh be accepted the hundred-dollar note from the judge and de-parted. "Bet a clam I'm made!" hemuttered.l. when be onc0 more gained the Thet Tamover is a reg'lar paragon, an' ef I can only


TODT l"oz. the Ferret. 28 I'm Harry Turnover, I'm solid fer third term Vice"presidency in '80, along wi' 'Lysses Grant. It now stands twixt me an' Terrance Maloney whether I'm a Turnover or not, an' there's got ter be an interview, you bet! But first, I'm ter find out ther body of Adele, or the ;:udg1> an' I go bankrupture--that's fiat!" Two hourn later there emerged from Wan amaker'G Chestnut street furnishing store a young whose features might have been recognized as belonging to Boss Bob-but that was all. No other trace of the former bootblack was visible, the form being incased in a rich and fashionable outfit of clothing, with patentleatber boots upon bis feet, and a "stove-pipe" hat of the latest style cocked upon his head, the face of which was as clean and bright as soap and water could make it. Healscsportedakid gloved hand and gold-headed cane, with con siderable loud jewelry about his :person, and a good cigar between his teeth-his whole appearance being d ecidedly flashy. "Hal hat wonder how I look!" he muttered, glancing at his reflection in the shop window, as ke passed along. "'Spect I look like a reg'lar Long Branch swell. Wonder if any o' my old pajs will twig my nibs'!'' It was not long ere be bad a chance to test the matter, for he saw the Nondescript and another bootblack coming down the street. Bracing up and adjusting a pair of goldrimmed glasses to bis nose, tbe metamorphosed Bootblack King strutted importantly along, not deigning to give his former associates so much as a glance. But just after he had passed them, he was consciom that they had stopped, and he accordingly paused before a store window, to hear if their remarks. 'Say, 'Script, did ye see thet gallus cove who jest he stands at the windy, now!' the Nondescript's companion asked. "Yes, 1 see'd him," the Nondescript replied, "Slings on entirely too much style fer a bootblack." "A bootblack!" the other ejaculated. "Why, yes. Didn't ye know him! That was my old pard, Boss Bob. Guess he don't notice common folks, since he's got t.ogged out new. Bob turned upon the boys with a grin. Yes, I do, 'Scrip," he said. z, I all us know tny friends. Was Jest playin' off, ter see ef ye'd reckernize me. Know'd et wouldn't be a go, tho', fer what's born in the r blood can't be scrubbed out wi' Turk baths, ner be hid under good togs. D 1 1n't I luk scrumpsbus, tho'!" "Yes-ye look like a reg'lar penny grab nabob," the Nondescript replied. "What's struck ye Bob'!'' Oh I I'm er bout bein' nomernated fer Prime ter Injy,'' the boy replied with comical importance. Struck er reg'lar BufHer Bill bo nanzer, ye see. Call to McFadden's Funeral Reposertpry, ter.night, an' I'll talk witli ye. Tra-la-la-la I" And then the new Boss Bob marched on, with as much pomposity as a Third street moneyking, leaving the two gamins to stare in open mouthed amazement. As Bob re-entered the office of Judge Turn o ver the millionaire ngarded him with a smile. "You've certainly made a great ment in your looks, at least," be admitted. ''And now, if you are ready, I will order my carriage, and we'll go to my home in the West End. I am anxious to regain possession of the booy of my poor lost child, whom I bave been robbed of for tbirtAlen long weary years." The carriage was accordingly ordered, and entering, the twain were driven rapidly West Pbiladelpbia-ward. Ere long after they had crossed the Schuykill, they were landed before a large stone mansion in an aristocratic portion of the West End, the house in turn being set in a fine lawn fringed with trees and flowering shrubs. Dismissing the cab, Judge Turnove r and Boss Bob entered the house and traversed a magnifi cent hallway, finally bringing up in a tastily furnished apartment used as a sort of library and private" office, evidently, judging by the desks and bookcases. Be seated,'' the judge said, "and I will sum mon Felice." "All right. Jest don't w'isper ter her who I amJ an' she'll not know me, an' be on her guara. I'm wuss'n a Philadelphia lawyer at analyzin' a person, ef I get 'em cornered, that way." The Judge nodded, and left the room, but soon returned, accompanied by the l

Tony .Foz, the Ferret. ft will be better foc you to own up. A few mornin$5 Boss B ob, here, saw a woman set an mnocent babe adrift upon the Delaware River. He, howevoc, promptly went ro the rescue, and placed the child in sufe care. Since then he learned from Frotbingbam's own lips that you attended bis wife in her last moments, and made away with the child who is my grandchild, as Adele was my daughter. There fore, when Bo b beard me mention you, he at once recognized you. Now, what have you to say for yourself!" Felice covered her face with her hands and burst into tears. '-' "I beg-I beg!" she cned, piteously. "Only promise that you will spare me and give me my liberty, and I will confess all!" Do so, then, and you will not be prosecuted, so far as I am concerned. If you have sinned, I Will not be your judge, for there is One who will sooner or later judge all things justly," Mr. Turnover said, gravely. Then I will confess, and look elsewhere for employment," Felice said. The recolDJ?lend I brought to you was one of my own manufacture1and Frothingham bad nothing to do with it. n the first place, I was employed by Mrs. Adele to nurse her and her child during h e r sickness. Frothingham bad nothing to do with hiring or paying me; and Adele being poor, I did not receive much pay. "Before she died, I for the first became aware that Frothingham was her husband-but be had deserted her, and never came near h er. Every -'!;ime be saw me, be paid me tbe most kind attention, and I rather liked him for it. Also, be fore Adele died, she told me that you were her father; but she did not dare intrude herself upon you, lest you should treat her as an impostor. She got me to promise, however, that when she was I would bring her cbi]ll to you, and beg of you to care for it. This I should have done, undoubtedly, only that Frothingham in tercepted me, and induced me to drown the child, under a promise of l a rge pay. Ii was after I set the b abe adrift, that I conceived the 1 plan of coming h ere, and trying to win your af fections and your wealth. Tbat is all. I have nothing more-to confess. I have s inned, a!'ld am sorry, and thankful that I am guilty of no crime -whic h I am not, as you say the child was rescued." You may be thankful that Boss Bob took the burden or an awful crime from your s houlders!" the judge said, sternly. There are some other questions I wo'.!ld ask you. Boss Bob, here, beard Frothingham indicate that it was bis intention to steal the body of my child, and dispo se of it to the doctors for dissection. Did you bear anything of this?'' "Sir Franklyn told me so-that is all I know about it. 1Wbetber be did so, or not, I am unable to s!ty." What doctor attended my poor child in her last mom ents!" "Dr.--, of No. South street. He seemed to do everything be knew bow. but her disease was a complicated one that baffied his skill." "Do you know where the bAdy was buried? We would like to find it." I do not know. The physician t.ook cba.r!!:e of it, promising to give it a decent burial at hill own expense." Judge Turnover turned to Boss BoD. "Our next move is, then, to bunt up the physician, and have an investigation made of the grave, is it not1" "Yes. 'Spect that's ther best coul1le. Ef we don't find right.L then, we'll take a scull eround ter Patrick Mc.t<'adden's Morgue. Goin' ter let tber boss-eater go " Felice can go," the judge replied. I shall not be in need of her services any longer." Without a word, the Frenchwoman arose and left the room, accompanied by the judge, who went to see that she took nothing with her that did not belong to her. H e was gone some time, but at las t returned to Bob. We will now visit the physician, and learn from him, i1 possible, where Adele was buried," he said, gravely. "Do you remember the numb e r of the street?" "Be t I do! l ose sech p'ints as them, I don't," was the reply. "Come erlong, an' we'll fincl the pill shop without trouble. 'Spect I know ther physician. Shined around his hired gal last : summer, an' collected some live stock w'ich I disposed of dog c heap." The y left the mansion, and walked to Chest. nut street, where they took the cars, and in due found themselves in the presence of the physician who had attended Adele Frothing ham. After listening to the judge's explanation ot thei r business, the physician said: I did attend the young woman until h e r death, and learning the case of her wrongs, I took pity on her, and had her r emains interred in my family plot at Woodlaud C emetery. If her remains have been disturbed, it is without my knowledge. I will accompany you to the cemetery if you wish, and we will make an in vestigation of the case at once." CHAPTER X. MORE PLOTTING. THE trio soon left the physician's office, and walked toward a livery stable near by, where they proposed to hire a cab to take them to the cemetery. Ou their way they met Fox, the New York F erret, whom Boss Bob at once hailed, and ap prised of their mission, and the detective readily consented to accompany them. "Did ye do anything fer ther game yet?'' Bob asked. "No; I kept a watch but did not strike a trail. I !1:1J8SS the sc h emers kept shady." In due time the y drove into that beautiful city of the dead, Woodland.Cemetery, and were to the physician's admirably kept family burial-place-a lot containing a modest monument, and some half a doz e n headstones. A fresh mound of yellow earth told where Adele had been buried. The noctor only gave the grava a single glance. and then turned away. "It is u5eless to look furtb0r, here. The body has been l" Judge Turnove r groaned, and covered his face with his hand"-


"This Is bonible," he gasped-"not to see one's own child for many years, and then learn that it bas been consigned to the pitiless mercies of the dissecting-knife." "It is indeed sad," the physician pesponded, gravely. "But, by persistent effort, we may yet be able to track and get possession of the body be fore it comes to the dissecting knife." How do you know the body has been dis turbed !'r-Fox demanded. "The grave seems to be all right." "There is where my eyes to be a little sharper than yours, detective,' the physician replied. "Early last evening, you will remember, there was a short but sharp rain-storm. Well, if the grave had not been disturQed since that, you would see some effects on the mound yonder. As it is, the dirt appears to have been newly disturbed, and no rain has touched it since it was last disturbed; which is conclusive, to me, that the body was removed during the latter portion of last night." "Thar, Foxy, the pill-dispenser is a better detective.than either of us," Bob averred. "'Spect we better go an' sell out at auction dog cheap. Et behooves us to pay a visit to a certain place I knows of." They lef.t the cemetery; the doctor returning to bis home in South street, and Bob, Fox, and the judge going t-0 the latter's residence, where they partook of a sumptuous and planned their next course of action. It was proposed by Fox that Boss Bob return to his old street appeara nce, and pay a visit alone to the morgue, or receiving-house of the gang of grave-robbers, as obe perso n could work, alone, bPtter than several, without creating much suspicjon. But Bob argued that it would be next to impossible for him to gain an entrance to the secret dead-house of the gang, m1less be was armed with a wo .rrant, or could resort to some trick. For some time the trio discussed various plans, and it was at last d ec ided that Bob should represent himself a a medical student, in search of a subject, which would admit him to the morgue. Accordingly, Fox, who appeared nearly as much interested in the case as the judge sel( took his departure, to pay another visit to the doctor in order to get a description of the dead woman. In the mean time, Bob also left mansion, and took a car for the old city, getting out at Eighteenth and Market, and walking briskly through the latter thoroughfare, northward1 until be came to a row of tenement buildings, of anything but a prepossessing as-pect. Mounting a flight of rickety stairs to the second floor, Bob continued along the hall until be came to a door upon the right-band side, which be tried. and found unloc ked. Entering be found himself in a large, plainly furnisbed room. which served tile purpose of kitche n, diningroom, parlor, !l'lld bedchamber. Though poor and the general of everything was at least clean, and arranged t-0 v u')Od efl'ect as _.l'lora Bacon sat near the stove with the baby in her lap, to w1Jom ehe was feedibg mftk eat c1f a nursing-bottle. Near the table sat no less a penanage thin the factory superintendent, Mitch911, engaged in smoking a cigar, while he appe11red in any thing but an enviable frame of mind. Bob gave vent to a low whistle of astonish ment, and turned to Flora inquiringly. "'Momin' to you, Miss Flore," be srud, dcffing bis elegant silk bat, and a seat. "Guess I've run inter a port whar I am't ne' cd ed, eh!" "Why, Bob, is that really youf" the girl de manded, admiringly. "I didn't know you when you first came inJ. you were so changed. You look really like a nne gentleman." "'Spect I am a reg'lar ef ther truth waz only known. Didn t 'spect ter find Mickey Fresco Angel-ob Mitch beer, tbo','1 and the rejuvenated bootblaC'k fired the superintend ent a quizzical look. "Ohl you needn't fear for him," Flora re plied, indignantly. His presence here is un weleome, while yours is quite the reverse." "Obi that's it, is it1 I say, Mickey, how do that sound to ye!" the youth demanded, tantalizingly. ":Ruther a nose-break e r, ain't it, fer sech a purty pill as you, even ef ye do aspire ter be a clown in a sarkns'I'' Miss Bacon is incensed with me because I offered her a good thing by proposing to make her my wife, but she w1ll get bravely over that, and 11Ccede to my terms, if you will only have the go_od grace to take your leave, yonng man," was Mitchell's reply. "Bet a clam your case is hopeless," Bob re torted, coolly. "Miss Flore, she knows what she's about, every once in ::. while;J'Ou bet, an' she's got a beau w'ot punches trip-slips on a boss-car, an' he'd punch ef be know'd you was beer. Guess when .oo.iss Flore sez I'm exkusable it'll be time enuff fer me ter vamoose." "That's it, Bob; don't you desert me," Flora cried, her eyes flashing. .!'If Mr. Mitchell does not have the kindness to depart, before long, I shall cal'l an officer. Because of his undesirable attentions to me, I was obliged to band in my resignation at the factory yesterday, and now be has come to further annoy,:and even threat en me. Thinking to influen ce m e to marry him, he bas even promi$P.d t o inform me wbo my parents were, but I hi:ve r e fu sed him." "Bully fer you, l\Iis s F l o r l' Mickey Angel-ob ain't no shakes fe r yon, nohow. J Pst you bang ter yer street-car be11u-he's solid Mu ldoon, fer you. 'Sides, Mickey Angel-oh ain't allus a-goin' ter be a big superintendent o' calik e r mill. B e t er clam [ kno w er few p'ints tbet'll hPlp him ter a co mfortable hunk down in Moya, iin' as fer who ver parents wer '. spec t I know full's well as Mickey Anirel-o b Mit,b." "Cnrse you, boy!" MitC'bell cried, fiercely. "I'll break yonr bead -if yo u don't k eep your mouth 'hut. Y o u don't know a thing about that girl's parenta:

Tony 1! oz, the Perret. Moya ap' give yersel! up like er majo r Slow ly but .rurely ther net is weaving around you the t will finally constertoot yer windi11' sheet." .Mitch 'lll arose with au oaLh. "I will not remain _here, to to such nonsens3, fro:n a m eco b :iy. The na...:t time I s:ie you on tho streot, sir, I'll h a ve you arrested end sent up for vagr,i::wy" hJ crieJ, rising, haughtily. (, Misq B aC8u, what answer am I to have from you! Willy )U marry me, be blessed with my love, and learn t'1e parentage that you h1ve n evo r lmown'l-or will you choose my h1t: ed an:l liv3 f oreve r in i;noranc e of your birthri,,.ht and title?'' A thousaul better to r emain forever in i g o oranc e of my parentage, sir, tua u to marry one whom I could n ever love or even respect." Bravo! hurrah!" Bob cried, rising in his en thusias:n t:>ssinif his h :it into the air and catcliin; it again on nis head. The t 'ar was don3 up fu'st clas3-r;,g'ler Romeo an' Juleet style! Mickey Angel-oh, you'd make a heavy villain, ef ye waq t e r color up a little wi' caliker dyes; an' Flore, she'd the r spots clean off m Mrs. John Drew as a her'ine." "Then look outf for met" Mitchell cried, shaking his fist at M ills un::n:Udful of the words of Boss Ilob, "for yon have not heard t he last of me. I'll have you yet in spite of yourse lf! Th en turnin;, he strode from the room, slam mino-t'.13 door h i m in no gentle way. f dunno, but I 'spect ef I was a little bigger, r d lick the ugline83 outerthet Mickey Angeloh, jest fer fun," B o b dtJClared. "He's a bad pill, but is gittin' uurty near ter ther end o bis c l othes-line. How'8 the baby1" "Ohl it is g etting along ever so nicely and m akes me s3arcely any trou':llel" Flora replied, enthusiasticalJ_y kissing the litt estranger. I really love it like I would a brother or sist'lr." "Well, thet ain't bad," Bob acknowledged, with a grin. "'Spec t everybody wouldn't sto p muJ h at' you fer a brothe r or sister. Gu1ss i t cum3 uatteral fer ye ter like ther little 'un, ca'se how et was yer own sister's b:t':ly." What! my sister's cliild-this ?" Flora cried, greatly excited. '"Spec t it is,'1 the Bootblack Kiug r e plie l. "Nothi n' s'pfr;in' h it, either, conparei wi' sum oth1r p'ints I've l e:irne:l Gu3ss, m ab':le, whe n de < valerpments cums t o a focm, y ou'll h e v ter owu ma fer a brother, too." you speak in riddles, Bob, and I canoot understand them Ple-,se explain for the oatisfaction of my curio>ity." Can't do that yet. Will splain all time I J es t dr.:ipped in ter set yer thinkers a-gain', an' git y e r anticipatin' ma.sheen in workin' order. Sba.nd ready ter cum wi' ther N.:mdescript, wb'\nev e r I B"!nd him. It may be llOOn, an' et mav b9 Inter, accordin' tew dewelopment1.!. Good-b y! And the ll3Xt 'moment ha was gone. Mitc h e ll, after leaving the abode of Flora Baoon, :rOOurne.:l at onoe to the calico fac tlory, aud found a s1il'anger in the affloo, eugaged .,_ over the hooks. What does this mean,. he itemanded. aDgrily; "who are y-ou that you takl so much liberty in looking over tbe books o f this establishmentl" I am the new superintendent of ilie mill;;, in the plaee of the man Mitchell." the strnnger r3plied. If you are hC' you w ill find an exnlma.t:iry ou t iie tabb f:ro::i Jud<;s 'ruru nver sir .'' With an o:ith Mitchell sn:it c h e d up the letter, and tearing it opan, reau (,.1 e fo).lo.viug : "Sm:-Your 'ervic e s as my superintendent and representative in nre no lon-;:-er ueeded as l have I P:>rned of your villainous association, which renJer you aa pers :i t:> b e h T'.lJ'er.:i;:iloy. I would auzgest t h3t you t.ikc.) on r lenv") ::t. .. onc e. save yours e lf troubl e JUDGE Tummv1m." Wit hout a wor.i t'..lcvtlis placed villain quitted the for the street; but wha n here, bis dis appointmeut and rage found v cut iu a ready flow of curses. It is the work of accu!'sed boy, B oss Boh, again," b 3 h iss ed whito with passion "thrnugh him I have iost t!:iis pos:tionJ aud mayhap my liberty. But, curse them, .l will be revenged on both him and the It must be a bold game to be successful, but I shall play to win T ue boy shall die thi'l time, f o r a certainty, and there i s another re:idy vrn.y to strike Turnove r that will eithe r brin7 me back my situation, or a cash equivalent." 0 He hurr:ed at ouce tu Madam Eighth street establishment, and found the m1dam seawd in h e r private parlor, engaged in paru:ilng a letter; but she loo ked up, with a n ia quiriug exprz s 3 ion on her face as she saw his evic..lent ang 0r. "I've lost my situation through the infernal bootblack," Il:litcbell t>urst forth, as he entered. "I have jmt r eceived my discharge papt-rs from Turnove r What is to be donel Through that boy, we are all lhble to get ourselves into an un3nviable "Only y o u, I and McFadden," the madam re plied, evenly. Frothingham has skippeelf, with a growl. I care not-le t him go. If we take care ot ourselves, we shall do w e ll. Things are work in t he d 3v il's way, all around. I visited the Bacon miS3, this morning, and she refused me again." The macla'.11 lttue;h ed. I thou;ht li ke ly. by t'..le temper you in, shs confessed. ''Maybe ie you would try th& mother, instead of thJ d1ughter, you'd have better SUCC0"5." Pshaw! I can hav3 you later, after I've married the girl, and throu;h her got a piece ot Tunvwer' fortune. Th0re's one thin.,. flat!" u What is tllatr 0 "Why, w e mus t plav a game card, now-a cari tba t lead to wealth, and at the same"tlfme leads to prote<'tion "I do n'ltunde rstan

Tony l'og, the l'enet. and uuEnson her, In some place, and bold her there. In this way, we can make terms with Turnover, and at the same time ho and his young tool, Boss Bob, will not give us over to the au thorities until they can seeure the girl. In this way we can work upon the judge for a big amount, wh e n we will skip out, nnd l e t him have his girl." "Your plan may work," the fuada m admitted, tofing with the latter she held. "But there nm ten chances to one it will not. Turnover will neTer give up his ducats until h e ha.s thoroughly tested every other way of gettmg the .advantage." "Well, it's our b es t hope to risk at any rab. We shall either win largely or l ose all and go to jail and that comes within one of staring us in the face, now. As to the boy-" "I have a plan of getting effectually rid of him," the madam interposed. "To-morrow is Pennsylvania day at the Centennial, and it shall be his last day to Ji vc." "We ought to have made sure of him the other time we had him. Then we would not have been betrayed, and I should yet have my Mitchell growled. "Well, we didn't do it, and there is n o use of crvbw: over spilt milk. Come closer, and I will inform you of my plans in regard to the disposal of the bootblack." Accordingly they moved their chairs closer together and iu lowered voices disc u ssed dark s c h emes which \!oded no good to either Bos3 Bob, or Flora Baco n. A well-matched pair were the two pl.;tter3, as regards sc heming, and be it not said to their credit, either, for both were edu cated, intelligent, and fitted for a far better existence, than that which they led. CHAPTER XL MALONEY, SR., AND BOSS BOB. IN the mean time, Boss Bob returned to the Turuover mansion, and found that Fox bad al ready arrived there ahead of him from his visit to the doctor's. He placed a written description of the d ead woman, in Bob's bands, and the boy perused it att.entively. "Recko n that's all's necessary," he decided. 'Spect I kin reckerniz s ther corpus at once. I'll waltz around and pay Paddy McFadden a visit, to-night, j is t at the top av the avenin', so I will." It being well along in the day, and having some other to complete, he once more wok leave of Turnover and F o x and re: turned ro town. The undertaking establishment of Patrick McFadden was located in a small two-Story J;icuse in Buttonwood street, and here the wily proprietor was wont to carry on all branches of his trade. He supplied funerals with coffins and hearseshat shortest notice; received bod i es and kept t em iced until time for interment, and also preserved bodies by the embalmer's art. It waa no unumal occurrence to see half a dozen or more coffins enter bis place, or leave it. eveiry dav. e nd alt;og etber he did a ru&b.iil& bu::.i.,.. The lower story of his honse had a front opening of d o uble doors, so thE t h e could drive into building. Mr. McFadden was also said, by bis neigh bors, to he quite a philanthropist in hi s wily, as when bodies were sent to him to ice and never called for, as was often the case, h e would with unselfi s h g enerosity g ive them a decent bnriru in his own lot, in an cut-of-town cemetery. Thus the r ecord of P. McFadden stood n 'ith out r eproach so far as tho g e n eral pul.Jlic knew. About dusk, that evening, Bo s s B c b e nt.ered Buttonwood stred from off Broad and strode along for some time, sharply scanning each frowning, g l()(Jmy buil:lin;; un'.i l h e came 1.o the one with the double doors opening of? the stref't. "'Spect this must b e the pla<'e, he mutt.ered, pausing long enough to li ght a fres h cirnr "Don't smell v ery cadave rou s n eithe r. Won d e r if here' s where thci keep a feller's carcass until wanted? Ugh I Kinder dre::;d this j ob tho' I guess 110 ghosts ain't 11:ot er me, so I needn't be afeard. The next thmg's ter find out ef a f eller can get in." Another door be sides tb.e double ones, opened into tile building, and asc ending the steps B o b the bell a prompt j erk. Then, while waitmg, h e adjusted his spectacl e s, and looked as ne a r like a y oung stuaent as be knew how, which was not a remarkable personification. 'l'b e door was opened, directly, by the pro prietor, in person-a thin, pinched-fac e d son of the Emerald sod with an unmistaka ble Celtic iace, and shaggy, brick-colored hair. He was attired in a semi-gown and broad brim hat or tbe order that to this day distin guishes the Quaker citizens fro m the other classes of the Philade lpbi ans, in many instances in addition to his other accouterments, and smoked a stubby clay pipa of the grimiest order. H e r egnrded Bob sharply with his little gray eyes, as if suspi cious of him. "Well, what does thee wanU" be d emanded, h olding the door only wide enough open to ad mit his head and sho uld e rs. Whc is he, and what d oes he want!" 'Sh I" Bob said, in a lowered tone. "I am a m edica l student, and have come to see y o u c a important biz." Patrick McFadden, or Quaker Pat, as be was often calloo, nodded, and at once admitted Bo'.3 into a hall, closing the door behind him. "Shure it's a lucky time y,'z have he s a id, returning to his native brogue. w it afther a subject ye'z come-'!" "Correct! you couldn't have guessed with more a cc uracyh" Bob replied, toning up hit the best e knew bow. "I aru in need of a subject-a female, ferred. Without a word the undertker led the way to an inner office, and opened a big book that lay upon the desk, handing Bob a pencil at the same time "Pl'ase to sign yer name an' risidence there." McFRdden said, '1 an' thin I'll be aftber showin' ypz some fine suhjects as iver Ml done yer ll'QUO w &'1' \ll&o 110 l


28 Tony Fox, the Ferret. Without demur Bob s crawle d d own the fol-Ef old T erraure 'll cum dow n :!:,,:;.''do the fair lowing signature: thing, mebbe I'll turn .out ter be a duke or a "Rob\lrt Maloney, D. D., LL. D., M. D.," and duchess o r suthiu' like that. e ven ef I oin't a gave his address nt the Turnover place, after Turnover. Turnovers ar' a good stand-by, tllv, which h e followed McFadden n p a flight of stairs when a f eller's bnng i;y, a n so i s Bacon. to the flo>r above; thence through n!l apart I may as well take a s c ull d o wn ter J:'oint mont u sed for t h e storage of coffins and Breeze an' see T..;tTP.n ce early t o-mor:e: -,-an'tlnd fuue r a l appurtenances, a s e c onl r oom, out my desteruy." p roved to b'3 t he place wuere subj e:;t.s Accordir:;1:ly, so:n .0 c::w"1 left o n+; of the A'tll'cl kept. purc hase of lli s <'lotbiag-, L 1 t o ' 'fhe room dark. the windows bein'.'I' cur rate but respectaule llo t<'i eu I turn e d in for the tained, but M c Facl d c n lit ajet-0f gas, and plenty night, ]mowing Tumove r F'l--: "r.oulcl r'l of light was afforde d for the pm-iios'.l. ccive the bod y of Adele when it came, without The apartment was uncarpeted, a:i d there any o f his a ssistance. were several tr:l.p-doors iu the floo r Also, there E arly in the b e was up.and stirrin g were a num!:ur of tabies scattered about tl i e as wet\J upward oi r l mtl!'.on anc l a qu'.trt<>r o f room, covered with m a r b l e slabs and upo n oue other humans, on tb1 8 .PEimsylvallia's -0f lay the star!{. fo tm o t a dead duv, nt t h r.nn, yet attire:! in t h'l ro'-ies th.t had :!<'irst of a ll h e w ent to t'.le mavo!' s offic0 nncl his bJcly in grave from wb0h h e h :.d a permit for the New Gas-works, after vhi c h he wal: : e i l 1 ri s k1y to'.:-t'c.r,J r.)1Ht Brcez"', At sigh t o f this, Bo.;s Bob's ha ir bogo.n t o fee l ;"lbi cil he r e a chod ii1 timd, c d r.j .. a .l;t tlo li ke rising on e n d, .but he choked off his :ni;; ion. lfo was iu Jlu,tili;; til e obje<:t with a strong effo rt, and we o t u p of bis sear<'h, Terranc e mal onPy, perched upo n and cxa mimii the corpse, coolly, after wh1ch be the end of a:i tP.r l'UT<'l. b('fore the t'11'D'ld to roaring furnace3, loo!i:in; bluck nud r;rimy That one dJes not s:iit mJ," he saia, w ith a any s : m of Africa. sha:rn of tll a head. "Ilave you n o f olltlles who A s crawny, wither ed -up litt l e Irishman, was have died of co m plicated e s?" Maloney, S!., with b a r l'l, bouy f eatures tbc. t "Sbu r e an' i t ',; m e s il f as tile v ery one yez wore a lu.bitua! bulluog expression, and eye s want," u ndert\tb: q r replied. A fin e ynau-; that were Rmall a n r l fie ry, from an over-excrss ied(ly was captured last nig h t wbo had died of of >troug drink. some tmkuown dio.ea">e an' 1 put he! at in H e gave a grunt of r ecognition, as Boss B o b the picklo, so't she'd b e afther ka--pin'. I can apnro::tched. baul her out o' thar pickle e f y e z would be so ye lrnow m-, do ye?" our b()ro J c afthe r seein' lie r." manded, bridgin., m'.:lbhe.'' l\foll'adde:i no: l ch:i i n tbe affi:mative. "Pr i 'lcn:' av purg'l'h0ry, y o yi:m:i" C'm'lrl" That's the j ewe l! h e a cl rno w ledga\'l, haa. Ilave yez a stray quart h e r about yer with au ogr e 's chuckl e dull s now!" "Tnen th9.t is the I waut What i s 1 '' J3c t yer gas -sh<11J I h c v,"' wao the tb'3 nrice of it, &'l.fely delivered to my addreos, dent r e>l y of the boy. "Got lots o' sech tril1-iu a coffin anr l box, as if it bad recently co m e kets abo u t m 'f duds 'v"Vha.t o f i t1" off from tha Ex:prea;3 cars'!" e, bcw, ye can be aft!ler tuk:n' tha M j l ratl l e n scratched his haad a m lnut3, m:.i-; ye s e a ycnde l' on thu top ov t!:in l 1:trre', :1 :1' uuJ then replied : .c;oiu' fer a q rn11t av ale, t o tho Cursb "S1n"e yvu b.1va c0m3 to m a fo r the first time ar0uu.l tho c orne r." I'll yez hava It for fifty dolla r s. Ohl uo-I p;u9GR not,'' BJb retorto.rl, l oft;J_v. a You may d th-;i st.i:eat "'Spect no ain't "It's a Due laddy buc k ye are, b'ye," the s::i u.;ittarnl a> a fe ll e r's own, au' the n, I wa'u't senior Malon e y declared, a s be seate'.l brou..;ht_ up o:i the r di::rnhnaary. w e' ll awl began t o s i p the ala. "An' sbure i s i t git h

Tony Fox, the F erret. 29 "A bonanza, !s itf An' shure, pb.a.t's.e. bonan1 wi' tber promise ye sball have fifty times ftfty 1111 I can n.a.ry uuderstand y.-z." if by yer informatiou I turn out to be who l 1 wen, I'll tell you," Boss Bob said, presentthink I am. Tbet's fair now, au' et's every cent iDg the senior Malt'ncy with a poor cii:;ar, while 1 ye can git out o, Ef Y'-''d rnther keep yer with JJhilantbropy 1.o lit a good cue bim-1 than ter bev twenty-five U S. dollars, go self. 'You see there 's a Litle w\;t wnuts ter bln zes thut's all." a youn g feller ter sh'p in an' fiH er fomerly "Let mo sec li'ye," tbe gas-ma n vacaucy, nn' I'1e bad kinder of au itciiiu' that cour:ting over bis talTy fitJger a d oubtful ex-1 wa tber r igh t hd in ther right place S' I pression upon his tace. "How many quarts jest w.9ltz td down h ero ter git yo tcr tell mo would tbet bny cf al(), at a shlliing u qi:arU'l... who I amr' "Two hundred 4uurts-enougb to seccre ycu W"I10 the cliyil d'yo tal;o y er,;clf fori....'cept the drncl of a Jut iu a paupers' <'emetery or a me own "un?" Mnlo my Sr., (!emand ccl. '' l,.aith, b erth d<1wn at l\foya," Bob replied, in disgust, :m' it's moighty queer no ti0 ns tba boys b e for he was himself a teetotaler. gittin' inter thPir L!Pad, now ndav. Y ou're "Is two hundred qnmtbs all?" tbo elder lfaBobby Maloney, to be sw e, an' divil a won lonry murmured. "By m e sou l, that >.ould do l ess." me but a week in hot weather. But n ever "You gft out!" B ob r e torted, rnapprng bis mind, b'yo. l'i l n o t be 1bard wid y 0 I'll be fingers contemptuously. "Ye can't stnff that afthcr makin' up me mind the day, an' if I con down m e Terrance, 'wortb a dam. I k1!0W clt1dc ter let y e have yer own way, it's a vi sit I'll lX>tter, ye see. 'Spect l o ttr, when you're pay vez to-nigot, aftbe r dark." a re!?:'lar old Glinegal bog-trotter, tiler old wo"No-not then; wait till to-morrow night, mans pure saner-krout an' lager, an' limbnrand then call around at Judge Tmno\er's ; I'll ger, an' I'm o' the reg'la r fine-wool V crmcn t be tl:!erti.'' stock Can't make it appear natteral, nohow, Tb e u Bob bade adieu to bis foster-father, as ai:.' Ro ye may as well tell me who I am, and be" h e no w b e lieved he really was. and struck for dcne witb it." the Centennial, intent on having a hoJ..c.ay, and "Will ye beer the loikeR, now?" M alo ney, viewing for the fiftieth time the sights and Eknior, cried, beginning to wax wrotb. "Heer scenes within tbe great Exrosit!0n it's a. gond twinty ye<:rs I've been roar;n yez He had arrive d as far as G.te : n .:>le of th<' ill'uJ>, an now, faith, y r z woultl lil:e to make closure, near the great fountair: oet" Ma ycrs elf some won elw, in tbo bargain. By cbinery Hall and the Main Building, "ben lie me 00ul, I niver heard tha aqual av it, ut felt a desperate tugging at his d you tho instant I Faw Erin's shammyrock cuton a reg'lar Yankee you, depite your fine dress; and now, as l'v'l peony, nuther. Cum down, now, Teddy, an' do got my walking-papers from the madam, and tber squar' tbing by tellin' me wbar ye picked um off on a holicln y I forth.,,ith appoint you me up, an' ef I make a raise o' tbe thing, my cavalier and escort fer the day." I'll make ct inter estin' fer ye-start ye in biz n ess, fer iust9.nce, an' band in yer name at ther next State Convention t:s a ncmernee fer Guvnor." "Go 'long wid jye, boy I It's pol:in' fun at oo yezar'now." r No I ain't, honest l11jun I" Bob reassuri>d "Jest you come d o wn au' tell me the r sou r ce 1 sprung frum, an' ef I don't do ther fair thing by you, prowidin' 1 make a strike myse lf, yo <'.an sell mo out at ther r::to o two cents a quart, fer sp'iled oy ste r s Gum now, jes t g i ve us a good lift fer oust ., Maloney, SI'., contemplated the bottom of the pitcher, which Ile !lad just succeeded in ompty infi with a thoughtful gaze 'Tbem be a little duck of a saloon on Swnn son street," he said, that could be bought wid all tbe stock au' fixtures for a hundred dollars. II' ye'll b1y tha loikeso'tbat B obby, b'ye, I'll be afthe r tellin' ye what yez be aft.her \tant in' to l!:f'JOW,,, "Well, I guess not," Bob retorted. "I ain't lnwestiu' in r u m-sh ops m.vself. T ell ye wbat I'll do. Ef ye'll tell me wbo'e r my parents, an' who ye got me frpm. an' go with me an' swear to e t, if nectssarv_, I'll give yer all ther swag a;ot salted away-a matter o' fifty cents, CH.APTER XII. CONCLUSION. THE girl was sc pcsitie, that BoE's B ob 8('1'11: ed inc lined to accept the incvita ble, e nd ofl'el"iu;; his arm, they strolled er :--ou or not.,"' h e obS('rved, scanning the gj1J and her elegant cos tume critic:illy. "You let t brn1 c u rse s me out o' Fa_vette' s h ouse, mid I'd 'a' been 1::::.t at fer bologna, by this-time ef et J111dn't been fer Fox and 'Script." "Ob. Bob! I was really powuless to h elp you," the girl replied, earnestly. "or I t-bonld bavo done so. The madam sbut me up in a room, and threatened to murder me, if I betray ed them." "Mebbe," Bob accepted, rather dcubtfully. "Annyhow, ye wouldn't make er reg'lar Buf fier Bill heerine. or you'd a-sailed right in, shirt s leeves an' stockin'-feet, murder or no murder, an' r.eskued me in ther midst o a tabler o' colo

80 bA.i:I girl, because I worked for a viper," she said, hist.ea onless et's in a goli cup set wi' di'monds. but such is not the case. I'm every bit as "Spect that will be my fix too, when I git as big good, as when I used to be and know Don't contemplate steppin' off, qo a bit more, too. To prove that I am loyal to ye Sal!" you, I'm going to tell you something that will l, Yes, I do," the girl replied, merrily, "an' open your eyes." I've got my man picked out, too." -"All right. Sail in. IJm allus open fer ey&-"Phew l Who is he?" openers," the Bootblack Kmg replied. "Ef ye Why, y o u of course, you goose l Who else can prove ye are on my side, 'stead o' Madam do you suppose I d have, but you?" Fay;ette's, all right; an' ef ye can't you've got "Dunno," Bob answered, dubiously. "Didn't> ter bounce." know I was marketed yet. 'Spect you're "Very well, l will bounce, if I cannot prove gittin' ahead o' yer calculations, ain't you? my fidelity. -You see, madam and I disagreed "Not a bit of it, Bob. We used to be lover because of the nonpayment of wages that were like toward each other, when our positions in due me, and she told me to skip out, and make life were relatively not so very different-you room for another. So I skipped, fetching with blacked boots, and I scrubbed sidewalks. I pro me some of madam's secrets, which I have acpose we continue the same relations toward quired, from time to time. Here is the latest each other now. I'm an orphan, and I likeyout plan to git rid of you. I heard the madam and and it's your duty to like me and take care or Mitchell discussing it, this morning before I the widc,ws and orpbans. What do you say: left. It was expected by them that you could won't you have me, if I'll have :vou!" be found at the Centennial, to-night, when the 'Spect l'll have to cogitate on that. Guess I fireworks come off, as nearly every one who ain't old enufl' ter assume famerly 'spons1bilities can raise a half-dollar will be here to witness the yet. Dunno much 'bout 1'1mmen an' galst any. display. A spotter will be put on your track, how-never hed enny luck a-shinin' arounu 'em. to keep near watch of you, and about the time Got more slop-bu c kets an' s crubbin' brushes the fireworks begin, a cabman will come to you, fired at me than ever I did luvin' glances, enuff in great haste, telling you tha t he was sent with sight. Spect I never was cut out for a mash, his conveyance to bear you to the Turnover nohow." mansion, where Judge Turnover lies stricken "But, I like you, just the same," the girl per with an attack of apoplexy, and wishes to see sisted, teasingly, "an' you've eitl:Jer got to make you before he dies. Of course you follow the me Mrs. Boss Bob, or l'llsue you for breach of coachman, get into his close carriage, and find promise." yourself a prison e r in the h a nds of Mitc h ell and "Sue an' be hanged l Guess I can't be drove. the madam, with no prospects of ever seeinj? the Tell you what I'll do. I'll consider, an' ef I don't light of day again." conklude ter take ye, mebbe I car: git ye a job, Bob gave vent to a whistle of surprise. over at Turnover's." "So that's their gaine is it1 Well, we'll see "Good! D o so, and that will suit me just as about that, mebb e I got out o' thei r trap once, well," the girl said, with a laugh. "Maybe I 11.nd I r ecko n I ain't a-goin' ter fall inter it ag'in. can get Turnover himself. Anything so that I Much oblig ed ter ye fer tber p'ints o' the case, get a nice, stylish man, who has the scrip to sup Sally, an' we'll takf. a look around the witbA" nia!, afore we go to Turnover's ter plot ag'in' Bet a clam ye ken't git the r judge," Bob tber madam an' Mic key Ange l-oh Mitch. Guess muttered under his breath. H e's hed one at I orter ther treats, hadn't I, too'I'' tack, an' I guess it soured on hi s hands, au' he And with the liberality of a young king of won't be apt ter want ernuther blizzard." finance, he fairly load e d his pretty and affable A c lose carriage stood, that evenin, upon companion down with present3 and candies and Elm avenue, near the foot of Georges Hill, so-forth, until she was forced to beg of him to just as the grand display of fir eworks was desist. They first visited the Main Building with about to begin-not one carriage alone but a its acres of wqndrou s exhibits but finding it too hundred or more vehicles of every description crowded, crossed over to Ma c hin ery H a ll, and laden with those who had come to witness the lnspecte::l the pond e rous Corliss Engine, the di s play, without paying the admission fee to the looms, the ivory working machinery, and hun-grounds. dreds of oth e r nove lties, after which the y vis ited The first mentioned, however, was a stylish the glass works, and viewed the marve l o us workconveyance, to which was attached a stylish ings and artistic modeling processes of that won-span of horses, and the driver's seat was unoccuderful art. pied, Miss Cora was delighted. for with hundreds Just about the same tinle that the signal-rocket of other native Philadelo hiaus, she bad never :was fired, three fig ures pressed through tho before visited the Exposi tion. crowd, and approached the carriage-being nf "If I wish to get married, I'd just be crazy other persons than Judge Turnover, Fox, tilt t.o have some of thes e beautiful designs of F erret, ancfBoss Bob. glassware," Cora said, squ eezing Bob's arm, TQe latter sprung to the driver's seat, and 110 suflgestively. "Aren't they superb1" sooner had his two comptmions entered the veDunno about that," Bob replied1 taking off hicle, than be wheeled the horses about, and his "plur" hat, to give his head a dlg. "'Spect drove down the avenue as rapidly as the density I'd ru.ther hev silver an' gold Glass will do of the crowd would permit, very well fer co=on folks, but I No quicker had Turnover and Fox entered the !.t"'.er stummick nothin' but gold an' sliver. carriage, than they closed the door behind them 'Lysses Grant-they sa.y lie can't take and drew revolvers, for, as Bob had wsrnecJ <


To117 Fox. the Ferret. "1!n, tbeY fotllld themselves in the presence of )f.adam F'"ayette and Mit.chell "Quiet, now,'' the New York detective 1!8id, stemly. "Don't dare to make the least resist ance, or I will call in the police to help me. You are my prisoners until I have orders from Judge Turnover, here, for your releruie." '-,_.. )1 the name of Fury, what doe" ' mean'!'' 'l\,tcheii uemanded, exr:itedly-and both he and Madam Fayette shrunk to the opposite side o f the coach, as if to escape. But the deadly gaze of Fox's r evolvers caused them to desist from any such attempt. The tableau within the car riage, which was lighted, was n ot, however, -.;'isible to the outside crowd of people, because the windows were closely curtained. "It means," Judge Turnover said, sternly, 11 that your villainous schemes Boss Bob have been nipped in the bud, and that ;you are now at my mercy, with the gates of a prison staring you in the face. All your criminal se crets are known to me, and you have me to look to for hope of mercy, as it is in my power to consign you to the dungeon you so richly de serve, or to set you at liberty. Which I shall do, I do not yet know; for the present you both go with me to my home1 to await my decision. God knows, I never calculated that I should have to make a criminal captive of one who was once my wife." Fayette did not reply, but sinking back upon the seat, buried her face in her hands, and began to weep. Mitch ell also resumed his seat, with a growl, f100ming inclined to accept the inevitable, rathe1' ,l;han make'a useless r esistance. Unde!' Bt>ss Bob's skillful driving, the carriage soon reached the ju.dge's mansion, and the BoOt black IUng dismounted and opened the door of the convayance. "Here we are, gents an' ladies, he said, with c omical bow. "Turnover, now, an' tumble t&ut as fast as you please." Fox and the got out1 and motioned for !he madam and Mitchell to rollow, which they did. Then. all parties entered the mansion, and i:ame to a halt in the parlor, where a strange was presented. A coffin was mounted upon stools, in the cen c;if the room, and within it, in a costly shroud of lace and flowers, r eposed the remains

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