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IN SUBSCRIBING for Goop NEws always state what number you desire your subscription to begin with, as we commence all Subscriptions with No. 2 in the ab- sence of other instructions. Special inducements made for large clubs. all letters should be addressed to STREET & SMITH’S GOOD NEWS, P. O. Box 2734. 29 & 31 Rose Street, N.Y. Contributors to this Number. “Down the Slope,” by James Otis. “The Cave on the Island,” by Oliver Optie. “Cadet Carey,” by Lionel Lounsberry (2d Lieut. U.S. Army). ‘Reckless Roll,” by James K. Lennox. “His Own Master,” by I, P. Miller. “On Land and Sea,” by Wm. H. Thomes. “Only An Irish Boy,” by Horatio Alger, Jr. “Swipes,” by **Frank.” (Comic.) “Around the Camp-Fire,” by Harry Horr, ‘What Shall Our Boys Do?” by Charles Barnard. “Wanted to go in Style,” by Max Adeler. by Harkley “Learning Self-Reliance,” Harker. “Wild-Cat Jim,” by M. Quad. ae Cn an ey HIS week we present a gold medal to Fred Tuger, of Baldwinsville, N. Y., who risked his life to save Miss Maud Mahan. It affords us great pleasure to present this medal, and we hope he may always wear it as a slight token of our appreciation for his noble and manly deed. (From Baldwinsville, N. Y., Gazette.) A NARROW ESCAPE. Between twelve and one o’clock, Wed- nesday afternoon, June 18, 1800, Fred Tuger and Miss Maud Mahan, the latter a young lady about 17 years of age, both of whom are employed in J. C. & J. CG. Mil- ler’s knitting mill, were standing on the dock near the river bank, somew iat back from the electric light station. The whistle had just blown for quarter of one and Fred had turned to go toward the mill, .when he heard Miss Mahan exclaim Oh!” and turned to see her fall into th water. In an instant he had leaped in to the rescue, and as the place was but a short distance above the dam both were rapidly borne down toward certain death ’ in the seething waters below. When the oung man jumped to the rescue Miss ahan was still under water, and before GoonDp she had come to the surface he had clasped one arm about her body, fortunately with her arms at her sides. He held her closely to him and she had no opportunity to seize hold of him. It takes some time to tell it, but it seemed only an instant be- fore they were carried down to the dam ready gone over, when Tuger grasped with a death-like grip an iron ring in the dock- ing. Here he clung with a strength seem- ingly superhuman, while one arm kept the young lady from going over the fall. W. I. Coates, an employee of the mill, was a witness of the scene, and at once rushed to the rescue of the young couple. Henry Keenen also saw the catastrophe from the river bridge, and, hastening to the dock, assisted Mr. Coates in getting them ashore. Tuger refused to be taken out until the young lady was safe, and was so exhausted when rescued that he fainted. Miss Mahan was unconscious when taken from the water. Both were tenderly cared for, provided with dry apparel and later taken home. Neither feels any serious effects from their involuntary bath and their escape from death is a cause of heartfelt thankfulness. The water is very high and pours over the dam like a young Niagara Falls. Mr. Tuger on his act of bravery. Those who have observed the place where the accident occurred aver that seemingly not once in a thousand times could the same thing occur with such fortunate results. In an interview with Mr. Tuger he in- formed a Gazette representative that the young lady claims to have been seized with dizziness and being near the edge of the dock fell into the water. He says she fell in on her side and went under imme- diately. Whatever the cause it was a close call all around. BALDWINSVILLE, June 20, 1890. Messrs. Street & Smith: DEAR Srrs:—As we see in your valuable ees that your “Goop NEws HUMANE OCIETY” rewards deeds of heroism by the presentation of a gold medal, we, the undersigned do declare that the first medal should be given with honor to Mr. Fred Tuger, who risked his life in saving Miss Maud Mahan from drowning, it was. certainly and act of heroism on Mr. Tuger’s part, and for which he is congratulated by every one, I would say Mr. Tuger is a young man with the best of character, and held in esteem by all who know him, and we sin- cerely hope this medal will be rewarded to him by your paper. Enclosed find ex- tract from paper, which will give better account then can be written, it is taken from the Baldwinsville Gazette, the lead- ing paper of the village, and its authority is as good as gold. This article is signed by us in good faith and in honor of the bravery of Mr. Fred Tuger. Respectfully yours, and success to the society and your paper. We remain yours. M. D. Voorures, Newsdealer. CHARLES B. BALDWIN, Editor Gazette. N, E. BArtuert, Book-keeper. EuGENE D. Myers, Notary Public. “Good News” Humane Society. ——_-4—— HEROISM TO BE REWARDED. ———e——_——-. ECOGNIZING the fact that there are a large number of heroes who are never rewarded in any way for risk- ing their lives to save others, we have formed a “Humane Society” in con- nection with Goop News. The above cut is a fac-simile of a solid gold medal which will be presented, suitably engraved, to all who become members:of the above society. We also intend publish- ing in the columns of Goop News, an account of the deed which entitles one to wear this emblem of heroism. . To do justice to all and avoid any decep- tion, we will have to take extra precaution, and we must therefore have an authentic statement from a reliable source that the party in question jeopardized his life in a good cause, The existence of this society dates from May, 1890, and notice cannot be taken for heroic acts performed prior to the-date of organization of this society. After the 15th day of May, if any of your young friends are entitled to become mem- bers of this society and receive the gold | medal described above, write out a full his- tory of the event and have it witnessed and | signed by three responsible citizens, and a | notary public of the town or city where it | happened. There will, no doubt, be a large num} er of our young readers who may~ perform some act of heroism and yet not be a life- saver. ‘To all those we will give honorable mention in the columns of Goop News, The medal is intended for life-savers only. ot and their bodies, feet Foremost, had al- | We feel to congratulate | NEWS. Learning Self-Reliance. eee (\y/IM, my boy,” said my mother, “the tNf horses are sold. You will have to oF} walk home from school now. And 2 you will be the only protector that Hitte, your little sister, will have. Be careful; but don’t be afraid when you come through the gully by the pine trees. Nothing can harm one whom God takes care of and who is learning to be self- reliant,” My mother did not say all this straight off. She sobbed it out. For the reason why the horses were sold was that my dear father was but two weeks in ‘his grave. I was but eight years old, yet I ut this and that together enough to now, in my childish way, that, tome, strange mystery of life—namely—we were now poor. I sobbed with my beautiful mother, you may be sure. But that morning I trudged away with my fortune made. That lonely ;evening of winter, as the sun.set early and left the gully amid the pines very dark, I braced up, j held my little sister’s | hand hard. |of excitement and grief rolled silently down on my jacket, but I did not cry aloud. No, we were learning to take care of ourselves. We, who. had’ never been allowed to go out.of ‘the door yard with- out an attendant, came through the woods all safely and alone. It made a man of me, if ever I have been ‘one; it was the beginning of a discipline, rough and harsh, that I have since imposed on my- self. Under God’s care, rely on yourself, Never ask another to do for you what you can do for yourself. The above incident was related to Hark- ley Harker by one of the foremost men in the United States to-day. He believes it worth repeating, and has secured the privilege of setting it down here, sup- pressing only names. And may it not be added that loving parents, who have the means, often overdo the care they bestow on the children, “lest. they get hurt, or lost’? Are there not many—oh, so many—who go beyond their means loading themselves up with burdens that strain father’s wage and break mother’s nerves,'to ‘save the chil- dren the need of caring for themselves? Should not a little fellow have some chance at self-reliance while he is growing up? He will have need enough of it later on. Is there, on this earth, anything more heart-breaking than the condition of a pampered child, girl or boy, when sud- enly orphaned! She knows nothing of self-care. And the dead hand can never be lifted again to defend her. How much better had she been at least taught to go round the block alone after dark, or repair borrowed garments, or read the face of a stranger. A beautiful fight shines on your path, boys and girls. It is a lantern in an angel’s hand. God _ keeps-a clean-hearted irl with His own drawn sword. You do cnow a bad face on the horse car, you do know a mean voice that accosts you in the twilight; much clearer often than older people. You shrink from evil. You like and dislike by “feeling” a danger, You can do very much in boyhood and girl- hood to cultivate the habit of self-depend- ence. Not that you should ever reject relieve it. There is a sea captain whose face is a favorite on his famous steamer as it enters ort along the Atlantic shore somewhere vetween Portland and New Orleans I must not tell you where. But all the trav- eling world knows him, and the magnifi- cent floating palace of which he is in proud charge. When he was a fisher- woman’s little son, one day the smack lay at the Gloucester dock pene ne and the father went ashore leaving the lad in the cabin alone. It anes that some dis- agreement between the fish-merchant and the child’s father called both men toa justice’s court that afternoon, and every- thing was in chaos at that dock as the uaben A sheriff was seen by the smack’s mate coming down the winding street pre- sumably with papers of attachment. It was known to be a case of intended wrong under guise of law, and of course the mate sympathized with his absent cap- tain. Rushing down into the cabin the mate saw the boy of ten years, and half in pity, half in perplexity, he exclaimed: Would to God you were your father?” “Why so?” asked the boy. “Because he would order the hawsers arePen and we would skip to Boston out of that court’s reach.” “T’ll order it done,” cried the lad, “I'll answer for father.” “I do not dare,” muttered the mate. “I might get into jail.” uick as lightning the boy was on deck, and had givén the orders to the sailors. The smack floated out on the tide which ran like a mill race. The mate. then made sail, “to protect her from the rocks,” and the smack was in Boston the next morning. Justice was done the poor captain, The I remember that the big tears |’ parental care, but that you should seek to eee nest egg of a now comfortable fortune was saved to the family. The money is large invested in a line of steamers. The self reliant boy is the commodore of the fleet and a chief owner. Few boys would have had the clear eye to see and the ready T@ liance on self, when, in the right, to have done that thing. Be sure you are right Then dare anything. And begin early learn. HARKLEY HARKER: ——-—- ~~ © -@ -- / Ticklets. Se BY CHARLES W. FOSTER, ee Discrimination. Mrs. Gossip—‘“‘ Anything new to-day ?” Mrs. Knowall—“* Yes, they say Mr. Blinks killed his wife.” < *‘Shouldn’t wonder. [ll just bet he did, t00-. “And they say Mr. Finks has given a large sua © of money to an orphan asylum,” ‘‘Hum—I don’t believe it.” An Item of Interest. First Vasser Girl—«The paper says that iD Maine spruce gum is held at $180 per barrel.” | the ‘ Second Vassar Girl—‘ Y-e-s, but we haven't 180”. Contract Tours. “oh First Traveler (in Europe)—‘ Hello, George? Where you going ?” Second Traveler—* Don’t know.” “Where you been ?” ‘Don’t Know. I’m on a ‘personally tour.’” A Fatal Fault. at Jinks—Finemind doesn’t seem to get along i all. Whatisthe matter? Is he behind the timers Blinks—‘‘ Worse. A thousand times worse: ahead of them.” Clear as Crystal. 4 Fool—‘What’s the cause of all this port weather ?” aD Wise Man (with dignity)—“It is caused DY area of low barometer.” Cause and Effect. tle Little Country Girl (pointing to a tender Ht dude)—*‘ Mamma, what’s that ?” yp io Wise Mother—That’s what comes of livid = flats.” Death’s Worst Terrors. he Bliffers (to his best girl)— The worst about ip death of poor Whiffers is that compromising ity ters were found in his pockets, I should awfully to have such a thing happen to me. cat? Miffers (a rival)—“ Yes, Biiffers, take good of yourself.” conducted Pot-Hunters, oo First City Boy (proudly)—‘‘ My pa’s been off a hunting trip. My pa is a sportsman.” very Second City Boy—‘So is mine, he goes @ year.” pot “Does he? Say, ’ve heard pa talk about iit hunters. Sportsmen don’t. like pot-hunters, a don’t know why. Do you?” ” “Yes, It’s because pot-hunters is so cruel. “ Are they ?” “Yes, indeed. Whenever they shoot they something.” A Distinction. 0 Fond Mother— Mercy me! Look at your! Were: you fighting ?” Af Small Son—‘‘No’m; but the other boy was- The Rivals. pis Lover (dolefully pointing to a piece torn rom" F trousers)—‘‘ Look at that. Your dog bit me. 40. 1} Sweet Creature—“ Did he? Poor little Fi suppose he is jealous.” In Doubt. nest Bicycle Dealer—‘ Here, sir, is one of the mee J machines we have. What do you think of t Young Man (who wants a bicycle but has ) mount One)—‘Don’t you think the—the whe —a leetle narrow ?” 1 Afraid. ts {0 4 Clty Sportsman—“Seems to me the rabul these woods are very shy of me,” tps Pot Hunter (with full bag)—“ Maybe they you’ve got aclub.” Not Up to Standard. Foreman (newspaper office)—‘ Want Ss compositor, eh? Are you a good speller? Printer—‘‘ Well, not very, but——” y wh? Foreman—“ You won't do,