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‘OWEN CLANCY’S CRUN OF LUCK;

 or, THE MOTOR WIZARD IN THE GARAGE.

, By BURT L.

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CHAPTER I.

OVER THE RIM‘ ROCK.

Honk, h- ~n—l<!

“Look on there! ]un1p—+jump!”

High above these sounds there broke a startled yell.
Owen Clancy, who was tramping along the road with his
coat over his arm, not only heard the yell, but caught
one tragic glimpse of a figure soaring through the cloud
of dust, dropping in a sprawl on ‘the rocks, and tl1cn‘roll—
ing_ over the edge of the cliff.

“Great jumping horn toads l” gulped the red-headed chap.
coming to an astounded halt, every nerve in a quiver.

A ,“Right over the precipice, by thunder! That felIow’s done

for, and no mistake. The man behind that steering wheel
ought to be pinched! He didn’t give the fellow in the

trail any chance at all-—just ran him down and made hiin
,, jump over the edge of the cliff.
 cpr hasn’t the common decency to comeback and see how

Now the driver of that

much harm has been done l”
The scene of this reckless automobile driving was a

l‘ trail leading toward the city of Phoenix, Arizona. It was

one of those mountain-and-desert trails which lead for
miles over thirsty, sun—scorched plains, and occasionally
climb to dizzy heights by narrow, hail-—raising spirals

I clipped from the mountainside.

Clancy, at the high point of the trail, had been crossing
a rugged, bowlder—covered uplift. At his left was a blank

 w.all,.a hundred feet high; under his feet was a” shelf,
. jharely wide enough for the road; and, on his right, was a

precipice.
Those heights overlooked a dusty stretch of flat desert,

V. 7 -at whose farther edge could be seen the rooftops and spires
‘X.’ (of Phoenix peepingout of the green treetops. The city.

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from that distance, presented a most enchanting view, and
Clancy had paused to look and to admire.

“Wonder what sort of luck I’m going to have in that
town?” he had asked himself. “l’vc got a notion it is
going to make or break me. Well.” and he frowned reso—
lutcly, ‘.‘if it breaks inc, l’ll make good somewhere else.
I’m the head of the family now, and it is up to me to show
the folks back East just what sort of 21 littlc,lred—headcd
brcadwinncr I am. .l’ll-—-”

He broke off his reflections abruptly. From behind him.
and altogether too close for comfort, came the; toot of
a motor horn.
the loud run of a motor.

Clancy, always quick to act in an emergency, gave one C

leap for the blank wall at the trailside, and flattened‘ against

it. Not an instant too soon did he accomplish this, for. l

are he could draw at full breath, a big, black car lurchcd
past, the mud guardé almost brushinghis knees;

It was a six—cylinder machine, built to carry seven DIAS".

sengcrs, but there was only the driver aboard. Lightly

iballastcd, the huge machine jumped and swayed on that

dangerous path in a manner to make the heart jump,
But there was something else that made Clancy’s heart
jump. He suddenly became aware of another pedestrian in
the road, a fellow. he had not seen before. -
In the instant of time allowed him for making observ-
\'I1l.‘i0I1, Clancy saw only that the other foot traveler was
a youngish chap, and that he was loitering along uncon~
Scions of the speeding car behind him.  C.
-The driver of the machine did not slackcn gait in the

least. but contented himself with merely sounding the horn,
Vlfildly Clancy cried out for the stranger to jump, Tlic C’

stranger, casting,,,onc frightened glance over his shoulder,
jumped without: delay--abut in the wrong direction.

Accompanying the sound there burst forth C

  

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Alighting on the edge of the cliff, he fell and rolled——
over the edge. The car ‘raced on and vanished behind a
t / shoulder of rock, leaving a cloud of dust to mark_ its pas-

sage. Clancy ran forward, hardly shaken by what he
_ firmly believed wouldpturn out to be a tragedy.

The dust was flicked away by the wind, and, as the air
cleared, Clancy fell to his knees on the §:1iff’5 edge.

“Hello!” he called, in a voice husky with apprehension.

There was no answer, and the gruesome fears of“ the
red~headed fellow increased. Some of the dust was rolling
below the .brinl<. of the wall and he could not see elearlY~

Straining his eyes downward, he shouted again.

shout. It Came up through the thinning fog/of dust and
was strong and, apparently, from near at hand. The fellow
who had rolled over the edge had not fallen ‘CO the bot-
tom of the cliff, after all,

“Vv'here are you?" demanded Clancy.

“Yin where l’1n glad to be, but where I wish I wasn't,”
was tlierather queer response.‘ “Feller t.liat’s born to be
hung or drowned, howsomever, a.in’t goin' to he put out
of hus.ii1ess‘ by a chug wagon and a bit‘ of up—a11d~r.lowi1
wall.’ Pard, do somethin’ for me. ‘I r._lon’t reekon I can
do EL thing for myself, and the position I’m in  right
_iuberoi-is.” ' 1 l A ‘ ‘

By then,‘ the dust had entirely cleared away below and
a strange speetaele presented itself to’ the eyes Of the lad
on the'b1'in‘k.' " I '  C’

Ten‘ or fifteen feet down, the ‘steep, smooth wall was
hro'l<en’by a shelf. The'shel’i was no n‘1:’ore '—tl1an a foot
and a llalf in width, and in stunted bush was growing at
its edge‘. The st,ranger’s body had met the. ’obst‘ructi’oL'n in
 fall, and was now lying ‘on the sl1elf,lweclg’edf~'in
tween the bush_ 21ll(lrtl1C face of the cliff. ' ' T

T-lie strangier lay. quietly in Lliis"p<*,;rilot1s berth, half on
his haela: "with face upturned.‘ He icould not have ‘been?
m-:>re than seventeen or eighteen years of age", and lieswore

Lliiglhheeletl boots. ~ V t l .
,Tllose'ieiowboy boots,'constructedL ‘for ridingirather than
for walking, had undoubtedly got‘ him into his claiiger‘-"
ous -preclieainent. ,'l?h.ey ha<l,given~himvno firm footliold
in aligliting from his sudden jump, and he had fallen an
rollfiil from the." edge of the cli=Ff..L..  L  L  . _ r r
L “Get up on your.Lfeet_l”_’called Clancy, ,“I’ll lower my-V
‘ ~ self as...far_.as 111111 and try_,to ta_keL.youLrLhanLcl. and, pull

you L
better imitate 3 gpifice Of bl0Omin’_-bFiLck—a.—,braw on a 1n_antel—
 shelf. If Iget to.sg,u-irmin’, .that.Lhit of bru§l1_.p1,;lls out and
7 , 1etsime.*dC;twn,. See. how itis 3.. , Throw down a rope.”  V
‘/‘I haven’t a rope.” L  V . ' L .. L ~ . j A L«
‘,‘_-Then. by.g1o.ry;, I opinefxl was born tolse busted in
~ iraggyments at the foot of this ‘here rclift.’ Why. evertairfi;
‘ you_.geLt.a,_rope?.” '. - C

. * he_.t00.k a very peculiar viewef the situation. He wa..sn’t
, fl‘iglitf;l1€i§l'==*%.3,t least not seTC;.lancy would notice it. _
‘.‘¥o,u’ve get-Ate up and yourself somehoxvl:”1dcelarec.l..
‘ Clancy. /‘Straight-en yeurself uprlg<ht.alo.rtg thelvwall and

L reach as high as youean. . l\;la~yhe,our l1_'ands- will mcLet;.”
~.“Bush is givin’ ?’way_,” was the answer. “I1 can feel it
'pullLin’ ‘out. “ One» thing I want you should do: fo1*'‘me, .
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LL e".What.’s thiat?’-’  7

    

‘This time he was electrified by hearing an answering

’st;icl~;ing straight out at right angles to the cliff wall. Clancy_

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a fetclecl shirt? of blue flannel, corduroy trousers,"an<l tight, -

“Nary. DaI.'d,”i came the answer. :‘i‘il reckon as how vI’i_l——

. L do.wn..and the L.().l;lL1§31'LI'€3.Cl'lB(.l up,L.butLa foot

5 l The stranger seemed. composed enough. certainly, _

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“Find out who that cimiroon was that was clrivin’ that
gas cart; then scalp him, and sayyou done it for James 
Montague Fortune, which is me. Adios, pard. That
blamed hush can’t stand the strain much longer."

“Oh, take a brace, can't you?” Clancy answered sharply.
“If you’ve got to drop anyhow, you might as well do it
while trying to save yourself. Here, look l” V ‘

With his left arm around a bowlder at the cliff’s edge,
Clancy, flat on the ground, was reaching his right hand
downward. L

“See if you ean’t get hold of my hand,” he went on.
“Do that, Fortune, and I’ll pull you up. Come on, now. ‘
You can make it if you try.”

»‘‘You’re the most per-sistenest person I ever seen!” gr.uLm~.,~
bled James lVlontague Fort-une. “You can’t even let alfel?
let‘ fall down a cliff in peace! VVell, if you’re set on it,
Til. make a stagger to get up, but I’m a~tellin’ you_.it’s a.
powerful small piece o’ standin’ ground I got, and it tips
the wrong way and is smooth like it was greased. Here’s ,
where I caper. Reckon I might as well shoot off into the] L 
dizzy void as to ‘go rollin’ down the face of them rocks 
with a measly h_andful of Chaparral.” . 

Slowly, and while Clancy held his breath and .waited.,
ifortune began. twisting hirnself into a sitting posture._ The
hush gave a sudden heave, and its top. bent until it was

 

\.\'l1oopecl in an agony of fear.
him calmly. L , . t L L
“Told you l." he called. “Couldn.’t even hang‘ a persim~
mum on that elump 0’ brush without givin’ it the wiggle.»
waggles, and here. I’m .tryin3 to balance a. hundred._ and
fortylipounds on .it. .Don’t take no head for.’r.ithn_1atec to
figger, o\it what’s goin’ to happen, I’m givin’. myself 4a.
minute. and a half- How much do you give me?” C i_ i 7 ii
“I’d like to give you a »punch,,’’ howled ‘Clancy, “for . 
wasting. time when you haven’t an instant to spare! Get i  
up!‘ Reacli. for.my.hand‘!  Quick!”  i ‘ ~ t i ‘
.‘‘.A.in’t youthe funny whopper, though!
I get up and fall off.” i _ V .4 _  _ .  - ,
\;VithL 3,. quick, wiry, contortion, Folftune hoisted himseilfi
erect and hugged the srn.ooth, steep wall Lwith ‘both arms. . ‘ ,
A.»btisl’1el..of rock and débris went;-boiund,ing downwaird. g _ 
from tl1e.‘~shelf,'b._ooniing and. echoing into the ‘deiptl,1s;;   
TlL1eJ..l)l.lSi1...W€L:nt,. tooL,_L.Land.__F.o_rtune,  his absurd boot's,i
was balanced on a_,sli.ppeLr_y foothold, witl1,a gulf,L,beloLw  

The other looked up at.

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.‘lDarned .-if I. can savvy_this!” he _11’L1u1'ml11‘_€d- “I’rn here. < i
yet, faih’t_ 1?”. .~ . _ . u . . ' . . " *
“Take my hand!” shouted Clancy.  L, ..   . , _ _ ,
This was something Fortune could not do. ,O.iL1e reached
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“Splice. out that arm about» a foo_t,Lpard,”t_said Fortune,
“ar1d:we’ll make it.” A V  - ‘ V ' C
“I’Lll do it I” declared Clancy.
longer!” ’ - L  .L.  
He drew back from the edge, hastily unbuekl¢d..tl;¢,b¢1t L
about his waist, removed it, buckled  onee mare,‘ gfgd. ‘
then, clinging tightly. to the .1eather loop. lowered it every
the tiliff. ‘ V V ‘
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a tone of surprise, as he squatted on the edge of the
precipice. “Wouldn’t ’a" believed it possible nohow.

Clancy gave him the “handle,” and the two shook hands.

“Now that you’ve pulled me out 0’ that diffukilty,” re-‘-
marked James Montague Fortune, “what do you opine to
do with me, huh P” ‘U

. CHAPTER II.
JIMMIE FORTUNE.

Fortune had the sort of good—natured face that reflects
an easy—going disposition. He was about as handsome as
Owen Clancy, which is the same as saying that he would
never be hung for his good looks, but his face was at—
tractive for all that. His nose was a “snub,” and his eyes
were "narrow, and crinkled all around where a perennial

asmile had puckered them and left its marks.

Handsome is as handsome does, always, and it was safe

to say that James Montague Fortune, while a peculiar

chap in some respects, possessed a’ cheerful soul and a

nature most companionable. '
“What am I going to do with you?” repeated Clancy,

studying Fortune with humorous eyes. “That’s not my

business, is it? This is a free country, and you’re your:

own boss.”

“Sure,” was the reply, “but I’m tired of bein’ my own
boss. It’s too big a job and I ain’t able to swing it.
I’-rn right smart of a. feller, Clancy, and husky and able
more’n I can tell, but I’ll be dad-hinged if I’m much of
a success. How’d you like to sign me on for my board

 M and keep and, say, fifty plunks a ‘-month? Huh?”

’ Clancy. threw back his red head and burst into a laugh.

“Where’s the joke?” asked Fortune.

“What use have I got for a chap like you?” Clancy re-
turned. “Why, .I’m looking ‘for a job myself. That’s
why I’m going to Phoenix, Fortune. And I’m walking
to save stage fare from Mesa.”

“Didn’t know but you might be a Vandefeller, or a
Rockybilt in disguise,” grinned Fortune. “I've Worked

for purty nigh everybody in southern Arizona, and I jest
I don’tlseem

wanted to add you -to my list of employers.
able to hold a job long. Shortest time I was ever hired

I and fired was fifteen minutes, and the longest time was two.

That's a bully name, ain’t it? Never
done me no good, though. If you can’t hire me, mebby
you’d like me for a. pard? I’ll be your compadre jest
for my board and keep. How about it?”

Clancy shook his head. i

“I’m going to have all I can do to corral my own board

days. Fortune!

,  V and keep, Jimmie,” he answered. '

.“‘H’rn,” mused Fortune, rubbing his chin. “You're the
‘While I was on that ledge, down there,

rou said somethin’ about punchin’ my head. Re kon
3. ‘i

‘you could get away with it P”

“I don’t know,” said the surprised’ Clancy. “If you’re
as good as you look I’d probably have a handful.”
Fortune got his feet under him, stepped into the road,

if _ and put up his hands.

_ “Come on!” he called.

“What do you mean?”
t “Can't you tell what I ,mea‘n jest by "lookin’?” was the
cheerful response. “Take\‘holt 0’ me and slam me down.

 A Betiyou can’t.”i

“You want to fight?”

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“One or t’other of us goes. on his back in about two
minutes.” Fortune began hopping around in his high-
heeled boots. “Hit me in the eye!” he begged, sawing the
air with his fists.

For a few moments Clancy was astounded. .Fortune’s
grin was wide and inviting——in fact, he was about the
pleasantest slugger Clancy had ever seen.

“Cut out the foolishness,” said Owen.
have I got to fight with you?”

‘.‘Shucks! You got to have a reason for every blame’
thing? Climb my neck-—~if you got the sand! Ain’t I
beggin’ hard enough?”

Abruptly Clancy made up his mind to enter heartily
into the spirit of the affair. So he sprang erect and sailed
into Jimmie Fortune, whom he had just saved from being
dashed to pieces at the bottom of the cliff.

I Thump, thump, thump!

“What reason

The sodden fall of fists was heard during a sharp give-A

and~take. Clancy, who had forgotten more of the"‘science”
than Fortune ever knew, had all the best of it. Fortune
clinched; and then Clancy, with a fine excmplification of
the old reliable “double grapevine,” laid his antagonist on
his back in the middle of the road.

Fortune got up with a joyous laugh, caressing abruise
on his chin with onehand, and, with the other, wiping
the dust out of his, eyes.

“I reckon you’ll do,” said he. “You’re as good as you
look, Clancy. and then some. Let’s be pards, huh? We’ll
travel together, and l.’ll look after imy own board and
keep. I’m for Phoenix to find a livin’, same as you. VVhy
not make a stab at the ‘old pburg in double harness? . I
could jest love a ‘teller that slammed me down like that !"

Fortune was so delighted that his mirth was infectious.
Clancy saw no occasion for all that abandon of happiness,
and yet it was impossible not to join in his companion’s
rollicking mirth.

“All right, Jimmie,” said he, “we’ll

V be pards, and we’ll
go on together. I

Suppose we travel?” V

“I allow we’ll have to travel if we ever reach Phoenix.
Pasear it is, Raddy!” '
Side by side they continued on along the treacherous
trail. .

“I got to uncork,” remarked Fortune, “and tell youvmore r
Some folks calls me a desert rat, but that.
there’s a libel. I'm jest a rollin’ stone, but I’d stop rollin’ P

about myself.

blame’ quick if anybody ’u’d hire me and keep me
hired.”
“Why don’t you stay hired?”

_ “Mainly because I do the wrong thing while ketchin’
onto anew line 0’ work. 7 An assayer gave me a chanst
in Prescott, and set me to grindin’ at a muller board. I
tipped over the table and busted a carboy o’. sulphuric
acid, and got run out 0’ the place. That’s where I lasted
fifteen minutes. ’Nother time I took a throw at a general
store in Tempe, and believe me, I was busy—izzy' for one
hull day. ‘ Store was crowded and I had to belin about six
places to oncet. The boss reckoned he had a prize, from
the wayifflew around; but he changed his mind when he
diskivered ,I'dL left the spigot o’ the molasses bar’l open.

The floor 0’ the back room was ankle deep in sweet stuff,

and the old man made a pass at me with his foot. I
dodged the foot and he slipped and went down. in the
biack strap. He rolled over and over, and when he chased
me through the front door of the ‘Emporium’ he had
gathered up purty nigh everythin’ in the storeilike a piece.

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0’ fly paper. A bolt o’ calico. a couple o’ feather clusters,
fifteen or twenty pounds 0’ cr:ickers—~oh, I can't. begin to
tell all the stuff that was stickin’ to him. The damage
was right considerable, and I ain’t had the nerve to go
back to Tempe since.”

Clancy enjoyed Fortune’s reminiscences. There was no
doubt that the wanderer drew heavily on his imagination,
but that merely made his recital the more interesting.

“It's been a year since l tackled Phoenix,” went on
Jimmie. “I worked that hunch of adobcs up and down
and across, but maybe some of ’em have kind of forgot me,
What held of industry are you
aimin’ to hit. l3ricl~; Top .7”

“\Vant to get a job in a garage,” said Owen.

The other looked at him with quickened interest.

“You bug on the motors .9” _

 “\Vell, you might call it tliat.” laughed Owen.’

“.\'ever tried ’em myself. Looks like a promisin’ field.
\Vonder if we couldn’t'get jobs in the same garage?"

“;\laybe we eould;_and then, again, maybe there isn't
a garage in Phoenix that has a place for us. l have a
note for a thousand dollars that I want to collect from
the proprietor of ‘:1 garage i'n———— W'hat’s the matter with
you?" demanded Clancy. breaking off suddenly.

Fortune had come to a deadtstop in the trail. He
stared at his new_“pard,” thenicraned his head forward
and put a hand behind his ear.

“Otra vez!” he murmured.
A note for~—how much?”

“Thousand dollars.”

“Gee-wollopsl I didn’t know there was that much dinero
in the world. And here you tune up and allow you
couldn’t hire me at fifty plunks a month l”

i“T'he note doesn't belong to me,” Clancy explained,
“but to my "father. The folks need the money———and I
may have a hard time collecting it. You say you have
been in Phoenix, Jimmie?”

“I was there good and plenty for six months.”

“Ever hear of a man named Rockwell——Silas Rock-
well?” 

Jimmie gave a startled jump. “\/Vow l" he yelled.

“Know Rockwell?" continued Clancy. '

‘‘He’s my Uncle Si, but he never had no use for any. a

the rest of the fambly. Sort of an even thing, Red, ’cause

, none of the rest of the fambly ever had much use for him.

He runs the Red Star Garage, on First Avenue, andyhe
was never knowed to pay a cent if he could dodge or. run
away. If he owes your folks money, then you better for-
get it. You can get blood out of a turnip quicker’n you
can get cold cash out of Uncle Si. My people knows
him by the lovin’ name of ‘Old Rocks,’ and-«—-”
Fortune’s voice trailed off into silence. He and Clancy
were standing on the slope of the mountain, near the place
where the trail left the uplift and straightened out across
the flat desert. Fortune's eyes were fixed on something at
the foot of the descent—-something which seemed to hold

' , him spellbound. .

Clancy, his wonder aroused by_his companion’s behavior,
dropped his gaze to the foot of the slope. What he saw

 there surprised him.

The big automobile, which had so recklessly swept past
him and Fortune on the heights, was at 3. halt at the edge

 f 1 of‘ the brown, dusty plain. A smaller car, facing the other

way. was drawn up beside the six-cylinder machine.

Two men had got out of the small car. One of them .

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was stoutly built, well dressed, and of middle age. This
m:.1n’s panama hat was pushed back on his head and he
seemed to be violently agitated. The driver of the large
machine was on the ground. and to him the stout gentle—
man was addressing himself. The other man hovered
around in the background.
This third member of the party at the foot of the
slope was tall and thin, and wore a linen duster, a cap,

' and had a pair of goggles pushed upon his forehead.

“Great 'umiin’ tarantulasl” <‘/as ed liortune. “Talk of
J l, as

the Old Nick and you hear him a—snorin’. Red, that
man in the duster, down there. is Uncle Si! Wotildn’t

this rattle your spurs?” _

“\Vho’s the other man, Jimmie?" queried Owen.

“l’m by; but the fcller that other chap’s talkin’ to is
the one that drove me over the cliff! Wlioop-ya! Right
here’s where I get even. V\/atch my smoke!”

With that, Fortune rushed down the sloping trail at
top speed. Clancy followed him swiftly, calling out as
he went: ,

“Don't do anything reckless, Jimmie! Look out, or
you'll get yourself into trouble.” . .

“Somebody’s goin’ to get into trouble, all right.” Fortune ’
flung back, over his shoulder, and raced on.

CHAPTER III. i ,

THE MOTOR "WIZARD.

 Clancy drew nearer the group at the foot of the
slope, it became apparent that the stout gentleman was
“laying down the law” to the driver of the big car. Rock-
well continued to hang discreetly in the background.‘

into this group Fortune plunged like a whirlwind. In
halt a minute he had laid violent hands on the chaufi’eur,
and the two fell to struggling with might and main. ’ V

The chauffeur was older than Fortune. although about
the same size, and he protected himself with a good deal
of vigor. in spite of his utmost efforts, however, the
wanderer threw him an:d dropped on his chest with both
knees; then, as he drew back his‘ list: to strike, the stout 7
man grabbed his arm. ' ,

_ “Wliat do you mean. you young savage?" the man cried.
“Here, Rockwell! Help me get these two apart.”

Rockwell helped, and so did Clancy.‘
the two antagonists were dragged away from each other
and held firmly at ;a distance. Their glances crossed
angrily.

“If it’s a fight you want,-” snarled the chauffeur, “Pm
wiTling to accommodate. No one can jump me like that
without takin’ his medicine, by gorryl”

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In a little time, .

“Y’ought to have your face pounded in l” shouted For- "

tune. “You run me down on the narrer trail, up the

mountain, and l had to roll over the edge 0’ the clift to i

get away from you. What d’you mean by wha1in' along
a road like that, without ever givin' a feller who’s hoofin’
it a chanst for himself?" T _ ‘

“Look here, Dirk Hibbard,” called the stout
teninga stern glance on the chaufieur, “is that what you
did?” i. ~ C ," 

“You can’t believe that w-help, judge,” answered Hibw

man, fas-

 

bard.. You know I’m a careful driver. Hefs making up , t

that yarn out of whole cloth.
the Gabriel-——and heknows it!” ,

“Slowed up!” jeered Fortune. \“You tore pastpriiedat-A

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' motor in shape! Likely yarn!
in excellent condition, for the car is disabled and can’t
l turna wheel: Why_don't you fix it?”

‘take this car back to the

forty miles an hour.
pealed to Clancy.

“Yes,” said Clancy, “it’s so. He sounded the. horn, but
never slackened speed-at all. I had to be quick to get
out of his way.” I ~

The judge favored Clancy with a keen look. Evidently
he was impressed by the youth’s appearance and truth;
fulness. I

“Well,” remarked the judge, “maybe Hibbard deserves a
licking———but he’ll get worse than that before Vin done
with him. You keep hands off,” he added to Fortune; “lI’ll
not stand for any rough-house.”

He pushed Fortune away and nodded to Clancy to take

Ain’t that so, pard?” and he sip»

I charge of him and restrain his hostile ardor. Clancy at

once passed to the side of his friend and caught his arm
restrainingly. Rockwell, who did not seem to recognize
Fortune as a relative, got off into the backgroun<'.l once
more.
I “So,” went on the judge, in scathing tones, again giving
attention to Dirk Hibbard, “you take my car out without
permission and go over mountain trails with it at forty
miles an hour! What have you to say for yourself?”
“Judge Peml)roke,f’ answered Hibbard, .“thcse two hoboes
are pullin’ the wool over your eyes. I don’t see why you
are taking their word against mine. You know me, and
thcy’re strangers. Is. that right?” p I
“Did I, or did I not, tell you never to take that machine
out of the garage without permission?” flared the judge.
I “Why, yes, but--—” A '

“You knew my wishes. To-day you thought I was

going to Prescott, and you deliberately disobeyed instruc-.

tions. I changed my mind about going north and tele-
phoned the garage for the car. Rockwell told me you
had taken the car and gone north by this road. He and

3 I followed you, and found you at the foot of the mountain,

with the car disabled. Where have you been, Hibbard P”
C’ The chauffeur wore a guilty look, but he made a show
of defending himself.

“The motor wasn’t workin' well, judge,” said he. “and
I took the car over the trail to get it in shape.” I

“Oh, you did!” answered the judge. “You took it over‘
the mountain trail at forty miles an hour~—just to get the
You seem to have got it

‘‘I’m trying to,” answered Hibbard, “but it promises to
be a long job. I don’t know justwhere the diffic lty is."

The judge whirled on Rockwell. ‘

“Can you locate the trouble?” he asked] “I want to
garage————I’ni not going away and
leave it here.” , ‘

The garage proprietor came up to the machine.
sides of the hood had been lifted, and he stooped down

4 and looked the motor over critically.

“Engine seems all right,” said he. “Maybe there’s no

“gasoline in the tank.” a '

“Tank’s half full,” returned Hibbard, with a} scowl.

“Then maybe the c:arburet0r—--——”

“Carburetor’s in apple-pie’ order,” averted the chauf—
feur.

_ “All that being the case,” went on Rockwell reflectively,

,- “I reckon we better hitch a rope to the machine and haul
5 it back to the garage for an overhauling.”

-_lCIancy’s keen eyes had been going over the motor.
At a glance he had located the difiiculty, and he was

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amazed to hear the garage owner and the chauffeur as—
scrt their ignorance of it.

“The troubles plain enough,” he
locate it from here.” .

Instantly the red—headed fellow captured the complete at:
tention of the judge, Rockwell, and Hibbard. ,

“You must be a wonder!” sneered Hibbard. “I’ve been 
drivin’ a car for four years, but maybe you know a heap , 
more’n I do. . You act like one of these chaps that know A
it all!” p A’ '

“Are you a mechanic P” inquired Rockwell.

“l\/lechanic!"' jeercd I-Iibbard. “He’s an expert. Can’t’
you tell that by lookin’ at him? Regular red~headed
fix it. You don’t know what’s wrong, Rocks, and I don’t.
Let’s see if he can go ahead and make good.” I

Clancy, under this fire of ill-natured talk. kept his
temper well in hand. Fortune grew rcstive, and was
plainly eager to give Hibbard as good as he sent, but his
“pard” checked him with a look.

“It doesn’t take an expert, nor much of a mechanic, to
tell what is wrong with that engine.” said be. “If the rest
of the car is in order, I can settle the difficulty in thirty
seconds.”

“Wow!” cried Hibbard, with an ugly laugh.
wizard, a regular motor wizard.
desert, and—-—-—” -

“That will do i” cut in the judge sharply. “What is
your name, young man ?” he asked, turning to Clancy.

Clancy told him. Rockwell, when he heard the name,
gave a start and looked at the lad more closely.

 

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“He's a
He rolls up out of the

“You say,” continued the judge, pulling a gold time-
piece from his vest, “that you can make my car ready for
the road .in thirty seconds. Go ahead and make good.
I'll time you.” A ‘

Clancy smiled as he stepped forward.

“All right.” said he. - . , _

He bent down and manipulated a couple of wires‘ lead— , 
ing from the magneto to the spark plug. Then he straight- A
ened up. ‘

“That’s all,” he remarked. ‘

“'You’ve got fifteen seconds more,” said the judge,
“Go on.” ' ‘

“It’s all over, ‘judge.
all.

The wires were crossed, that’s
Easy enough to see and easy enough to fix.” "C
Rockwell and Hibbard exchanged a quick glance. It ,
was a significant glance and did not escape either Clancy _
or Fortune, although it was entirely lost upon the judge. 
“You niean to say the trouble is remedied?” inquired
Judge Pembroke incredulously.

“I think so,” Clancy answered, “providing the rest, of"
the car is in condition. The crossing of wires from mag-s p
neto to spark plugs will disable any car.” , . ' ” I

“See if you can crank the machine.” I I -. ,

~Clancy lowered thesides of the hood, fastened them in I
place, and then walked back and adjusted the spark. One
spin of the crank set the engine to humming. ‘

“Well, by George!” exclaimed the judge; ‘‘and‘neith,er »
Rockwell nor Hibbard could tell what was wrong! What
do you know about ‘that?’_’ he asked, turning. to the
garage. proprietor. V ' " 

Rockwell merely grunted and began cranking his own
machine preparatory to a return to town. Hibbard’s face,

 
      
     
   

ously shown toward Fortune had seemingly shifted to

over the steering wheel and did not speak.

f‘bI.‘0l<€ is one of my best customers,” he went on.

I _ my business, and I’m liable to lose his trade.
I I’m sore about your butting in.” A
' ' There was something here which Clancy could not un-

I

Clancy. Like Rockwell, however, Hibbard had nothing

to say.

“I suppose you” can drive a car, Clancy?” the judge
asked. .

“Certainly,” was the reply. ,

“Then I’d like to have you drive me back to town.”

“I don’t want to take the place of your chauffeur,
judge,” said Clancy, “and, besides, I’ve a little business
with Mr. Rockwell and would like to ride with him. VVe
can transact the business very nicely on the way to town.”

Rockwell. who was behind the wheel of the other ma-
chine, shot another Ejuick glance at Clancy.

“I reckon I’ll take the rumble seat 0’ the other car, a/nd
ride with you, pard,” spoke up Fortune. I‘

“I reckon you won’t,” snapped Rockwell. “You’ll either
ride with the judge, young man, or else you’ll walk.”

Judge Pembroke seemed surprised at this ugly show
of temper. '

“You’re welcome to ride in my car,” said he to For-
tune.

“Wait for me at the garage, Jimmie,” said Clancy, “pro-
viding you get there before we do. If we get there first,
r11 wait.” ’

“Correct,” returned Fortune," and climbed into the ton- .

neau of the judge’s machine. i
The judge, with no very good grace, motioned Hibbard

to climb to the driver's seat, and then followed and took

the seat beside him. .
“I’ll see you again, Clancy.” called the judge, as the
big car started off. “I want to have a talk with you.”

Clancy got in with Rockwell, and the smaller machine’

got under way. For several minutes Rockwell sat bowed
At last he
thawed out enough to remark:

“I wouldn’t have had that happen for a hundred dollars! I

What business have you butting into my affairs? If it
comes to that, what’s your business with me, anyway?
Come across with it.”

CHAAPTER IV.
CLANCY GETS A JOB.

There was nothing friendly in Rockwell’s voice. In fact,
his very words showed an enmity for which Clancy was
at a loss to account. I

“I was helping out the judge,” said he. “I didn’t know
I was butting into your affairs.”

'“You made Pembroke think Ididn’t know what was
wrong with his car!”

“Well, you didn’t, did you?”

I “Think I’m a fool? Think I—-—-—” Rockwell broke off
suddenly, as though realizing he was going too far. “Pem-
“He
keeps two cars at my garage———that big one and an elec—
tric for his wife. You’ve made him think I don’t know
That’s why

derstand. If Rockwell knew’ what was wrong with the
judge’s car-——and it was foolish to think that a man who
ran a garage could not locate so simple a ditiiculty——-then

» . why thadn’t he fixed the motor instead of offering to tow

the car in for an overliauling?
Clancy, who was quick-witted, fell to wondering if Hib-

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money from the judge for “repairs” that were not needed.

The chauffeur had shown that he was not to be trusted, W.

and Clancy had heard stories of Rockwell which were far
from being a credit to him. ,
All this, however, was merely guesswork. Knowing.

J nothing absolutely, Clancy reserved judgment.

“I’m sorry if I did you a bad turn, Mr. Rockwell,” said
he, “but it seems queer that Hibbard wouldvmisrepresent
things to the judge, and—-———” ,

“Never mind that,” cut in Rockwell. “You made a
show of Hibbard and me before the judge, but that’s done
with now, and l’ll _see if I can’t smooth things over.
Pembroke seems to have taken a fancy for you, and you

can help me~—and maybe Hibbard, too——by keeping away

from him. VVhat’s your business?”

“I like to work with motors and I want a place in a
garage. I was going to Phoenix to see you about "it. Have’
you a place for me?” ‘

A look of relief crossed Rockwell’s face and his voice
took on a more friendly tone as he answered:

“I’d like to give you a job, but hanged if I see how
I can. Got more men now than I know what to do with.
is that all?”

“No,,"j said Clancy, “there’s something else.”

Rockwell grew uneasy again and his former gruffness
came back with a rush.

“What else?” he grunted.

“You know a man‘ named John Clancy, don't you?”

“Yes.”

“Well,
name."

“Your father was killed in Mexico, wasn’t he P”

“No. He went down there to save some of his invest—
ments and just managed to escape with his life. He’s sick,
and in bad shape, aiid I've sent him, back East to recover
his health.” - 

“I see. What about his Mexican investments?”

“He lost everything he had, down below the line. The
revolutionists cleaned him out.”

“Too bad, too bad !” murmured Rockwell. “John Clancy
was well off, and a good sort of a man. But what’s all
this to do with me ?” ‘

“The way things are now, Mr. Rockwell,” pursued
Clancy, “the governor needs all the money he can get hold
of. He let you have a thousand dollars and you gave
him a note for it. The noteis long past due, and I’m
here to collect the money.” _

Rockwell’s brows wrinkled in a hard frown.

“Wliere’s that note?” he demanded.

Clancy drew an old black wallet from the breast of his’
shirt, operfed it, and removed an oblong slip of paper.’

“I-Iere,” said he, pushing the paper over the steering
wheel and under the eyes of Rockwell. ‘

I’m John Clancy's son. Owen Clancy is niy

The latter pushed up his goggles, stared at the_note for  o
a moment, and then pulled the goggles down over his_ If

eyes again. . -

“That’s the paper, all right,” he observed. .“Why wasn’t’
it presented when due? I had ihe money to pay it, then,
but I’m pretty badly crowded just now.” ',

“You’ll pay it?” asked Clancy hopefully.

’ “Always pay my obligations, if I’m given time enough.
But I can’t do it right off, Clancy. You’ll have to give me
a week or two to round up the money.” ’,

Clancy returned the note to the wallet and the wallet

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“I want to close the matter up as quickly as possible,
Mr. Rockwell,” he answered. “You see, I've got to find
a job right away, and get busy. I haven’t any money to
waste loafing around. If there is no garage in Phoenix

that can find a, place for rne, I’ll‘ have to ‘go to some other

town.” . , A

Rockwell remained thoughtful for several minutes.

“Ever work in a garage?” he asked. 

“No,” was the answer. “Up to now I haven’t had to
work. Dad has had plenty of money, and I was attending
an academy andgetting ready for college. When the
crash came, I had to quit school and look for work. The
care of the family now falls on me, andwand I’-ve got to
make good.” ‘A A V .

“Now that I know you’re John Clancy’s son,” said
Rockwellyslowly, “I’m inclined to do more than ordinary
to make a place for you. That thousand I got from your
father on my plain note helped me over at mighty tight
pinch, and that’s.mainly the reason I’d like to be of some
use to you.” A , A

Clancy was surprised and delighted at the expression of
these sentiments. From what he had heard‘ regarding
Rockwell, heexpeeted to find in the man a cunning, -un-
scrupulous personwho would he exceedingly hard to deal
with. A Yet; here Rockwell was showing a gr-ateful~ disposi~
tion which did not tally with the reportsof hvischaracter
which had come to Clancy. ~ ~ ~ ‘ . “ ‘

If Clancy could have, seen the gu-ileful light»-in Ro<:k—
well"s eyes, it is safe ‘to say he would not have been so

pleased. ,But‘th,e goggles hid the_ga_rage owner’s eyes; and

the youth was left in the dark as to what was passing in
the man’s mind. - . _ up  i  2 . "
:“l’ll appreciatje-anything you can do for me,” said Clancy,
with feeling. ,    . A y. A . =
“Are you wi.'lli1lg.i.0-Clo‘ what I telliyou -to, and to keep
your mouth shut?” asked Rockwell. 1 vi ; s
“I’ll obey orders, of course’, and clothe bestfl can. As
for talking,.. l’ll»-close up’, like; a elain about everything
that concerns youand your l.)t‘lSli1‘l<_3SS":fj’,,_~_A,' _  ,-.r  
It was; an honest, I strvaightfmwardi answer,‘ butfite failed
tomake 'tl1e.*proper' impression on :R-oekwell somehow; ~

“The garage business is “peculiar,” .rer5ri7arke’d Rhoelqwcllf
“Toima1<e anything at-‘all, tlieiproprietor of a garage lias .

tioipulla lo't__of iwii'*esI.'” Nmv-,lJtidge"P‘embroke jius-t wallows
inhiohey, and he wants ‘h'isVca,rs ~in_”the best condition al~’
ways. "».l’vé. 1 been "at. '-him ‘for a" long-~ time to getthat big»
machine overhauled, but as long as it"ru'ns fairly well he
seems to .be' sat’isfied;i"i T-ha‘t’s7 ‘the’ way "witli car owners,”
and a cornplaining note 'e’n'ter‘ed the man’s voice. “‘Ik.11ow,
a ‘heap better ‘tharrthe judge, what’s best ‘for his car, and
if I «-do:’1’.t"do‘ sor‘neii7t'i'n’kerin‘g'with' it before long he’ll

, have a bad.'spi,l1‘on the road. I Can’t make" him see" thai.
though.‘ In order to ‘get that machine and put 'it’in"AgI

ordeal had to resort to tact. ? Get me?»”~
“TeC.t?*’ echoes‘ tC1aiicy.' ‘ ‘ “ l ’ ‘  »
“That’s the word. ‘I. was doing its all for tlie-‘iri<l?gs{ I
knew those wires»we_recrosaed;. and. .s;o..d~id, hI.ih‘bard.‘ ‘What
Lwas after was to t.ow..t.he big car backlsto Phomia‘ and
out it in atéplcwpie order.) Hlibbard and I: were ,w.c.>rk.ing

‘ . together. Of _course,-  had to give Hibbard a bonus; but

then, all chauffeurs draw down a. c,ommission’o.n about
everything—.-they expect it, and ifa garage proprietor don’t
pony up, they’ll work it so the car finally lands in. some

, other garage. ‘I When things like that happen, Clancy, l
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,to fool Clancy. The redwheaded chap was badly disap~

good; that’s. all.”

A anti‘ span {tom recent grooming, -was-;just sliding .thr;ough ,

. his breath.‘

l he had.r1o.i§lace open for ,.Claincy”a’t’- all ;,af»t'er~h,e saw‘ ‘the.

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maybe I can find a place, for you. If you can’t bc~—-
er~»diplomatic, there isn’t much that I can do for John
Clancy’s son. What about it?”

Rockwell was plausible, but he was not plausible enough

pointed. Rockwell was crafty, if not downright dishonest.

“I guess you don’t want me, Mr. Rockwell,” said Clancy.
“I. haven't been brought up to stand for that sort of thi.ng.;’-’

“Boshl. You’re too thinsskinned. Business is bufiiness, , A
y0ur1s fellow, and nowadays a man has to be mighty 7 
shrewd if he makes good, It’sprinci_pally the rich. men V
who keep cars in garages, and it’s necessary to kefip their?‘
machines in i:rim—-even if you have to use tact, once in
a while, to get permission to overhaule car. As for the
driver’s end of it.~——well, maybe that’s plain graft, but it’s
legitimate so far as the garage owner is eoncerned.- If
he keeps his customers he has to pay the driver his
hit.” »

“I need work.” said Clancy. “but 1’me.oing~‘to hesquare , ,
If I can’: make. soad without stealing. than I won’: niake  

 

Silence, settled down between, the two. The ear ,1;oll.ed4
into Washington Street and along it to First Avenue. As
it turned into the avenue, the front of the ga,rawge_was_
brought plainly into sight. A big red star;l1ung_ over the
door. -Above the sta«_r_,werc the iwords,-"‘Red,:;$tar Ga.-
rage,’.’; and, -below’ it»,tho attractive legend, “Free Air.”

The garage was an adobe structure, but itlooked rather-
impos_i;ng,sa.nd prosp;e1'oi,1s_. A nian in greasy overclothes
was outiin front, filling a radiator. :’\‘1‘10tll€1’_C€i1‘,‘_Splfiii

the bi-oacl d,o.orway{into the street.  -. » , r  . V.
lnzpfront otthe building, on a bench, sat Judge, Pen}? 
broke and Jimmie Fortune. .'Evidentliy.-;thcy_were wairi_-mg A
for,«.iC,~lancy to arr1'_Ve.; Rockwell muttered somet-l_1ing wider 
his breath,‘ «   c _.   _.  , ~ “ A
" ‘fI’llA give you a job as<n7iec_l1anic's helper at _fifty<a, month
to start,” said he, “and I’ll trust you to do the ri-ght thing
by me. Is it a go?" . ‘
I “Yes,” Clancy answ_ered. _“\./Vl"leIVl"«'r11‘l1 I to begin 2*” \
‘‘TO-morr0W m0rnin5g:’’-l3i~'~'-v» :  C’ -- A ,
As Clancy got out-iofflthe car. in the garage, he turned
to find. Judge Pembrolee at his el ow. * W _ _ AL  p  ..
i‘“5T’V‘¢‘;.5U~°>fi‘<lis¢1?{31'$é<li3i.i'bl?!ar.d;   is . “M3 if 
another driver.“ I’ll_ “give you sev”enty—fiv_e fa ‘nioiitli toltisfork L A
for_me,__Clancy. 1.lN_illyOl1iiE1'.l§t?Utl1€ place?"  A  
C ‘Cla"ncyi,“'forla moment, was’,lff$tulniped.’f  H y ,
,‘‘I’m sorry,’ sir," he_answered’,”“h'ut_"I’y\e just hire-§1‘.iout, l

 

is Al\/Ir;5‘Roc1<'well.” ‘ ..
5 ‘.‘You’re not half as sorry  am,” saiidiithei  be
ing away, “If you,,don’t like  here’, come .a”r_id’lisee,"rne.” A
e ‘Rockwell, “just;g’ettifig"out* of"the_. car, chuckled. "uzider A

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th0uSa11«Cl-dyfiollar n.ote,.he.suddenly discoemvredy thathlie could .
puthim on'»thei.yp'ay..roll,,_providing he could gloA.lais' work
and keep his own counpsel; _a‘nd,.fi’nally,_when Clancy .(3f_‘._{-.
elinecl the position it he must .turn his. back on his .pri,n~..

   

 
 
 

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V a design in these shifty tactics, and that the design under-

went changes as Clancy developed his aims and_in‘ten-
tions. .  ' ' , .

As the judge walked off, leaving Clancy poorer ‘by
twenty—five dollars a month because of his promise to
Rockwell, Fortune saw a chance and took quick ad-
vantage of it. _

“Hold your bronks a minute, judge,” he called, hurry-
ing after Pembroke. “I’m big for my size and old for my
age, and I reckon I could pull down that seventy—five allee
same Clancy. What do you say?” - V

The judge paused and cast a reflective eye over Jimmie.

“Can you drive a car?” he inquired. e ’

“Me? Gee-wollops! .Say, I invented cars. If the dia-
phragm gets crossways of the razmataz so that the needle
valve back fires, I can fix it in ten seconds with my eyes
done up in a cloth.”

“Bosh !” interfered Rockwell.’ “You don’t want a thing
‘to do with that good—for-nothing, judge. I happen to know
him. He can’t tell a radiator from a bale ofhay.”

“I don’t think you’ll do,”V said the judge to Fortune, and
walked‘ off down the street. , V
lV“You’re a fine uncle for a’ wanderin’ boy that’s tryin’

.to.Vget a foothold!” cried Fortune, turning on the garage

owner. “Out with a hammer and knockin’ the rest 0’
the fambly as per usual.- I'f.I had {a dispositionlike
yourn, blamed if I wouldn’t go down where the boats
come in, and Jump off!” . . . , A V V
“You get out 0’ here!” shouted Rockwell. , ,
“When I get good and ready. Ijain’t,in your old
chug-wagon corral, but out in front. You don’t own the

V streeit;'I reckon. If you don’t like.my comp’Vny, start your
?feet‘and change locations.

Whoosh! Say, if I was as
mean, and back bitin’, and as full 0’ low—down schemes
as you, I’d be glad to bob up in straight and honest sas—
siety oncet in a while jest”/to ketch a breath 0’ good air.
I’d—————~” . ’ ’ ’

Rockwell,‘ red with rage and muttering to himself, did
‘not pause to hear any more, but dived through the front
door of the garage. He looked" out again. to cal1.to

Jr his new employee:

*“I’l1 expect you to sleep here nights, Clancy. If you
go away, get back by eight o’clock.-”‘ A
,“All right, ’sir,”y Clancy answered. .
Rockwell disappeared, "and Fortune dropped down on
‘thefbench and drew Clancy down beside him.
“Your locoed, pard?” Fortune demanded’. V
“I hope not,” was the reply. “Why?”
“What’s Old -Rocks payin’ you ?” t i A‘
;“FiftVy a month.” — ~ ' ' i
“Why didn’t you jump at the judge’s seventy-five ?”
.“Because I had already agreed to work! for Rock-

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“Why didn’t you turn Rocks down?”
.'V..“Whe11 I give a promise I try to stand by it.”

, e .1“Who’s goin’ to pin a rose on you for that? Old Rocks?’
. Fergit: - ill
beginnin’ to get the worst of it. What did he say about
,that note P” T V ’ .

He’s workin’ ‘a scheme, and already you’re

,“-Said he’_d pay me the money in _a week, or two.” ’ D
J “,I~Ietnever /will,yand all 'he’s doin’ is playin’ for time.
"You! and me can’t trot in double harness if you stay here,

_ Red. «I was sort 0’ bankin’ on takin’ your little hand
' in mine and goin’ out for a look at the universe. And?

   

 

here you’ve cut yourself off from Jimmie and Jonah first
clatter out o’ the box.” - ' ’ ’

“We’.ll keep track ofeach other,” laughed Clancy, “and
maybe I’ll be able to help you to ,a job before long. How
are you fixed for money, Jimmie ?”~ V ‘

“Money?” gasped Fortune. ,“What’s that?~ I ain’t on

speakin’ terms with a soo mark-ee.”
‘Clancy took ‘two silver dollars from his pocket and
pressed them into his friend’s hand. V I V
“That’s not much, Jimmie,” said he, “but it’s the best
I can do for the present. That oughtto keep you going
for a short time. ' I don’t think I’m going to like it at
this garage,” he "went on, dropping his voice, “but I’ve
got to sfay here till I collect the‘ money on that note. Drop
around occasionally and let me know where you are.”
Fortune looked at the two pieces of silver reflectively.

“You are the clear quill, Red,”«, he finally observed. '

“This here’s a grubstake, and that-means you got a half
interest in any vein 0’ pay rock I’m able to unkiver. Maybe
I ain’t named Fortune for nothin’, after all, and we go
snooks on whatever grows up from these two plunks after
I’ve planted ’em. Hoop-a-la!” V

The queer chap got up from the bench with a wide
smile, jingling the money in his trousers pocket. Just
as he started away, Dirk HiVbbard darted ‘around the cor-
ner of the garage and rushedup Vto Clancy. The fellowls
mannerlwas distinctly hostile,-and, in a flash, Clancy was
on his‘ feet. a . t T t‘ ~- ~ *

“I reckon you're plumb satisfied now!” exclaimed Hib-
bard, bitterly resentful. .   t , Vi ; I

Fortune, on his way toward Vi/ashington Street, halted
and faced around. ’ ' e 

“Vi/‘ell, yes,” drawled Clancy, looking the discharged
chauffeur squarely in‘ the eyes, “I’ve got a job an-deI sup-
pose I ought to be satisfied!”  ,

“You laid your plans to get old Pembroke to fire me!”

“It’s nothing to me whether the judge keeps you or fires
you, and I didn’t lay any plans. I’m working for Rock-
well and not for Judge Pembroke.” “

“You wanted‘to get my job for that muttonhead friend

.‘Of yours!” breathed Hibbard, through his teeth.

“Who’s the muttonhead?” demanded Fortune, stepping
forward truculently. “Me?” V , . I

“Keep off, Jimmie!” said Clancyn “Hibbard’s business
is with me, n-ot with you. I don’t care a rap about you,
one wayor the other,” he went on to Hibbard, “but it’s
my private opinion that the judge did a good piece of
work when he pulled the pin on you. I've an .idea that

you have been double crossing him ‘right along, and that

he has just begun to find it out.”

“Mean to say’ I’m a thief?” ‘asked/the otherhotly.

“Any fellow who will disable a car just to’get a com—
mission for having it overhauled isn’t ‘givingmuch at-
tention to the interests of his employer; what’s more———-——”

Hibbard’s face was ‘full of wrath. ‘Witha muttered
oath, he struck at Clancy with his fist.  ~
_ The red~headed' chap was not taken by surprise. 'He
had kept his eyes "on the chauffeur’s face, and he knew
that blow was coming an instant before it was launched.

Clancy side—stepped with the swiftness of lightning, and
the clenched hand found only space. Before Hibbard
could recover hisbalance, Clancy had struck him and sent
him to his knees. V

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lantly. “Pard, you found him! That‘ little surprise party

was somethin’ of a jolt. The cimiroon went gunnin’ for

more’n he expected.” ,

VVith a bellow of rage, Hibbard regained his feet and
plunged into the garage. The next moment a monkey
wrench came sailing through the door, but Clancy saw it
in time to dodge. Hibbard followed the monkey wrench
in person, armed with a hammer. His face was working
convulsively, and he seemed absolutely beside himself.

"I’ll kill you!” he cried huskily.

— Fortune leaped to take a hand in the S€t"_tO, but Clancy
ordered him back. . A
“Leave Hibbard to me,” he said; “I can handle him.”

Fortune, his eyes wide with’ apprehension for his “pard,”

retreated slowly, and ‘watched. I
What he saw was something of a revelation to him in
the art of self~defense. The red—headed chap gave a

. pretty demonstration of coolness and skill as opposed to
brute strength and unreasoning rage.

\/Vhirling the hammer in short, .vicious circles; Hibbard
executed a furious attack. Clancy stood his ground until
the fellow was close, then he sprang high into the air.
His feet shot out, and the toe ‘of one shoe landed on
the wrist of the hand that held the hammer. _The heavy
weapon went clattering to the cement walk. , ,

.’l‘he’n,qwhile the driverstood disarmed, Clancy sailed
into him with vigor andidetermiination. In almost less
time than it takes to tell of it, Hibbardwas tripped, hung
from his feet,- and cast against the adobe wall. I C

The force of\his fall dazed him, and he sat in a quiver-
ing heap, his back to the adobe and his eyes blinking up
at Clancy. _ , ,

‘‘What’s this?” called the sharp voice of Rockwell, who
came hurrying through the door. ,
~“Hibbard picked a quarrel with me,” answered Clancy
calmly. “His fists weren’t good enough, andehe went ‘after
a monkey wrench and a hammer.” ' .

The garage" owner looked down on the driver. ,

‘jHa‘v_en’t you got any sense atiall?” he asked’ sternly.
“Do you th’i_nk'you’re helping yourself any by this kind

' of work?”

Hibbard shook his head, as though to clear the fog
from his brain, and got up slowly. ' A ' 4 I _
I “Tliat ,r'ed~headed skunk has euchered me out of a job,”
he growled. _“I’ll get even with him, by thunder! If I
can’t get him‘ one way, I will another.” A I A -

. advice’ to you, Hibbard, is to sing. small,” ‘said I‘
’ Rockwell. ‘‘Don’t want to get yourself in the lockup, do

you?” , . .
“I don’t_ care a whoop Vvl1’ere_I get myself, if ‘I can saw

off even with that dub!’’_ ‘\
A He made another pass at Clancy with hisfist, but Rock»
well grabbed the doubled arm and pulled the baffletl chauf-
feur off along the walk toward the main street. Thetwo
presently turned the corner and werelosét to sight.
“Hibbard’s nomatch for you,~ Reddy,” .said Fortune,
“bjut you look out for him, jest the same. Hc’s the sort
that’11. hit from behind, and strike in the"dark.. ‘Mind

that !” M .

Clancy laughed lightly. , ‘

“-Hibbard can’t scare me,” he answered. “He’s sore be-
cause he lost his j’ob—-and l'1e’s blaming everybody ,_,but
himself.”

“While yo'u’re watchin’ him, pard,” said Fortune, “keep

 

. a weather eye out for old Rocl<s. He allers has :1 few

tricks up his wide and Howin’ sleeve, ahdl don't like the
looks 0’ things around these _diggin’s. Th.at’s honest.”

. CHAPTER VI.
.ROCKWELL’S SCHEME.

Hibbard sputtered wrathfully while Rockwell led ‘him
across the street and to a bench in the city hall plaza.
The bench was partly screened from passers-by by a clump
of tall oleanders. ‘ s

“Sit down, Hibbard,” said Rockwell. I “I want to talk A

a little sense into that ‘foolish brainiof yours, if I can.”
“I don’t want to do any chinning,” protested Hibbard.
“I lost a good job, and I want to get even with the chap
that stole it away from me. Pembroke paid me seventy-
five a month, but the ‘coms’ and—-t—er-——other things brought
me in a hundred and fifty, and sometimes two hundred.

I ain’t a—going_ to be pried‘ loosefrom that snap without

makin’ that red-headed robber smart for it 1'’ V .
“Oh, hush l” returned the garage owner impatiently.
“You’re talking at the top of your voice", and it would be
easy for some one to overhear you." That wouldn’t do, ’
l~Iibbard;i you know pesky well it might get you into
trouble.’’'‘ : I I » - I s
“Mei?” was the grim. response. “I allow there giresome
others ‘that would get into trouble, too.” He peered at
Rockwell significantly. “Eh?” — ,
“Never mindabout that,” wastthe uneasyresponse.
“Just cool off, wi-ll you, so we can talk sensibly.”
' Hibbardseemed to get himself better in hand. His
voice dropped,‘ ‘his manner changed, and he sank down
on the bench. if

“Did you give that red»headed buttinsky a job?“ he i

asked resentfully. . -
dyes‘)?

“If you’ve got any fobs to throw around you mighttoss’ 

one my way. Why-in._ blazes you want to hire _that

other yap?” - s» 

“I hired him to keep him from Pembroke; The 

judge was‘ waiting when we got back to the garage. But

he’ was tgo late. I had already taken Clancy into. my

employ at fifty dollars a month.” . . V ,  :
“Didn’t the judge «offer him what I was getting ?’v’n
“Yes,-" chuckled Rockwell, “but the fellow has got pecu-

liar ideas about business. He wouldn’t accept,the’judge’s ,  i

offer of seventy-five a month. whenihe had hired bout to
me for fifty.” . * _r
“I thought he was a fool!” grunted Hibbard. _
“He’s easy. He wants to be straiglit and square, he says,
zmd~-’—--”f  ._ .  V C .1 , .
-“And work for you l” struck in the other significantly.
“No comments, Dirk. I do as legitimate a garage busi-
ness’ as I can, but, with the commissions demanded by
you drivers, I have to figure close and use tact in order
to inake a living. If chauffeurs would play fair, garage
keepers.wouldn’t have to scheme .980 confounded hard to
make both ends meet.” *
“Pifflel” sneered liiibbard. “Everybody knows you're a
skinner, Rocks, and if the drivers didn’t make you whack
up with them you’d stuff all the ‘velvet’ into your own
pocket.” 4 I 1 ’

'‘That’s your way of looking at it,” Rockwell answered

patiently, “but you’re wrong. That has nothing to do with I

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' “That red—headed chump beat me out of a big commis—
sion‘ ‘on overhauling the judge’s rnacliine, didn’t he?’ I
was to get twenty—tiv,e per cent of the bill you ran up
on the judge, in addition to ten andhve on extra parts
for repairs. Whose scheme was that,‘ eh? You hatched
it,’ up and asked me to work it out for you. ‘ "Your new
I employee got next to the crossed wires. Now I’m out of

21 job, and the judge don’t even suspect that you had a

hand in putting the car out of commission! Is that right?

Youought to find a place for me, Rockwell.” _

I Thegarage owner did not reply at once. He appeared

to be turning something over in his mind.

“Why didn’t you let Pembroke take him on?” continued
Hibbard. “Then I could have "had this place you’ve given
him.” ‘ * ‘

"“I had to give Clancy a job,” Rockwell answered.
“Why?”  ,
Rockwell peered around cautiously. There was no one

on the graveled walks of the plaza, in their vicinity.
“There’s something you can do for me, Hibbard,” he
V proceeded. “I’1l give you a couple of hundred if you
3  pull it off. If you have a grouch against young Clancy,
‘ ‘ youcan wipe it out at the same time.” I
Hibbard was profoundly interested on the instant."
“Tell me about it,” said he. “I’d do anything to play
"I even with Clancy." ‘

‘Rocl<well’s face grew stern and uncompromising as he
A, J went on: _ J
"fix “it I let you in on this, and you betray my confidence in
 pf... any‘ way, you’ll get yourself into a peek of trouble, Hib-
I bard.” I I ' I / ' I

The chauffeur looked at him curiously.

I “When it comes. to handing out trouble, Rocks," he re-

turned grimly. "I allow two can play at that game. We

know too much about each other to do any doul_>le»cross-V
ing. Play square with me and _I’ll do the same with
. youf’ ‘ , ' '
i;“You’ve got such a blooming temper,” the garage man
hesitated, “that I don't know whc;-ther it would be wise to
trust you. The minute you lose the whiphand of your—
self, you fly all to pieces, and blurl out everything you
kpotv.”' I ‘ ‘ I I
= .“Don’t you believe it! I never blurt out anything tliait’.-s
V. liable to get me into hot water. int why did you bring
I ‘this matter up, if you think I can’t be t1'ustcil?’;‘
, “Well, I’m going to take a chance. You’re about the
only onelthat fills the bill -for this particular piece of

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 are the logical man. , I’ll have to explain a few de-
tails SO that you’ll get the matter straight. This Owen
_,Clancy, the fellow I have just hired, is the/son of a man
:‘named John Clancy. John Clancy hired cars from the
garage a good many times, and we got to know each other
pretty well. I-Ie’s arnining engineer, and picked up 21 pot
,of money. I unpderstandgthougll, that he has lost most
._ of it in Mexico, and that he has now gone back to his
‘home in the East, a physical and mental wreck. Young
Clancy is taking care of the family,” A
_ “What has all that to do with my work?”
W{‘i‘It has a bearing on it. Several months ago I was
;pr_euy hard pressed, and needed a thousand dollarsto see
vrnej through. I got the Amoney of John Clancy, giving

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lieved I never would'have to pay that note. Now,” and
the sharp lines gathered in Rockwell’s face, “_voun;_: Clancy
turns up with the paper: and wants the money."

Hibbard laughed "softly. ‘_ '

“And you‘ don’t want to cough up, eh?” he asked.

“Not just at present. What’s rnore, I-Iibbard, I don’t
-want any trouble on account of that note.” l

“You’1l not have any trouble. Everybody knowsthat
all your property is in your wife's name.‘ She" didn’t sign
the note with you, did she?” I

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“Then let Clancy whistle.” ’

“I »can’t do that. If young Clancy sues and tries to
collect, the publicity would be a bad thing" for theibusi—
ness.” I I I,’ I 4 '
“Why didn’t Clancy’s father deposit the note in the bank
before he went to Mexico?” "

“I don’t know. The thing thaticoncerns me is that‘

young Clancy is here with the note, and demands "pay-
ment. I have told him that I wouldptry and give him the
money in a couple of'weeks.” , A __ . 

“So,” remarked Hibbard, “in order to keep him quiet
and comfortable, you have given him a job. »Is that the
way of it?”

“That is partly the wayof it. ,So long as he has the
note, he possesses a weapon which he can use against me
at any time. Frankly, Hibbard, I don’t see how I can get
the money together ina couple of weeks.”

“Borrow it of Mrs. Rockwell.”

The garage owner winked. . '

“That is out of the question,” he answered. “I borrowed
the money of Clancy to pay a gambling debt, and I want
to keep the whole thing quiet.”

“VVhere do I come in? VVhat do you want me to do ?”

“Here's the way of it," returned Rockwell. “If I had
that note inmy possession--if I could get hold of it with-
out young Clancy’s l<nowledge——I could-—-——”

“You could tear. it up, and save yourself a ‘thousand
dollars, plus the interest,” said Hibbard, with an evil“ grin.
“I get you, old Rocks!” ' » ’

The other frowned. . -

“No, you don’t get me,” he growled: ‘‘You’re too ready
to think me crooked. If I had the note in my own hands.
and if it got to me without young Clancy’s knowledge, ‘I
could hold it until I was ready to pay over the money.
And, While I was getting ready, Clancy couldn’t make
me any trouble at all. I-Ie.’d simply think he lost the note,
see? I’d be white with him, too. While I was getting
the money together to take up the note, I’ll let him work
for me at fifty a month.” '

“Then, Coming down to cases,” observed Hibbard, “you
want me to steal that note from young Clancy, turn it
over to you, and get a couple of hundred for my tr.duble.”

“I’1:n not interested particularly in how you secure the
paper from Clancy. The moment you put it into my hands
I will give you two hundred dollars. It will be,worth
that to me to have two or three months’ extension of time
on the obligation.” , ' - , A

“Does Clancy carry the ziote aroundwith him ?”-asked

Hibbard, already beginning to figure on ways and means

for his rascally exploit. .
“Yes. It is in a blacl<iwa'llet in the br‘east'of- his flannel

shirt.” 4 I ' _ _

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the signif-.cant rejoinder. “I'm having him sleep there to
help out the night ‘man in case there is a rush of work.
You know all about the garage, Hibbard. The trick ought
to come easy foryou. All I want is a little more time
on that note———and this is about the only way I can get it.”

Hibbard, knowing Rockwell so well, felt positive in his
own mind that the note, once in the signer’s hands, would
be destroyed. The garage man had a way of giving a
plausible touch to his rascally undertakings that fooled
very few of those who understood his character. ,

“Are you going to help me, or aren’t you ?” demanded
Rockwell. ,

“I’m going to earn that two hundred, and get even with
Clancy, providing————-”

Hibbard paused, looking at Rockwell out of the tails
of his eyes.
, “Providing what?” the other asked. .

“Providing you give me young Clancy's job, or another

‘where the chance of a rake-off is as good, after the thing

is over. I’ve got to live--and where, in this burg. can I
get another job as chauffeur without a recommendation
from Pembroke?”

‘5I’ll take care of you, Hibbard,” said Rockwell.

CHAPTER VII.
IN THE RED STAR GARAGE.

As soon as Rockwell and Hibbard had disappeared,
Jimmie Fortune took rather an abrupt leave of Owen.
He walked rapidly in the direction taken by the garage
man and the chauffeur, jingling his silver dollars as he
went. _ ,

“I’ll bet something handsome he’s going to keep an eye
on Rockwell and Hibbard,” muttered Clancy. “Those two
fellows trouble him a lot more than they do me. Jimmie’s
a pretty good sort of a chap, though, if I’m any hand at
reading character.” T

Truth to tell, Owen had taken a great liking to the ir—"

responsible, happy-go—lucky Jimmie. The wanderer had
shown no great capacity for anything but celerity in losing
the various jobs" which he managed tci secure’, and yet his
oddness and good nature made him likable and a good
companion.

Clancy went into the garage and looked around with
considerable interest. One corner of the huge room was
partitioned off for an office. A couple of young fellows.
who looked, as though they might be chauffeurs, sat at
a table in the office, smoking cigarettes and playing cards.

The interior walls of the garage were painted white,
and marked off with perpendicular black lines, six or
seven feet apart. Cars of many different makes were
berthed between these lines. Other cars were drawn out
toward the middle of the floor and workmen were tinker-
ing with them. -

In an “L” opening off. the rear end of the big room ma~
chines were being washed. In another L on the opposite
side a sandy—whisl<ered man was Vulcanizing a tire. His

face‘ was smudged with oil and grease, but the flame.
striking his features sharply, revealed eyes that captured

Owe-n’s confidence.

-“You’rc the mechanic here?” the new employee. asked,
approaching the bench where the man was at work.

“You’ve hit it, son,” was the reply.

“I’m going to begin work here to—morrow, and I’m sort
qf looking around to getian idea of the place.”

 

The Oman leaned bacleagainst the side of the bench,
picked upa pipe, lighted it, and surveyed Clancy thought-
fully’ through wreaths of smoke.

“Don’t do it,” said he, shaking his head. “I don’t know
why in blazes Rockwell is hiring more help, but, that's
his business. I suppose it’s none of my business, either,
where you work or what you do, but you look to be as
square as a die. If that’s the case, then the Red Star
Garage is no place for you,”

Clancy was surprised at this bit of advice coming from
one of Rockwell’s men. He must have shown how he
felt, for the other went on quickly:

“Of course, I’m not yellin’ my advice to you in Rock»
well‘s ears. What I'm saying to you is strictly on the q. t.
If you've got a job here, chuck it 2” .

“But Mr. Rockwell made me an offer, and.I accepted
it,” returned Clancy.

“Did he say anything to you about ‘tact,’ and all that?”

“Yes.”

"Then you’re going into the game with your eyes open.
I guess‘ I didn’t read you right.”

“I guess you did,” said Owen. “I won’t stand for the
kind of ‘tact’ Rockwell mentioned, and I told him so.”

“Sufferin’.snakesl And then he hired you after that?”
. “Yes.” i 1

“I’m by! You must have some kind of a hold on him,
I reckon.’ This garage is a good place for a young fellow
to start on the down grade.
keep square y.ou’re> entitled to a medal. My name is Bar-
ton, Andy Barton. In case you bump into anything here
where you think a little advice would help, call on me.”

“l\‘luch obliged, Andy. My name’s Owen Clancy, and I
guess .I’m to take hold as oneiof your helpers.” 

“Ever worked with cars’ any?”

"Not in a garage. This is my first job.”

Is Andy Barton shook his head gruesomcly.
“I reckon I hadn’t better talk to you much, just now,”
There he i

said he. “The boss will want to do that,
comes,” and Barton went back to his work-

Clancy looked around, and saw Rockwell just coming. ‘ 

into the shop wing of the building. .

“Getting the lay of the land, Clancy?” the garage man

asked, pleasantly enough.
“Yes,” was the reply.

“This looks like a pretty good»
sized establishment.” ' l C '

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“Tlicrc are bigger ones in town, but I don’tthink you’ll

find. any much better. You’v,e met Barton? Good! H_e’1l
tell you what to do when you show up for work in ‘lithe
morning. Of course,” he added, as Owen strolled away
with him, “there are a lot of cars stored here that are
looked after by the owners themselves.
lars a month for space between two of those black lines.
The rent, along with the sale of gasoline and oil, is about
all the revenue we get from that class of customers. It’s
the big bugs, like Judge Peml3roke. who make the busi-
ness worth while.”

He opened a door at the rear of the big room and visit»

cred Owen into a small apartment equipped with a bunk, .
waslistand, and R’ chair, andhaving a single window for

light and air. '

“I\*l“y night man’s name is Pruitt,” continued Rockwell.

“He takes care of the business during the off hours. P OC1.
casionally-——not very oftcn~—-he is rushed, and needs help’,
That’s why I want you to sleep in this room,‘ Clancy, and,

1 wish you'd sleep here to~night.’’ . . V P

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“If Pruitt lias much for me to do,” said Owen, “I can
see where I'm not, going to be of much help to Barton.”
‘.‘You may never be routedrout during the night, but l

want some one around in case Pruitt has to leave the

garage with a car. You’ll show up here this evening?"
“Yes.”
"All right, I'll depend on you. I’ll tell the helper, who
has been sleeping here, that he can begin berthing at

home. Give me faithful service, Clancy, and I’ll see that

your wages are raised from time to time. I reckon that
will be all. You’d better go and hunt your supper.
Where’s your baggage?”

“I’ve got a grip coming over from Tempe on the
stage.”

“Why didn’t you bring it with you?”

,“Because I walked to save stage fare."

Rockwell stared, and whistled.

"Your old man must be pretty badly crimped, if you had
to do that,” he remarked. “Show up here at eight o’clock.
You’ll not be on duty, you understand, except in case
_vou’re needed. You can turn in at eight, or lightjup and

I read, or spend your time in the ofhce-~—please yourself

about that. Report to Barton in the morning.”
Clancy went away to find a place where he could get

his supper. As he went, he wondered a little why it was -

necessary for the proprietor of such a prosperous estab-
lishment to take so much time getting together a thousand
dollars. M g V

“I guess Rockwell’s a bandit, allqright,” he muttered,
“but I’m going to be on _my guard and see that he doesn’t
get the better of me. That note is a thing he can’t dodge,
and I’m going to keep it right in my hands until he takes

I it up.”

{ Clancy found a modest restaurant in Washington Street
where the food was good and prices reasonable. Although
it was still early in the ‘evening, the electric lights”wcre

I "sparkling up and down the l)llSll1€SS,ll‘l()1’Ougl‘lf2lI'C as he

came out of, the short—order place. I V A

He felt like a stranger in a strange land. and would
have given a good deal for the companionship of Jimmie
Fortune just then. Never before had he been so im-

ipressed with the responsibilities that had been heaped.

upon his shoulders, and he was hungry for a little friendly
talk——and Fortune was his only friend in that big town.

In better and happier times. the money represented by
that note of Rockwell’s would have had small bearing on
But now, with his father
sick and his financial affairs gone to wreck and ruin, a

thousand dollars was a lot of money. Clancy had been
told that collecting the amount of that note from Rock-
. well was a hopeless undertaking, that the garage man

would exercise every resource of an unscrupulous nature

_ , to’ get out of paying. So he had been surprised and
-A pleased when promised the money in a week or two.

'  Perhaps--—he told himself———Rockwell was-n’t so bad, after

all.‘ He appeared to want to do the square thing, and

" maybe he was not so prosperous \as he seemed, and would

have to hustle a little to get the money to take up his

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this garage business. The Clancys are about due for a

 run of luck; and maybe this is where it starts.”
I 1 The big clock on the courthouse in the plaza was boom-
ting‘ the hourrof eight as Clancy got back to the Red Star

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Garage. At that time there was not much doing about the
place, and Clancy passed through the wide doors and
made his way to the rear room. A man»-«Pruitt, no doubt
«~-was smoking a pipe in the office. Clancy did not stop
to speak with him, but went directly to his own quarters.

He had bought a “jumper,” a pair of overalls, and 2;

pair of gloves. Thesehe took out of the paper in which

they were wrapped, and laid them to (one side.

"In the morning,” he thought whimsically, “I’ll get
into them and begin rooting for the family. I’m going
to make ‘good, too, although I wish 1 was starting out
with ’any other fellow than Rockwell”

For a long time he sat in that dingy little room, think-
ing over the past, and trying to forecast the future. There
was a man's work ahead of Owen Clancy, but he faced
it with an indomitable spirit. Collecting that note was
only the beginning. After that had been accomplished,
bigger things lay ahead. '

An hour or two passed while he sat in the little room

wrapped up in his reflections. Then, suddenly, he heard.

a sound that caused him to start bolt upright in his chair.
Some one was tapping on the window. He turned to look,
and saw a face pressed against the glass. It was the face
of Jimmie Fortune, and Jimmie had a warning finger laid
against his lips. ‘

Clancy got to his feet and slowly approached the win-
dow. Fortune motioned upward with his hands, and
Clancy carefully raised the sash.

“Somethin’ doin’, pard!” said Fortune, in a husky whis-
per. "I got to Come in and tell you about it. Lock the door
over there. I don’t want nobody buttin’ in on us. Make
everythin’ tight, and then I’ll crawl in and bat the hull
propersition up to you.”

Clancy secured the door, sliding the bolt softly. Mean-
while, Fortune had been climbing into the room. As soon
as he was inside, he lowered the sash noiselessly and
pulled down the shade.

“\7\"hat’s the matter, Jimmie?” Owen inquired excitedly.

“I don’t know jest what’s the matter,.compadre,” was
the guarded response, “but I allow I’ve got the tail end
of a whalin’ big mystery. I’ve come to you for help in
tiggerin’ it out.” .

CHAPTER’ VIII.
t=oRrUNs’s MYSTERY.

Jimmie walked over and sat down on the,edge of the
beti. .

‘'I’m all in a takin’ over what I’ve found out,” he re-
marked, “but in spite 0' that. I could hlop down on this
bunk and sleep to beat four of a kind. Er—w0w l” and
he threw up his arms. and yawned. “Ain’t it orful,” he
went on, “to be so chock full of agitatin’ things and yet
feel like layin’ right down on ’em and poundin’ your ear ?”

“If you've got anything in your system, Jimmie,” said
Owen, “now is your chance to get it, out. When you’ve

done that, you can crawl in between those blankets and ‘

lease.” ~

“-Mebby l.won"t have no chanst to sleep. It all de-
pends on how you figger out my diskiveries. Fust ofi,
pard, I’ve found where Dirk Hibbard. went when he hiked
off with the jedge’s car. Itfwasn’t no joy ride, you can
gamble, and he wasrfit jest tryin’ out the machine to see
what was wrong with it. He was acrost the mountain
palaverin’ with Tom Long, who’s got a past like a bandit.”

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“Tom Long? Never heard of him.”
“That cirniroon has been keepin’ purty quiet for some

sort of a while, andA.l opine he’s about due to break out.
if there’s a train robbery or any other kind of a hold—up

anywheres on this part 0’ the range, fust thing the sher’t'E
does is to go inquirin’ for Tom Long, otherwise Chantay
Seeche Tom. That’s the sort of amaverickr he is. Why-
ever d’you suppose Hibbard went acrost the mountain to
talk to a feller like that?” i

“Give it up.” A

“That ain’t all. Mebby I’ve got somethiri’ that’ll help us
git a twist on this little game 0’ muggins. ‘tut I‘ sort 0’
begun my yarnin’ wrong end to.’ I ort to have commenced
at the start, ’stead'o’ goin’ along down toward where
you write finish. VVhen your trail and mine forkecl. a

"spell ago, I had a, notion I’d keep track 0’ Uncle Si and

the shutter. I seen ’em on a bench in the plaza, thick
as two thieves,Abut I couldn’t get nigh enough to catch
the run 0’ their conversation. l’ll bet it was crooked
palaver, though, ’cause old Rocks ain’t no better than Nil)»
hard, and you and me sabe what Hibbarcl is.

“I didn’t linger long around the plaza when them two
got up and hiked. Two silver. dollars was burnin’ a hole
in my pocket, so I moseyed over to the Palace and played
’em on the r-ed——-~~—’’ , i

“You gambled with that moneyA?” Owen demanded
sharply. A

“I didn’t think it was ganihlin’, {,):n'(l—-»I reckoned it was
a cinch. You’d saved my scalp on thc Cliftside, h21<ih1’t
you? And you and me was pards, wasn’t we? And
that thatch o’ yours is carmine! Iiiggerin’ from all that,
I allowed l’d drop two cases on the red and pull out
four, then I’d stake the four on red to win and corral
eight, leave the eight on the same color and grab. six»
teen. I was plannin’ to keep this up till I had dinero
sufficient to buy a garage for you and a private yacht and
a few other things‘ for. myself, l.mt~—dog~gone itli red
didn’t win that first time, and the croupier juggled my little
two bones into the till. Ain’t it scandalous?”

“I should say so 3” muttered Clancy. “I didn't give you

A  that money toyuse in gambling, Forttine’, but to keep you
T going till you landed a job.

Now your money's gone,
and you haven’t a thing to show for it!”

“Easy, pardli Sure l’ve got somethin’ to show for it.

‘half’ I haeln’t gone to the Palace I wouldn‘t "21’ met Slim
i_Simmons, would I I 9"

"‘W'ho is Slim Simmons?”

A “Desert rat. live seen him-a heap 0’ times, and we sabe -
 [each other a hull lot.
. did, but he was ahead of us. I got to palaverin’ with

He come over the same trail we

Slim, and refers incidental to Hibbard and the’wayihe
iforked meover the cliffs. Simmons allows Hibbard was

 the same juniper he’d seen gassin’ with Long Tom, other-
wise Tom Long. You see, Slim ‘stopped at Chantay

Seei:l'1e’s for a drink, and he glimpsed llibbard and Long
powwowin’ cautious and careful by the ranch corral. Slim
asked I-libbard for a ride into town, and Hibbafd wouldn’t
have it. 'I"I_ibi)ZlI‘d must have stayed at Tom Longs quite
a while, for Slim was able to get ‘pretty well over the

{trail afar-we Hibbard came along and passed you and me.

'I,‘hat’s ho,w.I diskivered where llibbard had been. Tliere’.<;;
more, though. Vi/hile‘ Slim and me was gassin’ in one

-  Vcorner o.’ the Palace, ,who rolls into the place but Cliantay
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»solve it.” ‘

“This Long Tom came to the gambling house?

“E:3urcst thing you know. He walked in, big as life,
and twicet as ornery, and dropped doxvn at a table behind
the pianner. l allowed l’d walk over to lllm, pass the
time 0’ day, and inquire as to what Elisbbard was cloin’ at
his rarich. That was my idea, and jest as I was goin’ to
carry it out, in comes Hibbard and sits down at the same
table with Long. Neither of ’em saw me, so I jest; hung
back and watched. . 3 A _.

“They got real cor1fid«ential,, them two. Byinby, I"Iil.)b€t!'(,l
takes a pencil and paper from his pocket and makes a dia~
gram. Chantay Seeche considers it.
a little clrinkin’, then the two shakes hands and separates.
They leave the table together, and they fergit to take the
diagram. I ain’t more’n a minute freezin’ to that paper
and lookin’ it over. ‘

“I haven’t got savvy enough to make head or tail to it,
but I thinks of my red—headed pard, and hikes for here.
Not bein’ what they call persona gratter to the fiA;ontjof
the establishment, I sneak up to your room from the rear.
So here li am, gappin’ like Rip Van ‘Winkle gettin’ ready
for thirty years 0’ sleep; and here’s the paper, and you’re
welcome to tell me what it’s about»-if you can.”

Jimmie handed over the paper. It was a small sheet,
and seemed to have been torn from a mernorandum book.
lt was marked with lines in the form of a rough, oblong‘
square. This square was crossed and recrossed with other
lines, and there were-subdivisions indicated here and there.
Clancy studied the diagram closely,

“Looks like a Chink puzzle, eh ?” said Fortune.
you make anythin’ of it, Red P” '

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“Seems to be the ground plan of a house," Clancy an—

swered thoughtfully.

“\7Vell, now!” murmured the other. “Blamed it l’d
thought 0’ that! It might be the ground plan of a house,
or the picter of tracks in a chickenyard. What makes
you think it’s a diagram of a ’dobe?’’ ‘

" ‘-‘The plan is divided into rooms, and there are little

marks in the outside walls that may indicate doors and
windows.
house is given by the only written words on the paper.
Along ‘one side is the word ‘second,’ and along the other
side we find the two words, ‘Cerro Gordo.‘ Is there
a street in this town called Cerro‘ Gordo-\Street, Jimmie .9”
“By glory 2” gulped Fortune.
tween the eyes! Sure there’s a street called Cerro Gordo,
and it’s the best residence street in town.
Gord and Second Av’1ioo is right in‘the middle of Mag-
nateville and Upper—tendom! You’ve cracked theshell of
the mystery, Red l” ~ I
Clancy smiled, and shook his head. 4
“We’re a good way yet,from cracking the shell of the
mystery,” said he. “If this is really the ground plan ‘of
a house at the corner of Second and Cerro Gordo, why
did Hibbard draw it and Show it to Chantay Seeche?
That's the mystery. Jimmie, and we haven’t begun to
l’0rtune’s face went blank. A
“Th,at’s you! I missed the p’int,AanAcl no mistake.
l"IilJhard and Cliantay wasn't considerin’ that plan for
any good purpose, believe me.
trouhle’s hatchin’.

_ wind?” A y . A
“I believe l’l1 go over. on Washington Street, and see A .

     

There’s more talk.‘

But the best proof that this is a diagrarn of a; .

“You’ve hit it right be- I

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if I,‘ can find dut anything. You stay here, Jimmie. Get
in bed and go to sleep, if you want to.”

"Don’t go out by the front, pard,” begged Fortune.

“I’1l go out the way you came in.”

“Suppose somebody wants you for somethin’ while you’re
gone?  might help out, but, not bein’ on good terms
with the boss 0’ this establishment, I reckon I hadn’t
better try.”

“No,” said Clancy, “don’t try. We’ll take chances, and
hope the night man won’t callion me for anything. Any-
how, I’ll not be gone long. _Crawl into the blankets and
go to sleep. The bed’s big enough for two, and T11 make
use of my half of it when I-get back." _

Fortune had already kicked off his boots and removed
his flannel shirt. He was out of his trousers in a jiffy
and had rolled up head and ears in a blanket.

“Buenas noches, pard!” came in muffled tones from the
depths of the blanket.

Clancy turned off the light, passed to the window, raised
the shade, and then the sash, and softly climbed through
and dropped to the ground. By a roundabout course he
gained )First Avenue, went by the front of the garage on
the opposite side of the street, and so came into the main
thoroughfare of the town

Clancy did not intend to be gone long for he believed
that he could discover all he wanted to know in a very
few minutes. He was longer in his quest, however, than

’ he had supposed he would be.

hotel_ across from the courthouse plaza,
Eleven o’clock was

He went into 2:
and approached the desk in the lobby
justgchiming from the courthouse bell

The night clerk, after surveying Clancy rather uncer~
tainly, pushed the register around and/handed him a pen.

“No,” said the youth. ‘‘I’m notgoing to put up here. All‘

I want is a little information.”

“Fire away,” said the clerk.

“Can you tell me who lives at the corner of Second
Avenue and Cerro Gordo Street?”

“Hanged if I can! I haven’t been here long, and don’t
know this town very well. Why don’t you go to the
place and find out?”

Clancy didn’t care to do that. and carried his search

‘farther. Place‘; after place was visited‘ fruitlessly, until it
seemed that the only way for him to learn what he wanted
to know was by really going to the house and making his
inquiries on the spot. At! last, however, he found him-
self in the same restaurant where he had taken supper,
and the cashier gave him the required information.

‘:.Cerro Gordo and Second?” repeated the cashier.
“That’s easy. Judge Pembroke lives there and———— What's
the matter with you?” .

A sudden whiteness had flashed into Clancy's face, and
he had drawn a quick, rasping breath.

“Nothing,” he answered, turning away,i“nothing at all.
ranch obhgedf’ ,.

He ran out of the restaurant and started back to the
Red Star Garage, greatly excited. Twelve o’clock came
booming from the courthouse plaza as he turned into First
Avenue from VVashington Street.

“It has taken me an hour to find out what I wanted to

know,” he murmured. “If there is lawlessness going on,
\I wonder if we’re too late to stop it? Maybe here’s 21

-chance for Fortune and me to do something for the

judge! My guesses may be all wrong, but if they’re right
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CHAPTER IX.
A.WEIRD srwrr. or AFFAIRS.

Clancy regained the rear of the garage by the same
devious course he had taken in leaving it. All was dark
and silent within the little room.

“Jimmie!” he whispered, thrusting his head through the
window. ' ‘

There was no answer, and he repeated the call as loudly H

. as he dared. Still there was no response from Fortune.

I

“I-le’s sleeping like a log,” thought Clancy. “I’ll‘ihave
to get in and give him a shaking.”
\Vith great care, he climbed through the window, groped

his way through the dark to the bed, and laid both hands

,on the blanketed form.

“Jimmie!” he muttered, and shook the form briskly.

A stifled gurgle came from Jimmie, but no words which
Owen could understand. In some alarm, the red-headed
chap whirled to the window, drew the shade, and snapped
on the light. What he saw startled him.

Jimmie’s trousers lay on the floor. Beside them laylhis
shirt, fairly torn to ribbons. The door leading into the
garage was unbolted and swinging open by a couple of
inches. » -

Jimmie, entirely swathed in a blanket, lay on the bed.
He was wrapped, outside the blanket, with coil on coil of
stout rope, and looked more like a mummy than anything
else. The blanket covered his head and face, so that it
was, impossible for him to talk, and it must have been
almost impossible forhim to breathe. Jimmie, in his help-
lessness, was twisting and writhing about on the.bed.-

Clancy, astounded by all this, hurried to Jimmie and be-
gan removing the rope. First he freed his friend’s head,
pulled back the blanket, and Jimmie began gasping like
a stranded fish. \Vh.ile he was pumping the fresh, cool
air into his lungs, Clancy removed the rest of the rope
and pulled the blanket away entirely. /
O Fortune lay on his back, looking up at his pard with
astonished eyes. .

“\\/hat the deuce has been going on here?” demanded
Owen. ' ‘ ‘

arms.

“V\7hoosh!” he answered. “Here’s a fine kittle 0’ fish,
I must say! ‘A couple 0’ plug~uglies was here and raisin’
Cain», pard. They thoughtl was you, and they was after
that note.”

“After the note?”

“Ain't I tellin’ you? vGee—wol1ops, but this is fierce! -I
took all that was cornin’\t0 you, that trip. You see, I was
all kivered up with the blanket, and them junipers couldn’t
tell the diff’rence between Jimmie, the Jonah, and Red
Owen»-so they handed it to me proper.” He chuckled.
“But they got fooled?’ he added.

“When did tliishappen. Jimmie?” asked Owen, trying [

to keep down his "excitement. 1

“No sabe, pard. I was sleepin’ like ,old Rip Van when
I felt some un ropin’ me. The blanket’ was twisted‘ about»
my head and tied close, to my neck, and I couldn’t talk
and couldn’t‘hardly breathe. Then my hands was lashed
to my sides and my feet tied at the ankles, and there
wasn't a thing I could do.” Again he chuckled, nubbing
his throat tenderly.‘ “But they sure got fooled ‘plumb out
of their eye teeth !’ he finished.

   

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‘ any 0’ them big bugs. talkin’.  Pruitt’ll bite.

I is goin’jon~?”

“They thought you were me," and they were trying to
get that thousand—dollar note ?" I .

“I wasn’t so badly wrapped up that I couldn’t hear a
little 0’ what went on,” proceeded Fortune. “The feller
that was tyin’ me ‘says to someun ‘else, ‘Get that note out
A_o’ the wallet in his shirt,’ he says. '
I ““It ain’At here,’ the other comes "back.

“ ‘Look in his pants,’ says Number One.

“Not there, nuther,’ says Number Two.
ain’t got it under his piller.’ . A ,

“Then Number One throws me around ancllooks under
the piller, and he don’t find a thing. I heerd somebody
swear good and hearty. A I

“ ‘Ask him what he’s done with it,’ says Number Two.

‘See if he

. ‘Blow his headoft’ for him, if he don’t‘ tell.’

“Sornethin’ hard was poked ag’inst‘my head, and I al-

’ ‘low it wasthe muzzle of a six-gun, although, 0’ course, I

ain’t able to see a thing.
’ -‘‘‘VVhere’s that note?’ says Number .One,' real cross.
‘Speak out, or! I’ll start you for Kingdom Come.’

“ ‘You don't get it,’ I says, pantin’ for air. ‘I put it in
the bank.’ . '

“They couldn’t tell, pard, that it wasn’t you talkin’, the
blanket gagged me so, and my voice was low and husky.
After that there was more piratical langwidge, then ‘them
fellers went at somethin’ else. 

“ ‘Now’s our-chance,’ says Number One, ‘to carry out the
oth'erAseheme. If we can’t make good at this game we
will it ‘that one.’ ‘A

"T ‘We got to have a car,’ says Number Two, ‘and we
got to get it from this ‘garage.’

“ ‘How,’lI we work it P’ asked the juniper who stands elost
tome. _ .

“ ‘You go out to a telephone,’ says the other, “and call
up this place. Pruitt’ll answer. Tell him you got to have
a car<t’or a night trip some’r’s and that you'll furnish your
own. driver. Say it’s Job Arnold, or Colonel Chiswick, or
As. soon as
he leaves, I’ll steal a car and pick you up on First Av’noo,
cornder Haekbcrry. That’s iclost, and you can get‘ there

' easy.’

‘“I’m off,’ says Number One, and I hear him crossin’
the room and gettin’ through the winder. l3ymby—-seemed
like a year to me, fighting for air in that blanket-—~some uh

I pounds on the door leadin’ into the garage.

“"Hey, you helper!’ calls a voice. _
a“Nurnber Two answers, right off, "What’s wanted E” A

“‘I’ve, got a call to take 5 car to Mr. Arnold’s,’ says
Pruitt, ‘and I want you to keep an eye onvthe garage till
I get back. ‘I won’t be gone more’n twenty minutes.’

“ ‘All right,’ says Number Two. I

,“RiAght a’ftAer that I hear "a car hummin’ and glidin’
away. The machine was hardly out o’ the garage afore
the bolt on that door was shoved back. Then another
car began tohum, and that slipped away, too. By then,

. ' It was wide awake, you better believe, and right excitezl.

Itried to yell, but the best I could make of it was a gasp
and it gurgle. Tried to ggt up, too, but it was nogo.
Right a.£te1' that, par<.l,,you,got llere. VVhatAd’you suppose

’ ~“Those two menfare going to commit a crime' of some
sort,” answered’ Cl:tney.

  “IA wo1.il(ln’t put it past ‘cm none. I reelcernizetl their

I Jvoices, p’arcl.”' * 2

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“One was Hibbard—-—Number Two——~and t’0tl1er~’——I\'um—-_.
her One, the feller that done the telephonin’—~«was Chantay‘
Seeche Tom,‘ They're a line pair to turn loose at the
dead o’ night in a stolen automobile! Somebody"s‘ due for
a holdup.” ’ ‘ ‘I i I ‘ I
’ “Yes,” said Clancy,
broke!”

“It never ain’t!”

“He lives at the corner of Second Avenue and Cerro
Gordo Street. As soon as I discovered that, I came right
back to the garage. Can’t you see what is goingxon,
Jimmie?” I 

Clancy pacedthe floor of the little room nervously while
he talked. '

“I know somethin’ of what’s goin’ on, pard,” returned

“and that somebody is Judge Pam»

Fortune, “because I was ri hr in the middle 0’ the excite»
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lment. I can’t see ahead very far, though, and that’s allers
been the trouble with me. How does the business stack
up to you?” ‘ I

“Why, I-Iibbard was the judge’s driver. He must, have
known a good deal about the judge’s affairs, and probably
could have traveled all around his residence blindfold.
Hibbard has some reason for wanting to be at the judge’s
house to~night. What it is we don’t know, but the busi-
ness looks black. The fact that Hibbard got this rascal,
Long’Tom, to help him, gives the whole thing a criminal
appearance.”

“Who put Hibbard up to get that note away from you P”

“Never mind that, now." We-——-—” ‘ ‘

“It was old Rocks, and I’ll bet a bushel of pesos. That
must have been what them two was chinnin’ about in the
plaza. But Hibbard didn’t get the note,” and Fortune
laughed gleefully, “because I was here in placeo’ you!
By glory, them fellows got hocused good!” ”

"‘We’ve got to do something to help the judge, Jimmie,
and time is limited. Long Tom and Hibbartl have stolen
a car and gone to Second Avenue and Cerro Gordo Street.
How long since Hibbard left with the machine?" a

“Not such a blamed long while, pnrd. Not many min~
utes phsscd since he left and you got here and took the
lashings off me.” ‘

Clancy pulled the door wide and stepped out into the
garage. A . ' I ' it

“I can’t see’ anything of Pruitt,” he reported.

“Cause “why.” 1'<3t’tl1‘Il(‘(.l Forttme. “’Cause\_he’s waitin’, I

at Arnold’s for sometm to come out and take thefcar ol¥’n
his hands. l~Ie’ll keep waitint’ and honkin’ the horn till
somebody shows up and tells him ‘there’s nothin’ doin’.
Reckon we ort to put the police wise to this, eh ?” l

“ ly the time we got the police on the trail, Hibbard
and Long Tom might be able to do their work and rush
for the hills in that stolen car. Do you know how to get
to Second and Cerro Gordo ?” ' ‘ A

“if I don’t, pard, nobody does. Didn’t I tell you I
worked for people here?’ I can tzike you right to the
pldce by the shortest cut.'’‘ a e

“Th'en« let’s be moving. The quicker we reach the‘ judge
and tell him lwltat, is going on, the better.” 1 A

Fortune pulled on his boots and trousers. There was
no use trying to put on tl‘letla:iil<:l shirt,ior it was lll~
crzlllytorn in pieces. I-ie slipped into his coat, hovvevjer,
and buttoned it up. I ‘ A

“All ready, eompa<lre,” he azmounced.

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would shon be back, and that this was a case of facing
circumstances. as they were, and not as he would like «to
have them. He took the precaution of closing the big
garage doors.

“I don’t like to start till Pruitt comes back,” remarked
Clancy, “but there's no help for it.”

“Don’t you care,” said Fortune. “Jest think what old
Rocks tried to do to you to-night, pard! You don’t owe
that old schemer nothin’. Anyway, I don’t reckon anybody
will run away with the old shebang.”

Fortune turned out of First Avenue into a cross street
that ran parallel with the main business thoroughfare.
A block brought them into Second Avenue, and they
started along it in the direction of Cerro Gordo Street.

Very soon pretentious houses showed themselves on

either hand, and, after a time, Fortune slowed his paced

and dropped a hand on Clancy’s arm. .

“That’s Cerro Gordo Street jest ahead,” he whispered,
“and the judge’s house must be on the cornder. I never
knowed where he lived, but if your information is kerect
we’re clost to the place.”

CHAPTER X.

HELPING THE JUDGE.

it Cerro” Gordo Street was a wide, paved thoroughfare,
with date palms bordering it on both sides between walk

and curb. There were four corners, of course, to the
intersection of. theltwo streets, and the two youths halted
in the shadow of a palm to decide which corner was the
one that ought to claim their attention. »

“How we goin’ to know which cam is the judge’s?”

‘murmured Fortune blankly. ,
“According to that diagram of I-libbard’s,” Owen re’? '

turned, “there’s an addition jutting out from the Pem-
broke house toward Cerro Gordo Street. Maybe that will
give us a clew.” , p '

“Look for the autohiobile. That’ll be a clew.” ,

“I .don’t think so, Jimmie.» They’d be foolish to leave
the machine too close to the house. You stay here while
Ipdo a little quiet investigating.” ‘

“If you need me, yell. I’ll come hotfoot.”

Leaving Fortune in the black shadow of the palm.
Clancy moved off cautiously along Cerro Gordo Street,
toward the right. In that direction‘ he failed to find the
house that seemed to tally with Hibbard’§ roughly drawn
plan. A’ I ' - '

like a wraith ‘from the shadow of one palm to the shadow
of another, he crossed Second Avenue and recqnnoitered

Here he had" better success. On the other side of Cerro
Gordo Street was a house with a glass conservatory jut-

ting out. The yard was amass of dark shrubbery which

the faint glow from the electric light on the corner could

“That must be the place,” thought Clancy. t“I-’ll go

down a little farther and cross over. If I’m careful, I‘

may find out what Hibbard and Long Tom are doing.”
-From "palm to palm he skulked along Cerro Gordo

Street, and then, suddenly, came to a halt’. Ahead of him,
_atvthe curb, stood a motor car. It did ._not show h light."

J “There’s the machine Hibbard toolefrom the gzirage, .
“thought Clancy, “and it proves we’re on the right trail.”

He investigated the car and found that it was Perri»

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broke’s big six—cylinder machine, theone that had figured
in events earlier in the day. There was ‘no one around
the car, and this proved that both plotters were giving
their attention to the house.’  ‘

/ ‘‘Here’s nerve!” muttered Clancy. “Hibbard _is using

the judge’s car for his night's work, and 'will.run away.
with it when he gets through at the house, unless~.—-—
Well, I’ll fix the machine so he won’t run away with it.”

Getting up on the running board, Clancy reached over to .

the dash and removed the switch plug. After that heisped
lightly to the opposite side of the street and returned
along the side of the judge’s premises. V

Getting down on his knees under the lee of an iron

‘fence, he crawled past the house, listening sharply as. he
proceeded. He-could hear nothing. Not a sound reached
his ears that would indicate that anything unusual was
taking place around the house or inside it.

At the corner, Clancy arose to his feet. A few seconds

. later he was with his comrade again. - .

“Find out what you wanted to know?” queried Fortune
eagerly.

“_I’ve spotted the house,”‘Clancy answered, “and the’

car. ‘Fixed the car so it can’t be used. If those Chaps
try to get away in it, they’ll have their trouble for their
pains.” - A . ' I ‘
' “T_hat’s you! VVhere’s the house?”
Clancy faced Fortune in the right direction, and pointed.
“Are them coyotes around the place?” asked Fortune.
“I came past the yard but couldn’t hear or see anything

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of them. We’ll have to get over the iron. fence and prowl

through the shrubbery, Jimmie. Of course, they're there
~~—they must be. And it's up to us to find them and block
their game, whatever it is.” K . .
“Wisht I had a gun,” said Fortune."‘» “Both them fellers
are heeled, and I’ll bet my spurs! VVhat’ll we -do if they
poke a muzzle in our faces, huh?”
“Dodge,” answered Clancy shortly. “Come on l”
Clancy led the way to the Cerro Gordo Street. side of

the Pembroke property, and he and Fortune crouched ‘A

under the ironfence and listened intently. Still there was
not a sound to be heard. . T . ~

“Mebby we’ve made a mistake, pard,” whispered. For-
tune. “Like enough it’s another house. Wisht I knowed
more about the jedge and the wigwain. where he camps.
VV hat if we’re wrong? While we’re loafin’ here, Hibbard
and Chantay Seeche. may be doin’ their work on one of
the other three cornders.” _ ' \

“I don’t think we’re w1‘ong,3’ re.turncd Clancy, in a. tense

undertone. “This is our best bet, anyway. \/Ve’ve got to
get over the fence and look ‘around, Jimmie. .l\/lake as
lit-tle noise as you can, and keep close to me.”

“It ’u’d take a hull lot to pry. me loose. from you atthis
stage 0’ the game, Red,” answered Fortune. A“Two’s com-
p’ny, jestvabout now, and I'maright hongry for cornp’ny.” *

Laying hands on top of the iron ‘fence, Clancy bounded
lightly over and into the yard. Fortune tried to vault, but
his boots handicapped him. The toe of one of them caught
on an iron picket and he came down among-the bushes in
a" sprawl.
hand over his lips.

“Sh—h—hl” hissed'Clancy warningly. * «

So far as they could‘ discover, .Fortune’s floundering

had not aroused any one. *4. After ‘a few moments, they

began crawling toward the .ide wall of the house.
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theihouse. There they paused and continued to listen.

and. peer around them. ‘A
“Wrong trail, pard,” murmured Fortune. ,
“Let’s rriake sure of it before we leave,” returned

v Clancy. “You crawl toward the front and I’ll go toward
the’ rear.qIf you hear or see\ anything suspicious, don’t

try to let me know. 1:11 join you before long, and then
you can tell me.” i A '
~Clancy’s maneuvers brought him point-blank against the

glass side of the conservatory. He had found not the

least sign of intruders. Half convinced that he and For-
tune’ were really on the wrong trail, he crawled forward
along the wall to get his friend and carry investigations
elsewhere.

Fortune, however, had made a discovery which caused
Clancy to change his plans for leaving the premises.

“I’m next to somethin’, Red,” Jimmie whispered.

“V\7hat is it ?” ‘

"Open winder-——right over my head. See for yourself."

Clancy arose to his knees. Fortune was right. There
was a window, there, with the lower sash raised.

iy Jove!” murmured Clancy, in his companion’s ear.
“it's a case of robbery, and both those fellows_,are
inside!” . . , * .
“We’ll wait till they come out, pard,” said Fortune ex-
citedly, “and nab ’em one at a time, as they drap. They
won’t be able to shoot, it we’reVqu_ick."’ i ‘

“But suppose they leave by a door and don’t. come
through the window?” .' , ,

“"hat’s me and my fool headwork. ag’in !” grunted For-
tune. “You boss this job, Red, and l’ll foller orders.
Wh’at’s the next move?” . i

'‘I’m going inside.” i .

“Don’t you! Mebby the iwinder’s only open fer air, and
you'll be grabbed for a thief yourself. I wouldn7t go in-
side. that estakazol for a‘ farm!” ‘

“If the window was opened for air, Jimmie, the screen
wouldn’t have beenitaken off, would it ?”

“I don’t reckon it would”, _ ,

"li-iibbard and Lopg Tom are inside, and I’m going to
make sure they don’t get out through a door with any
boodle.” . .

“What.’ll~I do?” A

“Stay here and wait for something to liappen.”

.“S’pose more happens than I can take care of?
then ?" , ~ ,

"Do the best you can, that’s all.” _ »

"Gee-wollops! . I’m so narvous I» feel as though I wanted
to yell. But go on. _ I’ll stay here.” . L 5', .

‘Clancy had been pulling off his shoes. Fortune did not
have to tell him what disagreeable consequences» would
follow if he crawled into Judge Pembrol<c’s house and
failed to find Hibbard and Long Tom there. Clancy's
imagination was goodenough to picture his plight in such
But, nevertheless, he was deter-

'\/Vhat

Carefully he placed his hands on the sill, drelvv him-
self upward and wriggled through into the darkness of the

A room beyond. Fortunehad many tremors as he watched

his pard vanish. .

“By glory,” said Jimmie to himself, as he crouched
dowmvard and made himself as small as possible, “Red
has got a. heap more nerve than me. l,don’t allow I
could do a thing like that, noways.”

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was necessary to do a thing, he banked on his judgment
and did it. He might be wrong.‘ If he was, he could
explain to the judge. M

Once‘ inside the room with the open window, Clancy

found himself in surroundings totally unfamiliar. And

he dared not strike a light for fear of betraying himself
-not only to Hibbard and Long Tom, but also to the
judge’s household, Either might spell disaster for "him.
As he stood in the gloom, he recalled as distinctly as
possible, the diagram which Hibbard, had drawn for
ChantayASeeche Long. He wished, then, that he had paid
more attention to that“ rude drawing. . A —
As. near as he could remember, this room had two doors,
one in the front wall and another in the rear. if he was

right, through whicli of those doors had Hibbard and Long

Tom passed?

He reflected that they would not go toward the front '

of the house, providing they could get what they were
after by keeping more to the rear of the building.

"l’ll chance the rear door,” tliouglit Cl-anc:y, and groped f

his way in that direction.

He went slowly, avoiding chairs, and passing around a
table. At-the wall, he ran his hands carefully over the
blank surface until they «came to «aswinging curtain. He
pulled the curtain aside and reached out. His hanrl en-
countered‘ only space beyond, and his eyes stared into
pitchy dai*l.<;ness. i ‘ i it ,

‘‘I’m headed right,” heisaid to himself. “Those. fellows
went this way and left the door open. Now l’ll,———-—”

His thoughts suddenly left hin. Out of the blanl: gloom
rtwoarms stretched themselves, enfolded him’ in a \«'iS€lil~IC
embrace, and wrenched his feet out from under him. He
fell soddenly on a thick carpet, with a knee on his chest
and pinning him down. i M

CHAPTER XI.
CAUGHT RED-HANDEI).

That sudden attacl; was a big surprise to Clancy. Sure
that Hibbard and Long Tom had turned the tables on

him, he tried to yell and arouse the house and convey a
warning to Fortune. A hand was clapped over his mouth,

however, and outcry was impossible. »
“Stop your strugg1ingl”_a voice hissed in Clancy’s eat‘.
“And don't try to call out. it will be the worse for you,
if you do. I am holding :1 imvolver to your breast, and, if
I have to, l will use it.”
A Here was another surprise for Clanc . A refined voice.
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although with ‘a crisp, businesslike 1'ii1g, had done the

talking. Certainly it was i1()t.Hibl>ard’s voice, and it could

not possibly be Chantay Seeche‘ Tom’s. Whose, then,

was it? V _
The hand was withdrawn from Clancy’s lipss,
.‘‘Who are you?” he whispered.

“That’s none of your afi'air,’.' came the sharp answer.

“How many of your pals are in this house? I heard them,

a while ago, ‘and came downstairs. Vvhat are you after,

anyhow?” _ . r
The man, whoever it was, evidently belonged in the
place. ' i V i
‘‘I’m not one of -the thieves,” protes ed Clancy. “I---—”
“That’s a likely story!
you don’t belong to the gang?”

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friend of mine and I blundered upon a tip that something
was going to happen here to—night. There wasn’t time to
call the police, and we came to see what we could do for
the judge.”
Clancy’s captor was a cool one. He gave a low, incred-
ulous laugh.
“You can’t expect me to believe any such stuff as that,”
he answered. “How many, besides yourself, are in this
house?”
i “Two~—Dirk Hibbard and a fellow called Tom Long,
Chantay Seeche Tom.” -
“Hibbard! I?ie knew about that Prescott money, and
hels probably trying to get hands on it- We'll give them
a jolt, I guess. Don’t move-stay right where you are !”
The man reached away from Clancy and half arose.
Snap! An electric switch was pressed and a glow of light
flooded the room. - —
For a second, Clancy was blinded, and could see little.
i, As his vision cleared, he discovered that the man who
had made a prisoner of him was a young fellow, who bore
 a striking facial resemblance to the judge. He wore a
blanket robe and slippers, and held a small, automatic
‘pistol in his right hand. ,
’ “Jove!” murmured the chapwith the gun. “You don't
‘look much like a tough, and that’s a fact. But circum-
‘ :lstancesiare‘against you, my lad. Seeythat dooryonder?”
They were in what was evidently the dining room. As
the young man spoke, he nodded toward a door on the
C. other side of the apartment.
“I see it,” Clancy answered. -
“That door leads into a, hall, and the hall leads to the
governor’s study. There is a safe in the study, and the
g Prescott money is inthe safe. A Yourlpals are there, I pre-
A sume. Walk ahead of me. i I’m going to pay them a visit
V 7f: and use you as a screen against any bullets they send in my
it  direction. Start!” 3* . .
« Clancy got up from the floor.
 . “Hibbard has no love for me,” said he, “and he’ll prob-
’ ably be glad to shoot when he sees who I am. There are
< two of them, and they must be armed. You 'don’t want
them‘ target away, do you?”

i guess l’ll be able to save that Stir yourself———we can’t lose
‘any more time.”

The curtain of the doorway through which Clancy had
just come was pushed ‘back. The bright glow in the din-
ing room shone out through the doorway and into the
;room with the open window.  ’

.‘Clan<:y, shifting his eyes toward the drawn curtain,
iwhirlecl like lightning. in a flash he had knocked aside the
pistol. in his captor’s hand and had overthrown him. As
the young man dropped, fire streamed through the cur-
tained doorway. A revolver roared in the other room and
bullet crashed into a piece of china on the sideboard
ndpthen broke the heavy French ‘mirror behind it into
.;a thousand fragments. M

If Clancy had not been quick, that ‘bullet would have
‘strtick<’the young fellow with the gun, for it traversed a
‘line that crossed the exact point where he had been
tiiilding.  ' i C p ,
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he lmay have misunderstood Clancy’s action, the crash of
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“Keep back, if you’re not armed!” shouted tliefother,
bounding erect and dashing through the door. C C

Clancy was ahead of him, but, swift as they were, they
were too late. The prowlers hadltfiung themselves through
the window, and wild yells were coming from the yard,
where Fortune, single—hancled,‘ was having all and more
than he could attend to. ‘ C “ i C’

There was excitement inother parts of the great house.
Voices were calling, doors were opening and closing, and
feet could be heard running down the stairs and overlhard—
wood floors. « ' « C’ C

The young fellow stood in the window withthe auto~
matic revolver in his hand. i

“l’ll give one of them his gruel, fhnyway,” he muttered.

Before he could shoot, Clancy grabbed his arm.‘ 1

“Don’t Fire 1”» he exclaimed. “A friend of mine is -out
there——you might hit him. Are you the judge’s son ?”

“Yes,” was the answer, “and I want to get this over with
before the governor presents himself. He might get hurt.
Are you game to follow those fellows?” -

“Of course!” V

“Come on, then l” 4

There was the flutter of a bath robe in the open win-
dow, themthe space cleared for Clancy. He lzllldetl On
the ground beside Pembroke. C T

“They’ve skipped,” said Pembroke. “Even your friend

isn’t here! Which way do you think the scoundrels
went?” V .

~“I know——t-hey’ve got a car waiting for them. I This
way!” — — r ' e

Clancy darted for the fence and cleared the iron pickets
at a bound. Young Pembroke was tight ‘at his heels.

“If they’ve got a car,” he panted, “theylre iboundto get
away from us.” ‘ . l ’

“I’ve’fixed the car so they can’t use it.” '

Pembroke laughed choppily as he followed Clancydown
the street. * ‘

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‘‘You’re a’ wonder, old man!” he cried. “And I thought,

when I nailed you, that I had one of the thieves 1”-
Two dark figures could be seen rushing across the street

toward the dark. bulk of the car. i V ‘
“There they go !” exclaimed Clancy. “They’ve' got :1 sura

‘ prise in store for themselves! Look, they’re trying to

crank the engine.”
One of the forms could be seen working at the front of

,the'car. He started up with aifrantic oath.

“Take to your heels, Chantayl
thecar! Run!”

A figure jumped fr0m,the tonneau of the machineiand
flung off through the night. Hibbard, who had been pul-l— ,
ing theicrank, ran back along the line of palm trees.

Clancy‘ took after him, and, for a minute, there was an
exciting chase. Clancy, however, was far and awaytthe
better sprinter. As he came close to Hibbard, the latter
turned and brandished a revolver. ~

“Keep off,” he yelled, ‘for l’ll drop‘ you 1” ,

Clancy ducked, lurched forward, and came up under
the extended arm whose hand gripped the revolver. Thr-:re

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‘ ‘Then the other scoundrel has the money. I couldn’t
find it in the car. Dash it! Wc’ll have to call in the
police——and maybe it’s too late. VVe’ll take Hibbard to the
house, where we can use the telephone. Let him up, old
chap.” ‘

Clancy drew away from Hibbard, while Pembroke
caught his arm and leveled the “automatic.”

“You’re a nice sort of a chap, aren’t you?” sneered Pem-
broke. ,“Robbing the man for whom you used to work!
Get up!” ‘

Hibbard got sulkily erect.

“Pick up that revolver,” said Hibbard to Clancy.

The latter stooped and gathered in the weapon, which
had fallen from the chauffeur’s hand when he fell.

“Corrie on to the house, I-Iibbard,” said young Pem-
broke. i“VV'e’ll let the governor talk with you.”

“I don’t want to talk with the judge,” growled Hibbard.
“Take me to jail, if that’s wha_t you’re plannin’ to do.”

. “Not much! You’ll face the governor. Step lively, and
don’t try to get away. If you make a move to run, the
bullets will chase you ?”

Between Clancy and Pembroke the rascally chauffeur
was led back toward the house.

“You’re responsible for this, Clancy!” snarled Hibbard.

“I don’t know whether I am or not,” Clancy answered.
“I guess Mr. Pembroke was next to what you were doing

before we reached the house.”

“You’d better jug me,” said I-Iibbard to Clancy, through
his teeth, “or I’ll camp on your trail and settle for you.

I You’re running up a pretty big score.”

“Your name Clancy?” queried Pembroke.

“Yes,” Owen answered.  t

“Then you’re the‘ fellow who repaired the governor’s
car, out on the trail. He told us about you. Sorry I mis-
took you ‘for ‘a burglar, Clancy!” 

“I hardly see how you could help it,” Clancy returned.

.“VVondcr where the deuce Fortune is?” he added, as he
and Pembroke and Hibbard mounted the front steps of

the house. a
“He was in this, too, eh P” growled Hibbard.
The front door of the house was open, and the judge, in
shirt, trousers, and slippers, stood_in the entrance.
“VVhat_in the world is the matter, Larry?” the judge
queried, staring ‘at. his son. “Has there been a robbery?”
“That’s the size of it, dad,” answeredlyoung Pembroke.
“Your Preséott money has gone to Ballyhack, I reckon.

There were two of the scoundrcls, and the other fellow.

gave us the slip. He must have had the canvas bag.”

“Never mind the money,” said the judge, “if you’re not

hurt. V\.7ho’s that you have there?”

““One of them is young Clancy, the chap who repaired
your car out in the hills. He came here to prevent the
robbery, if he could. The other is I-libbard. He knew

1 about that Prescott money,_and came here after it.”

The judge led the way into the drawing~room. _A num~
ber of the women members of the household were clus-
tered there, shivering with fright. The judge reassured
them, and sent them upstairs. After they were gone, he

turned -to his son, Clancy, and the prisoner. « .1

“I can’t understand this,” said he.
come to’ this house to rob me?”

“I don’t look as though I was here of my own free
Will, do I?” the chauffeur replied, with an ugly leer.

“I heard some one in the house,” explained Larry, “and
went down to the dining room. Some one was just coming

“Hibbard, did you

room.

through the window, and I waited for him at the door
leading from the den into the dining room._, V‘v’hen I
grabbed him, he proved to be Clancy, there.” I.
“Clancy!” exclaimed the judge. “Is it possible that————"
“No, dad, it isn’t possible that he’s one %f the thieves.
He came to warn us about the robbery, but got to the
house a little too late. He saved me from getting nipped

by a bu1let——upset me just as one of the’ robbers pulled a.»
trigger; after that, he joined in the chase and downed Hib— 

bard si_ngle—handed. Clancy has proved a good friend of
ours this night.”

“VVho was the fellow that got away with the money?”
inquired the judge.

“Torn Long,” spoke up Clancy, “the fellow they call
Chantay Seeche Toni.” .5

“I-Ie’s equal to a thing like this!
that he had a hand in it.
b,’ut————-”

“Jedge, you ain’t out a cent!

I can easily believe
I’m out five thousand dollars.

I happened to grab the

bag in the yard, add I ran off with it like a streak o’ p I

greased lightnin’. /James Montague Fo1‘tt1ne. has done
somethin’, at last, that didn’t have a bobble in it!
\/Vhoop!” ‘

All eyes turned toward the broad doorway that led from
the drawing—room into the hall. Fortune stood there.
striking an attitude, and holding high a small canvas bag.
His face wore a broad and complacent grin.

“Well, here’s luck!”
“Clancy and his friend have saved the day for us, after
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HIBBARD WEAKENS.

Clancy was mightily relieved to know that Fortune had I

not only kept himself from being injured, but had also
covered himself with glory by saving the five tliotisantl
dollars. I

“Good for you, Jimmie!” Clancy exclaimed. “How did
you ever manage to get away with that bag of money P”

“I’lurnb easy!” returned‘Iw‘ortunc, swaggering into the
“I was waitin’ under the open winder, where’ you
left me, Clancy, and I was all of a shakeion account 0'
hearin’ that revolver shot. \Vhile 1' was still in a quiver,
them eimiroons drapped the money out and started to
foller it. I jumped for the bag.
up, one of the junipers fell on me. \Ve had a mix, but
I tore loose and sloped for the iron fence. Say, I got
over that fence withabout six feet in the clear. Then I
ran till I was clean winded. By then,‘I allowed it was
safe’ to turnaround and’ come back. I was in sight when
some o’ you came in the front door——-so I trailed’ along.
“ledge,” and he turned to Pembroke. “allow me to fork

over the missin’ dinero!” VVith that, he placed, the bag

in the judge’s hand.

, “Explain this to me,” said the judge. “With so many of ,

you concerned in what happened it is a little difficult: to
follow the sequence of events. Clancy, how did you and

Fortune come to learn that my house was to be robbed?” ,

Clancy explained, and in that explanation he did his
friend full credit._ Fortune, however, putin a few words

to the effect that Clancy's brains in following up the cle\v,f"i

helped out more than any work of his own.
"I stumble onto a heap 0’ things,” observed Jimmie, grin-

ning, “but I ain’t got the sabe to figger ’em out. My red:

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During Clancy’s recital the fact had developed that For»
tune was occupying Clancy’s bed at the rear of the ,§.3;arage
when Ilibbard and Tom Long came hunting for the note.
This was a revelation which Hibbard listened to with
wide eyes. «. ‘
“Thunder!” he exclaimed disgustedly. “I deserve all
tliatfs comin’ to me for makin’ that bobble!”
i“I'Ii,bhard,” said the judge, sternly facing the chauffeur,
“this is pretty bad business for you. I suppose you know
what this means to you?” A I
“I'm not doing any sobbing,” snarled Hibbard.
the screws————Il reckon I can stand it.” .
“Give him the limit, dad,” urged Larry, “He deserves it
-«treating you like this after the way you’ve treated him
for the past six months.” .
The judge frowned at his son.
7 “You knew, did you, Hibbard,” he went on to the chauf-
feur, “that I was expecting to get this five thousand from
Prescott for the sale of a ‘ranch there?”
~ “Sure, I knew it!”
“You thought I’d gone to Prescott after the money,'but

“Put on

, it "to Phoenix to me, and that I received it after banking
5 hours?”

“I didn’t know that, but I liggered that you eouldn’t re-
turn from Prescott till after the bank had closed, and
. would have to keep the money in the study safe,” answered
Hibbard. “The only difference your not goin’ to Prescott
made, was that you caught me out with the car.”

“You slipped off to tell Chantay Seeche Tom about the
money and togget his help in robbing me P”

"‘I’m not goin’ to talk.”

f ‘,‘Hibbard,” said the j'udge, “I don’t want to be hard on
vyou, Make a clean breast of everything, and ill let you
, ‘go. You’ve got a father and mother in Meisa, and they’re
 good friends of mine. I don’t want to do anything to
bring disgrace upon them. Put,” and the judge’s face grew
pstern, ““l.’ll put you tlirough for this it you don’t. tell me
ieverythinge about the affair.”

A gleam of hope flickered in the cliauffeurs eyes.

, “Do you mean that, judge?” he asked.

A j “I’m not in the habit of saying things I don’t mean," was
the quiet reply. I
 “Then ask your questions, and I'll come across with
i.$tI‘atight answers-” I

:  “You sneaked out of town to get Chantay Seeche Tom

to help you rob me P” I _ ,

I “Yes. Tom was to come in to Phoenix and meet me at
“the Palace. After that, we were to get the note from
’ Clancy and make a grab /for your five thousand'.’’‘

_, ‘fWhy were you going to get the note from Clancy?”

; “Because Rockwell offered me two hundred dollars for

3*. »

“Rockwell?” burst from Clancy. “Do you mean to say
at.Rock-well hired you to steal that note from me?”
,:‘‘That’s what I mean to say,” said Hibbarcl-

“Why P” asked the judge. “What was his reason?”

“He don’t want to pay the note. /If Clancy’s ha’sn’t,got
nit, how can he. collect on it P” .  -
' “Qh, he’s a. sliark, Uncle Si is,” struck in Fortune.
"I,’~hat’s* what I told Red. Maybe h’e_’11 believe me, now.”
The ijudgetttrned to Clancy. e

 ,«"“4l§tiwas an unindorsed notes?” he asked.

; ‘fYes,” said Clan.cy,.“it was a note for a thousand dol-

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lars, given to my father. I came to Phoenix to collect it.
Rockwell saitl the note was all right, and that he would
get the money together, in a week or two, and take it up.
Meanwhile, I was to work in his garage at fifty dollars
a month.”

“That was just a scheme,” put in Hibbard, “to get Clancy
in a place where it would be easy to take the note away
from him.” , e

“And you and Chantay Seeche Tom,’ said Larry,‘ with :1
laugh, “tied up the wrong fellow, and couldn't find the
note 1” I ~
“That’s where they got fooled!” chuckled Fortune. “I
was all wrapped up in a blanket, and they didn’t know the
difference between me and my pard. Funniest thing that
ever happened; only it wasn’t so blame’ funny for me
while it was happenin’.”

“Clancy,” said the judge, “you had better let me take

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that note and keep it for you. To-morrow I’ll see that

you get justice from this scoundrel, Rockwell. I owe you
that, and more.” _ I 1
Clancy had made a powerful friend. Isle realized that,

and was quick to take the note fronrthe wallet and put

it.in the hands of Judge Pembroke.

‘‘I’m sorry,” went on the judge, “that you agreed to
work‘ for Rockwell and turned down my offer. I hired
a driver an hour after I left you ”

Jimmie gave a hollow groan.’

“And here was ‘me, bankin’ on gettin’ that job!” he
walled. “Oh, jedge, this here is what I call blame’ tough .7”

“Maybe I can do something for you.’.’ said the judge,’

smiling, “or do something for Clancy so he can help you.
I'll come to the Red Star Garage to—morrow morning, at
ten. Meet me there, Clancy, and we’ll see what can be
done.”

‘‘I’ll be there, judge,” answered Clancy, “and I’ll be

mighty grateful for anything you can do that will help I

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“I’ll wring tliatthousand dollars out of ‘Rockwell, you
may be sure of that.” The judge once more turned to
“How did you and Long Tom get into the
safe? You didn’t blow it open.” I
‘ “VVorked the combination,
changed. a spell ago, and I stole the paper from your
pocketbook, one clay,_when I had you out in the C€.1r._
After I copied the number, I put the paper back‘ in the

poeketboolc, and got the leather into your pocket again.

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without ‘your knowin.
“Hibbard,” observed the judge. more in sorrow than
in anger, “you're a bad one! You’ve gone down grade
pretty fast since you went to work for me and had
dealings with Rockwell.” ~
“Any one will hit the toboggan that gets mixed up witl
Rockwell,” declared Hibbard.
to know, judge?” ‘ ,
“No, Hibbar.d;- you can go. For the sake of your peo-
ple, I hope you will live a different life from now on.”
He pointed? to the door, and Dirk Hibhard, with head
b0_.we<:l, passed thfougli it and out of the house. I I’

CHAPTER XIII.
TEE JUDGE TAKES A HAND.

Clancy did not return to the Red Star Garage that night.

. He went to a hotel with Jimmie Fortune, and the two of  ,
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restaurant at nine o’clock, and, when ten strokes boomed
from the courthouse clock, made their way to the garage.

The judge and Rockwell were alone inthe office when
the two youths entered the place. '

“Get out of here, both of you!” shouted Rockwell. “I
know that young scalawag, Fortune, and ‘I don’t want
him around, on general principles. As for you, Clancy,
I have no use for a fellow who ean’t be trusted. You

didn’t stay in the back room last night, and you didn’t.

show up here in time, for work this morning. That's what
lets you out.”

“Just a minute,” interposed the judge, taking a long
wallet from his pocket. “Before Clancy leaves this place,
Rockwell, you’d better settle your account with him.” He
took the note from the wallet and laid it down on the
desk in front of the garageowner. ufiive him a check
for a thousand dollars,” finished the judge, “and no words
about it.”

Rockwell appeared astounded. His startled eyes trav-
eled to the judge and then returned to the note.

“I---I told Clancy I'd take this up in a week or two,” he
muttered shiftily. .

“You’re going to take it up now,” said Judge Pem-
“I know you have the money in the bank, and that
note is long past due. Be sure and add the interest when
you make out the check.” _ ' . ‘

“You don’t know about this note, judge,” continued
Rockwell. “I don’t reckon l owe the money or————"

“Vi/hy did you just say you had told Clancy you’d pay

. i-t in a week or two, if you questioned the validity of the

note?”

“Well, I——I-—-——~” ' -

“Don’t hem and haw and side-step with me,” said the
judge sternly. “You have been trying to beat young
Clancy out of the money. Do you; want me to tell your
customers how you hired I-libbard to steal that»n'ote from
Clancy so you could get out of paying it? Would that
sound well?”

Rockwell ‘fell back in his chair, limp and dumfounded.

vHis lips moved, but no sound came from them. '

T “You see,” pursued the judge relentlessly, “that I know
what I am ‘talking about. I’ll publish your contemptible

T’ methods far and wide if you don’.t instantly settle this

debt. I’m not here to waste,-words on you. Write that
che‘cl_<l” ~
.With his face ashen and his hands trembling, Rockwell,
thoroughly cowed, bent. over his desk. Fishing 21 check
book out of a pigeonhole, he opened it, picked up a pen,
VVhen he
wrote the check, it was for one thousand one hundred and
twenty dollars. ._
“There, Clancy,” said the judge, handing the check to

. Owen. “Now you are square with Rockwell, and need

have nothing more to do with him. There is a young
fellow in this town who has recently opened a garage.
He is square as a die, and I happen to know that you can

i  buy 3 half interest in his Place tor that money. . Of

T T Course,” and the judge smiled, “it isn’t a big place like
this, but the business is growing. I’d advise you to. buy
. in with Lafe Wynn.” '
i ’ t“Wynn ?” murmured Rockwell. “He’s one of my com-
,'petit_ors. I didn’t think, judge, that you’d do anything to
.help Lafe Wynn.” ,

“I’ll do everything‘ to help. Late Wynrt,” said Judge ’
 Pembroke, getting up from his chair. “Clancy will buy

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a half interest, give a job to his friend, Jimmie Fortune,

‘and it won’t be many months, Rockwell, until Clancy &
Wynn run you outyof business. They'll treat their pa-

trons on the square.4—and that’s a principle that will help
them to grow. Don’t think for a minute,” he added,
“that I don’t know how I have been robbed here. I’ve
suspected what was going on, and now I’m no longer in
doubt.
Garage-—and I guess I know a few more cars that will
follow them.” i i ‘

“You might be easy with me,” whimpered Rockwell;

“now that I've given Clancy that money”.

“Easy with you for paying an honest debt?” returned
the judge contemptuously. “Why, man, if you had your
deserts you would be in jail.” He moved toward the
door. “Come on, Clancy,” said he, “you and Fortune.
VVe’re through here.”

The judge left: the place, Clancy and Fortune» trailing

along behind him. The two pards were smiling happily. "

and Fortune was hanging to Clancy's hand and working
his arm up and down like a pump handle.

Rockwell watched them through the dingy window of

his oflice.

“We’1l see about this,” he muttered, between his teeth,
shaking his fist. “I’ll break that new firm of Clancy &

VVynn. ' You’re a keen one, Pembroke, but youlll find that "

I can go you one better. l——I reckon I shouldn’t have
trusted that fellow, Hibbard, after 'all,” he added, as he
turned heavily away from the window.

THE END.

Continuing to follow the fortunes of Owen Clancy, Burt

,l.. Standish has written a cracking good story. which you

will find in the next issue of this weekly. lt is entitled

“Owen Clancy’s Square Deal; or, The Motor Wizard and , '

the Black Thunderbolt.” Owen buys a half interest in

Late Wynn’s garage and settles down to make good. The '

Black Thunderbolt is an automobile, and it is “some car.”
There are some mighty exciting doings in it, too.
issue in which this story will be found will be out next
week, on January 24th. lt_is No. 78.-

 

HALL /OF SHELLS.
An English traveler who has recently returned from

Berlin gives an interesting account in one of the local .
papers of his visit to the new palace of the kaiser, at.

Potsdam.

There are many things which make the palace interest- T

ing to the privileged visitor, not the least among which is

the kitchen, which stands in a separate building. Frederick ,

the Great hated the smells of the kitchen and he had that
most necessary adjunct to every house moved away from
the palace. The eatables were conveyed to the royal din-

ing ball by an underground passage. Emperor V 7illiarn still .

keeps up the custom of his predecessor. t
The dining hall of the palace is small, as palace dining
rooms go, and contains some very valuable paintings, but

for formal events and even for family aFt':zirs,*’no,wthatT

the lcaiser’s family is getting to be so large, the great
marble hall upstairs is used. Tlwt-e lmn<lred can dine at

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are used for lighting instead of the more modern electric
light. A

Other rooms of interest are the kaiser’s smoking room,
to which some wonderful vases have recently been added,
the gift of a visiting Chinese prince. The private palace of
the theater holds about 350 persons and the stage is ar-
ranged to produce all the latest scenic effects. The kaiser
prefers light comedy, and this is the kind of entertain-
ment he gives his guests.

The most interesting apartment in the entire palace, how-
ever, is undoubtedly the hall of shells. The room is most
beautiful, its walls adorned with thousands of shells of
all kinds. They have been arranged deftly in charming
patterns, while other shells in grottoes give a wonderful
effect when lighted by electricity. It was in this room that
Colonel Roosevelt, when ex-president, was entertained by
the kaiser. The famous Imperial Christmas tree is set
up in this room.

The "kaiser has his own railway station at Wildpark,
which is only a short distance from the palace.

The llondeelul Adventures of Cape Wiley.

Written by Himself.‘ Edited by Burt L. Standish.

INTRODUCTORY.

I was sitting in my den desperately seeking the "germ
thought for a story when Cap’n Wiley blew in and approu
priated the easy—chair.

“Ah, there, old top,” said he. “So I’ve caught you red»
handed in your little sanctum sanctotum. What meaneth
the distraught lopk which corregateth thy‘ dome of
thought?”

“Cap’n,” said I, “you jar me. I’m thinking.”

“Don’t do it,” he entreated. “You’re taking a frightful
chance when you put such a strain on your impoverished
gray matter. You don’t have to think‘-to write the sort
of souperific stuff you slosh out.”

‘‘Don’t I!’’ I cried, exasperated. “Well, now, perhaps
you think you could write it yourself?”

“No,” he answered cheerfully, “nothing quite asdis—
tressing. Now,_if I was going to write, I’d hand the yearn-
ing public some real littery litterchewer, just for a change.
I say, Burt, old sport, I think I’ll try one of your Ha-,
vana imperfectos, if you have one inconvenient atihand.”

I brought out a box of cigars, and he helped himself
to a handful. Then he “borrowed” a match, fired up, and

I settled back, with a sigh of satisfaction, on the easy—chair.

“Yes,” he murmured, “I think I could do it. I come
from an immoderately cultured family. Why, my sister
was educated in a female cemetery.”

“You mean a female seminary?”

“No, I don’t; I mean a femalercemetery, Why, where
else would a young lady learn the dead languages?”

I had no reply to make. ' /

“But,” pursued the marine marvel, “it really wouldn't
be necessary for me to consort to fiction; if I were to
write a truthful verbatem history of my own career from
the cradle to the Hall of Fame, it would prove so fasci-
nating that the reading public would gobble it up with
humidity.” ‘ ,'

I ‘slipped him, the skeptical smile, which seemed to
arouse him to a point of high resentment.

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“Say, yougive me a cramp!” he exclaimed resentfully. .

“You think I’.can"t deliver the goods, hey? Vi/ell, I’ll
show you, some. You’ve been grafting ofi me for some
time by plaguerizing such little mementos of my chilling
adventures as I have chanced to let drop in casual con"-
versation with you, and I’m highly distended over it. ,
“Now, take it from me, Burt, from this mementous hour
you cease to yearn your bread and butter by parisiting on
little \/Valter. I’m going to write my own naughty biog-
raphy, and I’ll do a job at it that will put your style of
bunkoing the reading public strictly on the blink. I have

only one fear: what if, on publication of my personal‘

reminoosances, some one should be Vunfeeling and thought-
less enough to doubt my absolute voracity? That would
break my tender heart. '

“Nevertheless, I’ll take a chance, remembering, as the
poet puts it, that truth must rise triumphant, even though
it may seem to be getting walloped groggy. Farewell,
Burt. Bide a wee. You’ll gaze on my beaming counter~
pane no more until I have completed the colossal task I
have vowed to undertake. I observe‘ by the beautiful
hand-painted culendar above your rosewood desk that it
is now the conclusive day of the month of March. I shall
begin my labors upon the rnorrow.”

He was at the door whenil laughingly called:
“Don’t forget that to-morrow is the first day of April,
cap’n.” .
I-lie seared me with alook of scorn, and vanished.

I did not set eyes upon him again for more than two
months, but, as he frequently absented himself for more
or less protracted periods, I thought nothing of it. \Vhen
he did turn up again I had quite forgotten about his
threat to write his autobiography, and I don't think I ever
mentioned it to him. Some months later he met with
that sad and terrible accident which brought his really
adventurous life to a tragic termination.

Recently, in looking through ‘a trunk in which were
stowed some of the cap’n’s effects, a relative discovered
a huge bundle of foolscap paper carefully tied up with
ribbons made of cigar bands taken from my own cigars on
various visits of VValter to my den. The paper was cov-
ered with writing, almost undecipherable in its hasty
scrawl, which told that the penman had dashed off every
line at fever heat. It proved to be the autobiography, and
was given into my hands.

I have edited it with some pains, being at times ‘com?

pelled to use the blue pencil freely, and to tone down in
many places the cap’n’s flamboyant style. -
BURT L. STANDISH.

CHAPTER ‘I.
ITCHING FOR ADVENTURE.

I was a beautiful baby, even though, like most babies, I
was born without any hair or teeth ‘o speak of; and if I
had had them I probably wouldn’t
at the time, which I offer as ab olute proofof my natural
modesty. I was also a most precocious baby, absolutely
remarkable, in evidence" of which I will state that at the
age of six months I was distinctly heard to say “boo” and

uoogpr

On hearing these pearls of intelligence and wisdom fall - .

from my rosebud ‘lips my mother became quite convinced

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a diplomap, or a street-car conductor. Chaufi'eurs were
not in vogue at the time.. . A /.

It may bewell to skim over“ the days of my _childhood
and early youth, and plunge at once into the seething vor-

age of sweet sixteen, I fared forth with an eager heart,
and a father’s good riddance, to face the world and grapple
with fortune. Perhaps it isinot strictly accurate to say
that I fared forth, as, not having the necessarywampurn
with which to pay my fare by rail, I locomoted per
Shank’s mare. I A I I I M
It was at ._the Witching hour of midnight that I bade the
ancestral rooftree so long, sincerely hoping that it would
, be so" long before I beheld it again that I might forget
I ‘ ‘ to remember what it looked like. The discer1iit1_g reader
I ' will divine by this‘na'ive confession‘ of my feelings at the
tiine, that my life up ‘to that date had not exactly, been
one grand, sweet song; ‘ *
’, , Whell I crept downthe back stairs and let myself out
I A of the Wiley tepee by the. kitchen door, I took with me a_
‘A moreor less elaborate cuisine of extra clothing tied up in
a bandanna ,l1‘andkerchieI. I was followed by little Fido,
I my faithful dog. Little. Fido was a cross between a Ski-
Ioodle and an Angostora goat, and he weighed about

three pounds and seven ounces, when trained down to‘

fighting condition. I’ve seen him chawnp a forty-‘pound
bulldog quicker than a woodchuck could whip a bear.

Between little Fido and myself there‘ existed an aiiec-I
tion that was deep and tender and touching. He was an
animal of high intelligence, and I was perfectly convinced

’ _ by the stealthy and syruptitious manner in which he slunk
from the house at my heels that he was fully aware of the
. fact‘ that I was running away, and he was determined to
I" [I flee with me. , ‘I 5 I
- You understand, it is not difficult for a dog to flea with
’ any one, and we had slept together many a night; Is it
fl’ any wonder that I had an itching for adventure? ‘When
' the time came to set forth in quest of that for which I
itched I certainly came up to the scratch.
, And so, ‘behold me, gentle reader, on that dark and
 gloomy midnight, making rnyget—away with faitliful little
.;;Fido gamboling at my ‘heels. Dark it was, indeed—»~so
 dark that a load, of coal that had been dumped outside
, ”'tl1e back door of the Wiley domicile looked like a snow-
bfdribft. Nevertheless, also, and likewise, I knew the lay
of the land, and the points of the compass, and, having
“reached the highway, I hastened to hie away.
. It must not be thought for a single fleeting zodiac of
 time that I was taking thisinocturnal departure from home
.1 without feeling as much as a transient emotion of regret,
r for I have ‘a naturally tender and touching nature, in
proof of which I might call upon hundreds of persons
 t whom I have touched on various occasions.
  I shed tears at the thought of all I was leaving behind
E mgwtearg of sincere regret; for there were about ten
or a dozen‘ persons in that town ‘whom Iliad sworn to
thrash within an inch of their lives, and I was saddened
by the "thought that Iwas, leaving the work unaccomplished.
I I Blinded by these tears,‘as well as the intense darkness,
, Icame near meeting with a frightful disaster while taking

  

  
  
  
  
   

   

five res: into an old well, and landed in water that was
”l‘eastf,umsteen feet deep. Perhaps; it is not precisely
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téiit of _adventures. which bcfell me when, at the tender A

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say that I dropped into it casually up to my pompadore,
and found it extremely. wet. _

I b “.'g\’l1—hal” I exclaimed, coughing up about a gallon of
aqua {aura which I had thoughtlessly swallowed. ‘‘I‘m in a
hole now.” , V A s . ~ I A

Ibegan to feel of the wet and slippery rocks around
me", and I must assert that, in spite of my »unp.leasant
predicament, I was feeling well. In vain I tried to t"ast.en
my flippers on those slippery rocks; they were smoother
than a con man. I couldn’t obtain a sustaining hold any-
.where‘, and I was compelled to tread water to keep my
head above the surface.

Now, treading water} in a well about twenty-five. feet
below the level of terra firma is an occupation that be-
comes rnonotongous in the course of time. If you don’t
believe me, just try it once. It will make you tired. It
did me. I sought to brace my handszand feet‘ against
opposite sides of the well, and to crawl upward inthat
manner, but every. time I attempted it I slipped down.
If I could only have slipped up I should have been very
happy indeed. ' " o

I could hear little Fido howling dolefully anddespair—
ingly above me. The intelligent beast knew, beyond doubt,
the full extent of my frightful peril.

Gradually Iwas growing benumbed by the icy-chill of V

the water and exhausted by my efforts, and I realized that
unless I couldsoon find some method of extricating my-
self from that well. my. bath was going to disagree with
me very extensively.. So, while still treading water, I put
my colossal intellect at work upon the problem. -

It seemed a terriblevthing to have the career of adven-
ture upon, which I had set forth cutvshort at such an early
date. .The prospect_was far from pleasing.

“VVater death to die l” I groaned, in anguish. ,

Luckily for me, no one heard the remark, for if any
one had-he might have been tempted to «drop a brick upon
my head. I i

No one heard me except little Fido, and he howled Worse
than ever. I .

At last I was struck by a bright idea»-an idea that
made me chortle with glee and wonder why it hadnot
occurred tome before. It was so simple!

I will explain for the edificatiou of the unsuspecting
reader that I have always’ been a great athlete, and the
possessor of scandalous strength. I once lifted a horse
and buggy. I had quite a time over it, I acknowledge; the
judge gave me three months. '

Wlieii the happy thought came over me I was almost
overcome. As soon as I could find my breath I proceeded
to put it into execution. More than one person has lost
his breath by putting it into execution, but what's the use
of being hanged if you can help it? While treading water

I reached down with both hands, secured a good,,firrn

grip on the later portion of my trowserloonsgtook a long
breath, and lifted with all my enormous strengith.

The result justified my agre,eabl.e expectations. I felt
myself rising! I kept on rising faster and faster,lstrain-
ing every nerve in the tremendous effort. In this manner
I lifted myself clean out of that twenty—five-‘foot well; and

fell, panting and exhausted, upon the solid earth, my I,
strength failing me just as I was ‘fully and fairly above: ,

ground. * 4 I
. If the skeptical reader doesn’t believe this I can show

him the well. .
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_a (lull bucksaw cutting through a stick of wood.

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CHAPTER II.
rnso TO THE RESCUI‘.~‘..

Despite my narrow escape from a watery grave, my
larder‘ for adventure was not darnpened in the least, and
so, with my little-dog percolating at my heels, ~I tramped
onward throughout the remainder of that night, with my
face set toward Boston.

Morning came at last. I was far from home when
dawn broke across the wold. (I use the word “wold” in-
stead of world because it sounds more poetic, and I am

naturally of a highly poetic extinction.) Little birds began’

to carol in the wayside thickets, crickets cricked in the
grass, in 21 near—by marsh frogs were celebrating morning
mass in a masterly manner, and eventually the sun rose
into :1 sky as blue as a poker player who has bet his last
blooming chip on four kings and found that some other
crook at the table holds four aces. T

It was a beautiful morning. but, having been born with
a decided penchant for food, without which I have un-
fortunately, up to thepresent date, found it quite difiicult
to subsist, I had no eye for the beauties of the universe
scattered around me. My stomach was hollow.

I lmew that little Fido must also be hungry, although he
had bravely refrained from saying so. _ ' . ,

I knocked at the door of a «house, and a- kind lady
came out and asked me what I wanted. .I told her I was
that flemished that I knew I could find nutriment even in
the hole of a doughnut, which I would demonstrate to

her satisfaction if she had a few doughnut holes to‘

spare. ,

At first the lady was somewhat suspicious. She asked
me for my name and pedigree. I told her my name was
Johnny Jones, but that I had carelessly mislaid my pedi-
gree, and lost the blamelthing. In order to allay her
suspicions, I related a pathetic tale about a great—grand-
mother who was dying in Boston, and whose bedside I
hoped to reach before the doctors could finish her.

She was touched. She told me she was a widow, and
I congratulated her on‘ the spur of the moment. She
promised refreshments for me and my dog if I would
perform some slight manual labor by sawing a cord of
wood or so for her. The wood was in the woods'hed.- ‘I
inspected it with a sad and regretful eye. It never did
agree with me to saw wood, and I ‘offered to‘ shovel the
sunshine‘ off the widow’s front walk.

But she was impervious to my argument, and so, peel-

. ing off my coat, I seized the bucksaw andwent at it.

The saw needed honing, and'_I must admit thatjl was
greatly discouraged by the time I had amputated the first
stick or two. I knew I’d never last to finish the job on
an empty stomach, and this led me to set my colossal

intellect at work on the problem.

‘The widow had gone into the house to get breakfast.
I paused and "pondered. Ali" scheme came to me. I made
an effort and found that by zizzing mypbreath through my
teeth and lips I could produce an excellent imitation of
For
the next half hour or more I sat ontthe chopping block
zizzing with consummate industry, lifting and dropping
a stick of wood‘ at regular intervals, so that it would fall
‘with a thud loud enough to be heard inthe kitchen.

As soonas I dared, I put on my coat and strolled into
the kitchen, pretending to wipe beads of perspiration from

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‘my alabaster brow, and betraying every skymptom of

excessive exhaustion.

“Goodness!” exclaimed the widow, in surprise.
you saw the whole of that wood as soon as this?”

“Yes, madam,” I answered, “I saw the whole of that
wood.”

Then she regaled me with a sumptuous breakfast of
ham and beans and corn bread and coffee, and by the
time little Fido and I were eternally satiated the table
looked as if it had been keeping a date with a Kansas
cyclone.

“You were indeed hungry,”
are very young to be walking all the way to Boston to
reach the bedside of a dying great-grandmother. Now,
your parents-——”

“Are both dead,” I sighed.

“Oh,” said _she, “you’re an orphan.

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Have you been

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say this is my first offense.” .

“Your great—grandmother——is she very old?”

“That is the sad part of. it,” I moaned, bursting into
tears. “It is terrible for one to die so young. She is only
thirty—five.” '

The widow seemed surprised.‘ . . .

“Only thirty—five!” she exclaimed; “and your great-
grandmother? You are at least sixteen or seventeen. It
is impossible for you to have a great-grandmother who is
only thirty—five!’’ . — I .

A I perceived the necessity of side—stepplng at once.

“Pardon me, madam,” I said. “The lady is my grand-
mother, but she weighs at least two hundred and ninety
pounds, so I call her my great grandmother.”

And I got awyiy with it. She was so relieved to findtme
strictly truthful that she did not question the possibility

of my having a grandmother of that age. Had she done =

so, I should have explained that doubtless in myhaste I
got the figures reversed, and that my grandmother .was.
fifty—thrce instead of thirty-five. Not being particularly
strong in mathematics, Isometimes make these little fox
pawswith figures. 1 I .
“Your poor father and mother,” murmured the wi
“were they people of a spiritual turn?”
“My father was,” I replied;,“decidedly so.

dow ;

. I have known

him to go out with theparson for spiritual stimulation..
They would go into a back room. somewhere and sit .

down'at an ordinary round table, and it would not be
long before spirits appeared, before them. When those

spirits departed my father used to rap on the table}uan_d *

more spirits would come. After a prolonged séance Of
this kind my father usually saw things.”

“Dear me!” said the widow. “How unfortunate to Iose_ A

such a father. How old was he when he passed away?”

“He was only ,fifty-nine,” I answered, with criminal
carelessness. V ‘ ’

Immediately, if not sooner than that, I. perceived that
it was time for me to be wending my way onward, and
I proceeded to iwend, overloadingher with such a burden
of gratitude that she didn’t have time to get her breath
before I was half a mile down the road. I

Near noon I approached the hoop skirts of a large city.
As I approached, I perceived posted on- fences andithe
sides of old barns many carnivorous posters advertising
a circus which was to appear in that town _on that very
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said the kind widow. “You .

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Entering the town, I lemonaded slowly down the prin-
cipal street. Ere long my ears were salutediby a sound
resembling a base libel on music, and soon the circus band
at the head of a long procession made its appearance.

Both sides of the sthreet were lined with" gaping multi—.

tildes. It seemed that-everybody in town and for miles
around had assembled to witness that parade. Lawyers,
doctors, storekeepers, clerks, stenographers, street labor¥
ers, everybody, in fact, had gathered upon the sidewalks
to see the procession pass, and for the time being busi-
ness in that town was placed horse de tomcat.

The music assassinators of the band were dressed in
bright-red suits, and rode in a gilded chariot. Next in
1ine,ia short distance behind the band chariot, came the
biggest elephant -I have ever seen; certainly the creature
must have weighed twelve or fourteen tons, more or less.

In the center fof the city there was a wooden bridge
spanning a deep, dark river. Unfortunately, this bridge
was not of sufficient strength to sustain the weight of
that huge elephant. Just as the monster reached the mid-
dle span of the structure there was a sudden cracking of
timbgrs, andthe bridge gave way, precipitating theiminense
creature into the water. - '

The excitement immediately became intense. VVomen
shrieked, men shouted, and, \to the relief of everybody,

the circus band stopped firing. The ‘splash of the'ele~’

,iphant" strikir/_1g the surface of the river resembled a clap

.of thun'der_.‘and water was flung over the top of a five—

story building hear at hand.’

Crowding to the nearest bank of the river, I perceived
the poor beast floundering distressingly in the middle of
the stream. Almost immediately I became aware that the
creaturescould not swim, and was, therefore, doomed to

be drowned unless some one could devise *a means of its

rescue. Right before the eyes of those helpless and hor-
rified spectators the beast sank and rose and sank again.

I The manager of the circus, who was likewise the owner,
came tearing through the crowd, frothing at the mouth,

and shrieking that he would pay a reward of five hundred’
dollars toany one“\who would rescue the elephant.

I saw my opportunity, and grappled with it.
“Clam yourself, sir,” said I. “I will relieve you of
Your priceless treasure shall not

‘Then I called my faithful dog. I
g“.Fido,” I cried, pointing toward the drowning mammal,
“it’s up to you to get busy. VVe need the mazuma. Go

‘ . fetch, ’Fido.i’ E

Instantly my noble dog plunged ‘into the river and swam
swiftly toward the elephant. ‘ Just as the great beast was

’ sinkingfor‘ the third time, Fido‘ seized it by one “ear,
 and, holdinggthe elephant’s head above the surffle, turned
it and struck out for the nearest shore. I

It’ was a ‘fearful struggle.‘ For a time the issue hung
in. the balance, or words to that effect. Once Fido, ele-
phant, and all disappeared from view, and the’ crowd
‘shouted in alhigh key. ‘That is, most of the crowd; but,

I judging by the smell of the man’s breath next to me, the
I touched him gentlyon‘

I the shoulder, and admonished him to keep up his spirits.
 Hiccuping slightly, he assured me that it was frequently

key he shouted in was whisky.

far. more difficult for him to keep them down; _
With folded arms, I serenely waited until little Fido

 reached the bank and dragged the elephant, limp .and nearly

drowned, but still alive, out upon dry ground.

The spectators cheered wildly, and the proprietor of the
circus made a dastardly attempt to fall on my neck and
kiss me, but I held him off.

“My dear boy,” he cried,
thanks.” I A

“No,” I answered; “you owe me five hundred dollars,

i“I owe you a thousand

and I’ll take it in‘ frigid cash. Even a certified check will‘

be scrutinized with suspicion.”

CHAI’TER III.
THE CAPTAIN MEETS A RASCAL.

The proprietor of the circus was most profuse in his
gratitude. He was a gent who, without exaggeration.
could be called effulgent. I-Iepcertainly hadra rush of
words to the mouth, but I declined to let the flow of gas
overcome me, rigidly insisting on my rights, and demand-

ing that he should make good and cough up. Seeing that ‘

1 could not be bluffed, he finally extended an invitation
for me to accompany him to his headquarters at the circus
grounds, where he could renumerate me according to his
promise. I I I I

“I want you to understand,” he said, “that I am a man

of my word. I am Samuel 1?. Slick,‘ proprietor -and
owner of Slick’s' lVIa.nnno_th- Circus and Colossal Aggrega~
tion of VS/ild Beasts.” if I . I

“Glad to know’ you, Mr; Slic,k,”lsaid I. “I am highly
flavored; Lead on, and I will stick to you closer than
a porous plaster to la rheumatic shoulder blade."

Visions of that five hundred percolated through my ‘

cerebellum. In fancy I was already fingering various long,
green certificates with pictures of presidents upon them;
Why, I had that;money spent before we even hove in sight
of the circus grounds. I

Mr. Slick led me to a small tent abaft the main tent.
Little Fido followed us cheerfully. As soon as we were
inside the small tent, and thus shielded from prying eyes,
Mr. Slick sunk his grappling hooks into his trowsers pocket
and dragged up a solitary greasy five—dollar bill,” ‘which
he beamingly offered me. , '

“Take it, son-«take it!” he urged magnanimously. .“You

“deserve it, for that dog of yours is really a wonder.” v

“I beg your hasty pudding,” said I, refraining from
cleaving unto the fiver; “but haven’t you made a slight
mistake?” . ‘

“Eh?” said he quickly. “Why, I thoughtil saidfive.
Is it possible that I said one? Oh, well, never mind;
we’ll call it five, justithe same, for it certainly was worth
it. It’s yours l” E‘ - -

“What under theicanister of heaven do you take me
for?” I cried warmly. “You said five hundred. Get
busy, Mr. Slick, and add about ninety—nine duplicates to
that lonesome William.” .

Immediately Mr. Slick blew up. _He turned purple in
the face, and lookedplike a. toad with the colic.

“Why, you young scoundrel,” he roared, “are, you trying
to bluff me out of alot of real money? I said I’d give

any one five dollars to save my elephant, and I meant it. I

Under the circumstances, I’m not obliged to pay you a

cent, ifor you didn’t' pull the elephant out; it was that there,

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He started to putithe bill back into his pocket.
I reached right out and secured it. ,
“I can ,=take money from one,” I remarked, “and that’s

dog that didit. But I.,can’t give money to a dog, and

 
  

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just about what you are———and then a fEiW.< Unfortunately
the United States slanguage does not furnish adjectives
suitable to fit your particular case, and, as it happens that
I can’t speak French a great deal better than I can speak
it, I’ll refrain from attempting the impossible task of tell-
ing you just what I think of you. It chances that I’m
busted; otherwise I would spurn your filthy lueifer with
ignominy.” ‘ ' r

I left him in high dudgeon, and went right away from
there. I’ll admit that I, was extensively sore; but live
bones would purchase :1 beefsteak and trimmings, and I
was again languishing with hunger. ~ -

,We dined. Eidri and I, and we went the linit, from beef
a la mud to demzi tassles. When I had tipped the waiter
munificently I found that only twenty cents of the late-
larnented fiver .rernainetl,in the exchequer. ls/Vith that I
purchased aillagrant Havana cigar, and again set forth
upon my weary tramp toward my predestination.

I think: I had left the city about a mile astern, and was
slowly oozing along, buried in deep thought; when the
Slfltlderi C_QI’lSl1ml‘l'lati_3 blast of an vautomobubble horn gave
me such a start that I jumped about ten feet straight up
into” the ambient atmosphere. 4 j V j -

Now, it happened that the gasoline jaunting car was
approaching from behind with considerable acceleration.
I am sure the buzz wagon could not have been more
than ten rods‘ behind ‘me when_ the clieffonifll‘ blew“ that
blast on his horn, and the blasted tliingfinade me, jump’,

Andthe machine was moving with such expefcllvience that
when lcame downl ‘alighted fairly on tl1e‘c_ushionecfl seat
in the tonneau, ' M j '

_By the titnel gotimy l)rCat:l1’and_lt1uietedthe  ,

beatings of my h'eart,ll realized that I was comforjtably
languishing in _a‘”‘strictly’A'first—-Class, up—.to—dat_e_'naug_h_ty—

l moliile thalt‘Vwas' taking me toward Boston a, great deal

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faster thn  coulcl wa_lk._’, _ h V ’ ,
.°_'l3esi_cl‘e:¥yo_urs tru,ly,l"tl1e'only other person_in the cat’
Was‘ the (river, who_wafis_ _SQ'l‘prcoC.c'u'pied ‘with, his job‘ of
talcing the road turns at a’b_‘o'utit,sever‘1ity'miles'anhoulr, that
he had‘ not even seemed ‘casually to iiotice 'tl'1jeA uncgre,
moriiousp manner in"whic_h I‘ had droppedjgiti on_l1im. A‘

The old gocart was a‘ good ,on¢.,"on l0iO.lill1.g:_ it vlovél.‘

with the eye of a 'cricket,_ 1'" perceived at once .t1ia_tlii1 the

way, of such’ machines‘_it'migl1t_becallecl the die‘ this iélstér.
I» congratu,lated,m,yself _-with impunity. \/Vliat could» be

i more siatisfavctory. than to ‘make a portionxof- my, journey

in this mamierl? -‘With ‘:a sigh do-f__-contentmen_t,A I_ settled
baclgmurmuring in,dulcet tones: ' ‘

“Let, her rip, old boy! As long as

Walter;.” " r j r    ,   _ .  
V Then came a sudden horrifying thought: . My ¢log—,-;-r_n,y
soot little‘ dog Fidel What had be‘c‘ome'o'fv him? '

I turned to cast. my eyes backward, but, fearingfli might

"   not recover them it _I_ did _so,._,I,_refrainecl. and simply

j   tried to loo”, butithe course asterirwas simply

blfltted out by -Til filoudjelf dust; There was so much dust

A ’ : i:n'_l,the~air;tl1,at it seemed to crowd itael,f_. for roozfn. I felt

sure_we".were tearing up, theselid earth at such a rate
that where the ‘road',had.been'ther‘e would remain nothn

 i,n,g,biut_a long, deep” ditch after we had passed over it.

‘Poor little Fido! Would ,1 ever again behold ‘my

L Iaithful little; quinine e;o,rnp:anion§’v I feared not. ,

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hurdle ‘a stone wall or climb -afi~'tree,'ayou can’t feaze little

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In a short time, however, we struck a long strip of
macadamized bullyevarpd, and, again looking round, I per-
cevered that we were no longer distributing the highway
over the adjacent country.

Imagine my unbounded amazement and joy on discov-
ering my little dog a few rods abeam, coming like the
wind, his eyes protruding like glass doorknobs, and some-
thing like a yard and a half of his tongue hanging from
his mouth. He was simply making tremendous eindeavors
to keep up with that car, which now seemed to be only

occasionally connecting slightly with the extremely remote gt

elevationséand he was practically doing it.

But I realized that this could not last long., Speedy as
he surely was, Fido could not continue to hit it up at
something better than a mile a minute for more than forty
or fifty miles without eventually becoming weary and dis-
couraged. ‘

On the spur of the nionientuin I decided that something A

must be done. V .
Then ‘If called to little Fido, making at the same. time
an encouraging.gcnuflcxion with my lily-white hand. He

responded at once with a tremendous burst of. s,pee.El~ and ,. "
a flying leap that brought him sailing over the bacl; pf

the machine into the tonneau beside me.
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-A DIVER’S GREATEST nausea, ‘V .7 \ .  i

The greatest enemy of the diver is paralysis, and tl5's,

strangely enough, is not caused by. sending him intolthe .
sea, hut in carelessly "taking him out of pit." In bringing.

a» -diver to the "surface from any“ great depth‘, fig, gnuelil as
half? an hour is spent in what is. known as “stagi‘ng'”chi'm§
I-leis brought iupgto a" certain depth from the surfacelland

there "held, while" he fights vigorously with arms andlegs in ii

to quicken the circulation temporarily, and so -to ’assist7in

dc sweeping the excess of nitroger/1 out of the tissues ‘of the A
body. This excess of nitrogen’, forced into the blood under V ” V

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sis. ’At various depths before reaching "the surface,.thei 1

good diver, who understands what causes paralysis,wW7ill
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“A. passenger» on ,2; transatlantic liner had .beeni5si,c1;, for 
One evening he f€lf,;80YIl§Wl3a_i«
better. promenaded. the saloon for some tinie, . About‘
ten;o’clock he thought of retiring to his stateroom. which. - v

fiver clays in succession.

was on the upper deck. Before leaving. .the.salo.on  “

sought the steward and said: ,:

‘fl want you to send. me some hot “water
at half p_as_t.si;x in the morning, Will“ you__rernembe_r it-?‘‘:‘

The steward promisedarid ithe passenger ;s1:arte<_:l_ up; tlici 
saloon compsniomvay. ”_1;‘he..st,eps were brassecovered and

very slippery. He reached"tl.1[c first landing all right, but
Slippfdf on the first step of the secondatlcl camfe rattling
all the way down. again. He was picked up rather battered,
but nota bit disconeertcd. .

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you not to forgetthat hot water at ball past _sixVlin the‘
morning.” - A ‘ » i i '- e

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Declares He Fasted for Fifty-one Days.

Charles B. Champion, grain man, of Fort \7\/orth, Texas,
is boasting about a fasting feat which he believes sur-
passes all long—distance records in the abstinence line. But
he did not go out to win any “noneats"‘ record primarily.

His health ,was poor. He hadread that the stomach was
frequently abused by the callous and indifferent manner in
which it is burdened with more or less indigestible Sub-
stances, and decided to give it a rest. , A

He concluded a little trip “back to nature” would pro-
duce desirable rcsults. He took his family with him to the
mountains of Pennsylvania and there emulated the ‘mendi-
cant who has “had nothing to eat for three days.” But
he went the average street—corner solicitor of alms one
better. Also, he vied with a certain brand of medical
wizards who had gone without food longer than the ordi-
nary man cares to.

For fifty-one days he took no food, and drank only.

water. At the end of his fasting beriod. although he had
lost thirty—nine pounds in weight, he was declared physically
sound by physicians. During his fast he experienced no

discomfort, and spent enjoyable days whipping the streams.

near his camp for trout, and in long tramps over the

in country.

Governor Doused When Gun Kicks.

While on a shooting expedition along the St. Francis
River, in Missouri, with Governor Hays, of Arkansas.

.. Governor Major, of Missouri, got a cold bath. The two

governors were crossing a bayou in a canoe. Governor
Hays fired at a duck and missed. Governor ‘Major dropped
his paddle, and. standing half erect. blazed away. The
kick of the gun knocked him into the water. The Arkan-
sas governor managed to reach him and draw him back
in the canoe. Each killed a deer before leaving the cane-
brakes.

Beachy Loops the Loop.

Lincolli Beachey. the aviator. looped the loop twice in
the air above North Island. California. recently. Starting
at a height of 2,500 feet, he dropped straight downward
into the first loop and immediately turned over again into
the second, landing afterward. At no time, seemingly, was
there any loss of control. Beachey said he would repeat
the performance.

Beachey’s feat of looping the loop with a biplane fitted
with an upright motor upset the theory of experts, who had
asserted’ that nothirig but a revolving motor, such as the
Frenchman Pegoud used, could carry an aeroplane over the
top of the loop. Beachey said the loop was much easier
of achievement than flying upside down. He made several
upside—down flights at North Island.

Little Pig by Parcel Post.

Under the protecting wing of Uncle Sam and in care of
the employees of the mail department, a little white Chester
pig, four weeks old, celebrated his birthday recently by
visiting Montpelier, Vt., for the first time, arriving on the
afternoon mail train by parcel post, in what was probably
one of the “softest” journeys ever taken by a “piggie,” at

least in that part of the country, at any rate it was the

first of the “pig nationality” to ever arrive in that city in

this manner.

A very much surprised man was Frank Muzzy, janitor
at the C. V. station, who carries the mail to the post office,
when a small crate was passed out of the car, containing a

little white “grunter,” and as.long as a precedent has been ‘-

established on animals, Frank is wondering whether or
not he may get a box of snakes by the same route some
day. ,-’ I
-Passengers and people waiting at the station flocked
around the crate, which was piled high upon the mail bags,
showing great interest in the strange parcel, which was at
once'taken to the post office, and within an hour or so,

a government employee had delivered the strange ship- -

meut to Vvilliam I. Brown. The little animal‘ was shipped

from Robinson, Vt., by Joseph King.

The postage on the little traveler amounted to 43 cents.

Polonium as Medicine.

Sir VVilliam Ramsay, of England, discussing the proper-
ties of radium at a meeting of the British Radium Corpo-
ration recently, said there were other substances in the
radium ores which had not so far been exploited from a
therapeutic point of view. He hoped that poloninm, which
was perhaps the most easily produced, might prove to
possess therapeutic qualities for the treatment of diseases
which had hitherto not been treated.

Polonium, said Sir William, was-somewhat analogous to
selenium and tellurium, and also to bismuth, the thera-
peutic qualities of which had been tested. Those three ele-
ments remained in the system for some length of time,
and then were excreted, but had practically no therapeu-
tical qualities. Polonium differed from them entirely in
that it gave off alpha rays. just the same as radium did,
and he could not help believing that the potency of radium
‘for therapeutic purposes depended upon the alpha rays.

Radium could not be administered as medicine to human
beings, as it was too expensive, and probably too dan-
gerous, but the three substances he had mentioned were
eliminated in about three months, and his impression was
that poloninm might produce its effects for about that time
and then be eliminated. '

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Bill Dahlen Out.

Bill Dahlen, manager of the Brooklyn National Baseball
Club, has been given his unconditional release. Dahlcn
had held the place for four years. He was famous as a
shortstop.

Lost Hand in Experiment.

With a book on “Experimental Science” at his call,
Godfrey Meier, junior, fifteen years old, tried an experi-
ment in the back yard of his home in New York,~ after
school one day recently. Just what his experiment con-
sisted of the police could not learn, but the result was an
explosion, which blew off the fingers of the boy’s right
hand and so lacerated the hand that it was amputated in
Flower Hospital._ \

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he said he was playing with a magneto. The police think,
however, that he had got hold of a fulminating cap
or something of the kindl At the time of the accident a
four—year—old nephew of Godfrey was standing only a
few feet away. The child was knocked down, but was not
injured. A

Wireless News to Train.

For the first time on record, news bulletins taken by wire-
less were displayed on a moving traih recently. Passen-
gers on ‘No. 3 op the Lackawanna Railroad were aston-
ished to see the latest foreign and home dispatches spread
before their eyes as they were being‘ whirled along at
sixty miles an hour between Scranton and Binghamton, Pa.

The Scranton Times sent 250 words from the Lacka—
wanna wireless station to the moving train, One was on
the battle in Mexico, another regarding the strike in
Schenectady, another relating to the dilemma in Wash~
ington with respect to landing marines in Mexico.

When the train left Hoboken the wireless apparatus was
somewhat disabled, as a generator had burned out. The
operator, however, was able to take dispatches and give
the passengers a news service unique in history.

“To think we didn’t have it for the world’s series!”
mourned an excited Chicago man.

He Prefers the Family Nag.

Wabash County, Indiana, has at least one resident who
has never ridden on a railroad train, street car, or auto—
mobile, and whose fastest rate of travel is limited to the
speed of his horse. This man is Jonathan Baal, who has
lived in.New Holland, a village inthe eastern part of the
county, for the last sixty years, having moved there with
his parents when about fifteen years old. Mr. Bealjs of
the opinion that hisfamily nag can go fast enough for
all practical purposes. 

Mr. Beal travels little, and his journeys during the last
threescore years have been confined almost wholly to trips
to Wabash,‘ the county seat, eleven 'miles from his home.
lntmaking the trip'he always uses his horse, and has re-
fused many invitations to ride in a machine.

Though motor cars hourly pass hisihome, he never sees
a train only when in Wabash, as no railroad touches New
Holland. ~

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Operate on Human Heart.

Probably the most daring chapter in modern surgery is

that which treatsof operations on the heart, says the
*I»V0rZd’~s Work.

“The road to the heart is only two or
three inches long, but it has taken surgery nearly 2,600
years to traverse it,” is one writer's striking remark. How
recent this work is, is made plain from the tact that a book
published by Stephen Paget, in 1895, contained a chapter
on “Surgery of the Heart,” the words being contemptu-
ously inclosed iii quotation marks. it
The scientist, as well as the layman, looked upon, the
heart with an almost superstitious awe. Any injury neces-

sarily implied death; any interference with such an injury
 could-only hasten the "end. Yet manyshrewd observers in
 the course of the ages had noted that all heart wounds
5did not result in instantaneous death‘.
, "It was not unti.1 ten or fifteen yearls ago that surgeons
. beganlto act upon this knowledge. It In exceptional cases

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utilize the interval in an attempt to sew up. thewound? _ S‘

Metlical history now reports many successful operations of
this kind. _:

An especially noteworthy one, performed upon an Ala-
bama negro boy in 1902, illustrates the resources of modern
heart surgery. This boy had been the victim of an es-
pecially nasty stab wound. The knife had penetrated the
apex of the heart and-passed into the left ventricle, mal<—l
ing a wound nearly half an inch long. VVhen the boy was
placed upon the operating table, in the little negro cabin,
the signs of death had already appeared. His feet were
cold and his face showed signs of the utmost distress. The
surgeon made a little, Vvindowlike opening just above the
heart. Through this they could readily see the injured
organ, the blood spurting from the wound at each pulsa~
tion. One surgeon put in his hand, pulled the heart up-
ward, and held it while another, sewed the wound with:
catgut. i

The operation-performed without an an2esthetic~—lasted pi

fifty—five minutes; on‘ the sixteenth day the boy was sit-
ting up; in a short time his heart was,as good as ever.

Fear Rube Waddell is Dying.

In spite of his belief that he was suffering only from
a slight attack of bronchitis, “Rube” Vlladdell, once a
great baseball pitcher, has left Minneapolis to begin a‘
battle with tuberculosis, at his sister’s home in San An-
tonio, Texas.

A short time ago a story was current that he had fallen I

a victim to the white plague, but he scoffed at the idea,
and said he was suffering from a severe cold. '

Since then he has been growing steadily weaker. and
has been in bed for several days. His physicians fear that
VVaddell’s chances for recovery are slight. ’

Ruse of Girl Who Desired to Marry.

Wlieii Martha J. Mayers, sixteen. applied for a niar: T

riage license at Fort Collins, Colo., she told the clerk that

she was over eighteen. She insisted in court the next day  it

that she was telling the truth’.
She explained to County Judge Fred W. Stoverythat
before going for the license she had placed a piece of

paper with the figures eighteen written on it in her shoe;

so that she could truthfully say she was ove/r'eigl'iteen.,
The girl declared that her grandmother had told her
the scheme. ,

Bert 13. Cain, who was arrested for perjury followingv.
the marriage to the sixteen—year-old girl, was held under , 3.
bond. . ' i .i , :7

Man Wanders Fifty Hours. ,
Fifty hours without food or sleep, Harry L.

. Lake. He started from the camp to meet another of the

party.

so slippery that he could not mount the side of the ridge
again over the wet,logs' and pine needles.
“I had no feeling of fear at any time,

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ville, manager of the Savoy Hotel, at North,.’Yakima5V
Wash, wandered into the store in the Nile, in the ‘head—3'~
waters of the Tieton basin, and later arrived in No,1;‘th” _
Yakima. With w. w. Stratton, Roy Gilbert, and a use  it
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,When the hour of the appointment passed Sommerville,
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rains. but kept pushing on slowly. lt seemed to me that
l traveled a thousand miles, but it appears on the map

' to be only about thirty.”

Indian Wins Cotton Prize.

Jack Postoak. a full—blooded Mississippi Choctaw In-
dian, living in Carter County, Okla, won the sweepstake
prize for cotton over competition of all the world at the
international Dry Farming Congress, at Tulsa. He also
won over all competitors at the New State Fair, at Musko-
gee. The contest required a showing in six different stages
of cotton growing——seed, seed cotton, hulls, stalks, bolls,
and lint cotton.

Three. years ago Postoak had sold or leased the four
allotments in his family, and was preparing to go back to
Mississippi because he could not make a living on 1,400
acres of land in Oklahoma. A government agricultural
agent induced Postoak to try once more under government
supervision. He did, on a little fifty—acre tract of land
near Ardmore.
the starving Indian class to a great cotton grower.

iGives Rules for Good Health.

Walk six miles a day.

Live in the ‘fresh air.

Get out in the open in the winter.
Eat proper food.

Keep your body clean.

Sleep well.

If a person follows these rules he will always be healthy, —

according to Governor VV. N. Ferris, who addressed" the
delegates attending the aimual convention of the Michigan
Association for the Prevention of Tuberculosis

Bees Acquire Opium Habit.

The honey bees near Fostoria, Ohio, have contracted
the opium habit. Like the Chinese, they get theirs from
the poppy. ’Many residents of Fostoria grow Oriental
poppies. The bees have found this out, and of late they
aredeaving acres of clover blossoms’ to_ hunt out the
poppy beds. = i

They work vigorously for an hour or so, and then
fall to the ground, apparently as stupelied as are Chinese
opium smokers after “hitting the pipe.” ,

It is said if the bees could only be kept sob'er, there
would doubtless be a great demand for the honey.

The Kaiser Held Up?

A report in circulation, at Berlin, Germany, apparently
originating in Vienna, is to the effect that the kaiser is
about tosell the old Monbijou Palace, now the Hohen-
zollern Museum. It is asserted that the sale is due to
the ‘fact that the recent increase of the emperor’s civil list
is insuliicient. '

There was a similar report some weeks ago regarding
the ‘alleged projected sale of a castle in the Rhineland.

Confirmation of the report is not obtainable.

A Family of White sqmeis.
A ‘family of white squirrels, pure’ white, from tip to

 tip, is making its home in a locust tree near the gate of

Captain» Wyman X. Folsom’s place, opposite Interstate

How theycame to be white, Nature, wise old friend of

. C. the woodland folk, only knows. But probably they are

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albino members of the red squirrel race. The freaks were
discovered six weeks ago, and now. are soetame it is
possible to approach within ‘three or four feet of them
before there’s a gleam of white dashing up the nearest
tree.  ’

George Hazzard, park commissioner, and members of
the Folsom household. have been taking particularly good
care that nothing happens to them, and perhaps Interstate
Park eventually will have a whole race of white squirrels.
Anyway, that's the idea behind the careful care which sur-
rounds the curiosities. ,

Already, however, unkind fate in the form of a mean
old cat has evaded the guardians, and one young squirrel’s
life has been forfeited. ,

“He was one of the nicest of the five,” declared Martin
Tangcn, druggist and friend of Nature’s children. Now
the two old squirrels are doing their best to keep their
two remaining children from other harm. '

Houses have been built for the white denizens, and they
are to have an easy time this winter, according to the
plans of Commissioner Hazzard, for proper food will be
available. no matter how hard the earth freezes at the base
of their locust tree.

Back-pension Pay Good as Fortune. ,

Frank Ferris,.seventy-nine. of Atchison, Kan., who served
during the Civil VVar in the'Third Regiment of Missouri
Infantry, applied for a pension in 1890, but because he
could not produce his discharge he was denied one.
kept on in his efforts to prove that he was a soldier, and
some time ago secured the help of United States Senator
Thompson. C

Recently the adjutant general of Missouri, in going
through the records that were kept in that office during
the war days, discovered the dates of both the mustering
in and discharge of Ferris, and on the strength of %this the
pension will be allowed.

He will receive $30 a month and back pay for twenty-
three years at the rate of $12 a month, or more than
$3,000 in all.

Ferris is a carpenter, and a poor man. His wife is
nearly eighty years old. There is general rejoicing.

Reception Room for Warship Crew.

Secretary Daniels. of the navy. approved plans for a ‘

reception and reading room for enlisted men on the new
battleship New York. Mr. Daniels said the provision
was a new departure, and has been inaugurated to increase

the comfort of the crew and add to the attractiveness of‘
the ship for enlisted men and their visitors when in port.»
Similar changes probably will be inaugurated on other ves- ,

sels.

Cali Has no Tail.

A valuable Holstein cow, belonging to F. L. Sweet, of
North Adams, Mass., has given birth to a handsome calf
which, strange to say. has‘ no tail. Sweet prizes the calf
very highly, and jokingly remarked that he might have it
“retailed.” ‘

Fewer Free Seeds? Statesman Aiigry.
' Secretary Houston, of the department of agriculture, is
“in bad” with iiumerous members of Congress becausehe
has recommended that the distribution of ordinary vege-
table and flower seeds be discontinued. Carloads and car~

    

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loads of these seeds have been distributed free under postal
franks of congressmen and senators, the cost being about
$300,000 a year. Secretary Houston wants to devote part
of the money to the distribution of new and valuable seeds
and plants, on a smaller scale. ‘

Walking Hencoop Arrested.

5A policeman in the outskirts of St. Louis, Mo., saw a
man whose form was anything but a perfect thirty—six.
His coat looked as if some tailor had settled an old
grudge in the general tit, and he fidgeted along like a
person who is harboring a bee.

Suspicious, the oiiicer pursued the man and lifted his
coat. Three fowls cackled gratefully to the ground. The
officer asked for an explanation, and the portable hen-
coop informed him that the chickens flew into his coat to
get warm. '

The police regulations prohibit the belief of anything
as rough as that, and the man was arrested.

Shot Found in Her Appendix.

Surgeons of the Harrisburg, Pa., Hospital removed from
the appendix of Mrs. Reuben Ulrich, of Seline Grove, Pa,
two grains of the shot with which her husband killed a
rabbit last week. Mrs. Ulrich ate a part of the rabbit.

M Passes Dog Off as Baby to Take it on a. Train.

Because it would cost $1 fare for her dog.‘ while babies
could ride free, a Mrs. Welchel, of near Lead Hill, Ark,
recently “put one over on the railroad company” by dress-
ing her pet dog in baby clothes.

When Mrs. Welcliel, with the “baby," climbed aboard the
hack to Lead Hill, Fido let loose a series of barks. “Her
hand exposed,” Mrs. Vl/elchel turned back a veil, and from

the bundle of supposed humanity there appeared the head

of a fice. » ~
Conductor Clyde Miller, when told~of the success of the
ruse, merely remarked: “It takes a woman to beat the

road.”

Leg Buried With His Body.

Valentine Weisenberger’s right leg, which was amputated
twelve years ago, was brought from the undertaker’s dead
room and placed in Weisenberger’s coiiin to be buried
with the rest of the body at Fort ‘Wayne, Ind, recently.

‘When VVeisenberger’s leg was amputated he ordered it
delivered to an undertaker with instructions for the latter
to embalrn it and keep it for thekcomplete burial. His

 orders were followed.

Smallest High-school Boy. 4
George Fielding, a ‘freshman in the Brazil, Ind., High
School, is the smallest pupil who ever entered the school.

I He/is 2 feet IO inches high. I-Iestands well in his studies.
0 His home is at Carbon;

“Some Punkins.” A
There are 500 pumpkins on one vine which covers an
‘eighth of an acre on Doctor R. G. Sloan’s farm, at Little
River, S. C. One of the pumpkins weighs 100 pounds.

No Reason for Egg Famine.
Although the country faces something like an egg famine
to-day, the number of eggs produced in this country has
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the census bureau. Between I899 and 1909 the popula§
tion increased II.per cent, but theegg production grew
23 per cent. ’

This estimate does not include the large number of eggs

produced by amateur poultrymen in the suburbs of cities.
It shows merely the farm product. .

The price of eggs paid to the farmers in that period
advanced an average of atiout 11 cents to an average of
IQ cents.

Illinois enjoyed the cheapest egg supply. The pricelthere
in I9I2 varied from 22 to 28 cents a dozen. In New York
it was 29 cents to 41 cents.

The estimated production of eggs for 1913 is 1,734,52o,~
ooo dozen, an average of 17.7 dozen per capita. In 1909
the production was only 1,591,311,000 dozen.

Carley, the Crow, Still Living.

“Curley, the Crow,” the only survivor of the Custer masw

sacre, a half~blood Sioux scout, is in his seventy-second
year. He declares that the famous painting, “Custer’s
Last Stand,” does not truly represent the scene, since it

shows scalped and mutilated American soldiers on the field ‘

of battle at Little Horn, where, on June 24, I876, Custer
and practically all of his command perished. “There was

no scalping and no mutilation,” says Curley. “Four hun~

dred and seventy-three soldiers were killed, and not a
mark was found on them that was not made fby bullets.
I was General Custer’s scout, and he had sent me for re-
enforcements the night before ‘the battle. I was returning
with Captain Bentline and his command. While I was
still a long way off my horse was shot from under me.
and I got down and ran until I came into the thick of
the fighting. As I got there, I saw the soldiers were lying
dead right and left. Those four hundred and seventy—three
had been surrounded by six thousand Sioux. I saw Cus-
ter fighting with his saber, and I thought he was the last

man alive there, but I soon saw that his brother, Lieutenant V A

Tom Custer, was fighting beside him. He fell, and;”Gen-
eral Custer then stood alone. The Indians could {easily
ha\ve killed him before that, but the purpose was to take
him alive. Fourteen Indians whom he had slashed and

gashed with his saber lay,/near him, most of them dead
or dying. I called to General Custer, meaning to tell him,

of General Rcno’s refusal to come, and he said, ‘You here,
Curley? .We’ll fight to the end.’ Those were his last

A words. A big Sioux seized hislarm, and Custer turned on
him and dealt a terrible saber stroke that half cut his head,
As he did this, the son of the Sioux fired his rifle

off.
at Custer, and the ' bullet went through his heart. I
pushed through toward Custer as he ‘fell.
as he sank back dead.” I

Changes in Water-polo and Swimming-race ‘Rules.
Radical changes in the rules that came up for consid-

. eration were passed upon _fav0rably at the annual meeting‘
,- of the Intercollegiate Swimming Association held at the

New York Athletic Club a few days ‘ago. Most of them

affected water polo, and all wereproposed by the graduate
advisory board, a committee created last winter, when the,

managers and captains of the various college teams, after
encountering all sorts of troublewith the rules in vogue,
decided the matter ought to be placed in the hands of
competent and experienced veterans of the sport.

The work of this cornmittee, judging from the report,»
was thorough. \/Vater polo came in for most of their at“-,

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tention, they asserted, because it was that division that had
created most dissatisfaction. Witli an eye toward making
the contests less one-sided than heretofore, the board ruled
that in "future the ball be given to the team scored ‘against
after each goal. A

A second change was the substitution of three periods
for two in every game, to alleviate the tax on the strength
and stamina of the players, and another was an amend-
ment permitting a player to return to the game after he
had once been withdrawn. The object of the latter ruling
is to decrease the size of the visiting squad and thereby
The value of this change
cannot be overestimated, for the matter of expenses has
been the bugbear that has retarded the development of
the sport among the colleges. '

The elimination of the one and a half .Fly'i11g Dutchman
from the list of legal dives was another important amend-
ment. The dive was considered too dangero s for col-
legians, several serious accidents having resulted at dual
meets within the last few years. '

Therewas one subject. however, over which the ad-
visory board and the college representatives failed to
agree, and that was the question_ot eliminating the plunge
from the list of events to make. room for the back stroke.
The board favored the change on the ground that the
plunge was not an interesting event from a" s_pectator’s

standpoint, that it did not develop swinnners, and that it
, had been stricken off national and _Olympic programs. The

back stroke’ was one style of swimming at which Ameri-

fcanshad been beaten easily‘ at theilast Olympic meet. . The
delegates, however, voted to refuse the change priricipally

because most of'the colleges‘ had first-class plungers on
their squads-‘-.men capable of winning points. i
No other‘ colleges having requested adniission into the

V association, the championship. tournament will again be lim-

ited to Yale, Princeton, Pennsylvania, Columbia, and the

College“ of -the City of. New York. To interest other uni;

versities in the sport it was agreed to add a "special l‘ifty+

yard event-for all colleges outside of the association in the

championship meet- . ' l . I -
 . » 'iFrorns Force of Habit. c ,

T;  3'Staley, of lfirighton, Mich," has a horse of a re-

, ligious turn‘o.f'mi'nd. ~ i\*li'.’ Staley has many horses, in fact,

but e”a'ch one is assigned to ‘adifferent duty. The one in

‘fquestion has always been used to convey the family to

church‘, and when not busyon Wednes(l;1y or Sunday even—

dings," is" turned'—~int0'i pasture. Saturday, however, Mr.

Stale-‘y smashed a prec_cde5nt by hitching the animal up for

T a drive to'tlie-Farmers’ Club. The yfarmil1elperdrove"tl1c V
,animaI’to'the front door and there allowed it to stand;
 untied. An unusual delay within the Staley abode kept
is Dobbin standing past the allpointed time for departure, and
 after a few anxious glances, he ambled off in the direction
of the Presbyterian .-Church’, where membersof the family
_,found him waiting at the regularhour to take them home.

_fWeak.Iiog' Dre: at 102; _
vBelievedIto‘have:'su€l1 a4 slender hold on life that
he ’was7c‘hr'i_stened when two days Old, Philip Carlyon lived
to be the oldest clergyman in the kingdom. He died at
Peiinance House,’ Falm-outh, England, within six weeks

' of his load birthday. ‘He was ordained in 1836 and re-
l tired at the age of 70.
Mr.~'Carlyon—7possess'ed remarkable vitality until within

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a. short period of his death, taking long walks and attend— 3

ing church regularly. He remembered his father lighting
a bonfire on receipt of the news of the battle of Waterloo,
and was terribly frightened when an effigy of Bonaparte
was thrown into the flames, thinking it was a real man.
Mr. Carylon’s youngest brother died at the age of 92. ‘

Cow in Chinese Restaurant.‘

Consternation was created among patrons of a Chinese
restaurant, at Ogden, Utah, when a cow which had been
nibbling the grass growing between the cobblestones of
the street—car tracks, spied in the window of the restau-
rant a quantity of green vegetables, and started in after
them. Frantic efforts to frighten away the cow proved
futile, and Vvong Ching. the proprietor, telephoned the
police. Patrolman jolin Russell arrived later and drove
the cow to the city pound.

Pays for Stolen Tobacco.

A. A. Bouch, who, twenty-four years ago, conducted a
grocery store in Manorville, Ford City, F'a., received the
following_ letter from Edvvarrl C\.1Ulllt‘.lgi‘iZll11, \Vl_lC|S€’. b0y~
hood was passed in l.\:lanorvi1le, and who now resides in
Pit tshurgh : C A

“All is well with my soul. I have found salvation, and

am born again. "\Vhen I found Jesus He told me to do
His will, and to do right by -any man I have wronged.
i asked pl.-‘Iim to forgive me for stealing tobacco. I in-
close ten cents fdr two packages of tobacco which .1
took from your store twenty-live years ago.”

Facts You May Not Know.

The great mass of steel in the buildings of lower New
York is said to affect the compasses of the ships approac,l1g
ing the city. V b i ’

There are sixteen cables across the north Atlantic
Ocean. , g . ’ _

It is probable that the Nile contains a greater variety

of fish than any other river in the world. An expedition \
‘sent by the British ~Museum brought back 8,000 speci-
. IHCUS.‘ .

Thuegtarget on the ground to test _the_ accuracy. of aéror
plane bomb throwers is sixty feet in diameter. The_fif-

teenepound bombs. are drvoppecl at. an elevation‘ of 656

feet. ‘ » . . .
Thereiaire 20,000 kinds of butterflies in the world.

The custom of throwing rice at weddings originiated in
China. b _ g i

A patient Englislunan has carved the kingls mono-.

_ gram and similar devices on an eggshell.

By the end of 1916‘ the Chinese army expects to have
1,000 aeroplanes, this year's budget calling for the pur—
clizlse of 250. ‘ , H 1 K

Boys in 8. fresh—air school in Buffalo, N. Y., prune the
orchard trees on the school grounds, grow eatalpa trees

for future transplanting, study bird whistles and notes’

as they hear them in the orchard, and incidentally acquire
a valuable insight into the main principles of forestry.

A Clever Football Play.
‘:‘‘I would have given one thousand dollars if that play
had gone for a touchdown l” exclaimed Coach F. H.

(“Hurry—Up”) Yost, after Quarter Back Tommy Hughitt.  .i it

crossed‘ the Penn's‘goal on a fake~kick formation. ,
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gan was penalized for holdiing in the line——a Michigan man
slipped in the mud and grabbed a Penn forward to save
himself, and the referee called it holding.

The play was Yost’s masterpiece-«the crowning achieve-
ment of a career unequaled in football. Never has the
Wolverine Wizard conceived a cleverer coup, and never
had he taught his men to execute one with more deadly
precision. '

Football men at the game united in declaring that the
fake was the cleverest thing they ever saw on a gridiron.
It takes a higher place than Yost’s marvelous triple for-
ward pass, which dazed Penn a year ago.

The play came in the‘ third quarter of the Michigan-
Pennsylvania game November 15. Michigan worked the
ball to Penn’s thirty-yard line and CaptainPaterson was
called back for a place ‘kick.

In the Cornell game, a week previous, Paterson kicked

goal under identical conditions, and the Penn scouts had‘

reported it.

Quarter Back Hughitt dropped upon one knee, with
hands outstretched to receive the ball and place it for
Pat-e"rson’s educated toe-.

Hughitt called the signal and the oval sailed through
the air. But the hearts of twenty thousand fluttered when
it was seen that Hughitt couldn’t place the ball properly.
Paterson stepped forward to kick. ’ “

The Pennsylvania forwards were oozing through the
line; the secondary defense was closing in; there wasn’t
a second to lose as Paterson’s foot swung forward, missing
the ball! a ,

But as he missed Hughitt hugged the oval to his jersey.
and, .jumping to his feet, swept around the Quaker line
like a jack rabbit, to plant the ball between the Quaker
goal posts, while the Pennsylvania forwards fought des-
perately to get back through the line they had been pur-
posely permitted to penetrate.

Such was the perfection of plan and execution that thou-
sands didnot realize until the next day that it was a Yost
coup, and not an accident. W

Knife Gives Girl I Sight.

Vera Critchfield, five years old, of Barberton, Ohio:

blind from birth, to—day is able to see. Her case is only
one example of what the State blind commission is doing
for the blind children of Ohio. The commission has
proved that all children blind from birth are not help-
lessly blind. One surgical operation removed the film from
Vera’s eyes. One or two others will fully restore her
sight; l

Dream Saves Her Farm.

A dream in which Miss Helen Lochlin, of Bennett, Ill.,
had a vision of her dead brother directing her where to

. find at will he executed in 1897 saved her home to her

when she was preparing to leave ‘it because of an admin—
istrator’s sale. —
The will was found by Miss Lochlin, who is more than
fifty years old, where the vision told her it was hidden?
Miss Lochlin and her brother Frank lived on the small
"farm for many years. Frank died in ‘the spring of IQIO,
and shortly after‘a partition suit was instituted by an-
other sister, who lives in Denver. , With no funds to buy
in the share of the estate awarded to the sister by the
court, Miss Lochlin was preparing to leave the home.
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as Taliss Lochlin was named executrix ‘by her brother, the
estate will not go under the hammer, and she will remain
on the farm. A

Man Lives Long in Kitchen.

When c. B. Wright, an old soldier andbachelor, sold
his home at Argyle, Wis., the other day, to move to Flor~
ida, it was discovered that since the death of his mother,
fifteen years ago, he had spent his life in the little kitchen
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01—1<‘rank Mer1'i\vell as lust ructor.
02—~I)i(tk Me1‘riwell‘s \‘:1.\'use.
03--Dick Merriwell‘s Quirl.
04—1)iek Merriwell’s I«‘rc-slinian Friend.
O5——~I)i<'k Merriwell’s Best Forui.
)1'i———I)ick Merriwell‘s Prank.
)7—~~I)ick Merriwell’s (lunihol.
08~——I)iek Merriwe1l’s Gun.

J Dick Merriwell at Ilis Best.
()——l’)ick Mei-riwe1l’s .\~Iaster Mind.
1———I‘)ick .VIer1'iwell’s Dander.
i.’——I)ick Merriwell’s Hope.
.'£———I.Jiek's Merriwell’s Stuntlnrd.
4»~I‘)ick Merriwell‘s Sympatliy.
:')—I)ick Merriwell in Lumber Land.
6~—~I<‘rank Merriwell‘s l.«‘airness.
'g'——I‘<‘rank 1\lerriwell’s Plerlyw-.
R—Frank Merriwell. the Man of Grit.
!)—~I“1'ank Merriwell’s Return l’.lo\V.
‘ ——~Frank Merriwell‘s Quest.

j l——~I<‘rank Merriwell’s Ingots.

'.2—~Frank Merriwell's Assistn nee.
..3——I-‘rank Merriwell at the Throttle.
7‘24—~I«‘rank Merriwell, the .=\lw:1ys nearly.
72:”)~—~Franl< Merriwell in Dizimond Land.
726—~Frank Merriwe1l’s Desperate (‘hance.
7‘27—~F1'ank Merriwe1l’s Black Terror.
728——Frank Merriwell Again on the Slab.
7‘2$)——Frank Merriwell's Hard (in me.
730———I<‘rank Merriwe1l's Six-in-hand.
731——l<‘rank Merriwell’s Duplicate.
732-Frank Merriwell on Rattlesnake

Ranch.
733——Frank Merriwel1’s Sure Hand.
734A——Frank iVIerriwe1l’s 'I‘r(-asure Map.
7.".:')—-«Frank Merriwell, Prince of the Rope
736——Dick Merriwell, Captain of the Var-

sity.

737-—Dick Merriwe1l’s Control.
738-——Dick Merriwell’s Back Stop.
739——Dick Merriwell’s Masked I-Inemy.
740—Dick Merriwell’s Motor Car.
741-——I)ick Merriwell'S Hot Pursuit.
742—I)iek Merriwell at Forest Lake.
743——Dick Merriwell in Court.

744——Dick Merriwell’s Silence.
745———I)ick Merriwell’s Dog.

746——Dick Merriwell's Subterfu;_:e.
747——Dick Merriwell’s Enigma.
748—Dick Merriwell Defeated.
749—Diek Merriwell’s “Wing?
7'50——~Dick Merriwell's Sky Chase.
751—Dick Merriwel1’s Pick~ups.
752«-Dick Merriwell on the Rocking R.
753——Dick Merriwell’s I’eneI'ration.
754-——Dick Merriwell’s Intuition.
755——Dick Merriwell’s Vantage.
756-——Dick Merriwell’s Advice.

757———Dick M erriwell‘s Rescue.

758-Dick Merriwell. American.
759——Dick Merriwell’s Understanding.
760—Dick Merriwell, Tutor.

761-Dick Merriwell‘s Quandary.
762——Dick Merriwell on the Boards.
763——Dick M erriwell. Peacemaker.
764———Frank Merriwell’s Sway.
765-—Frank Merriwell's Comprehension.
766——Frank Merriwell‘s Young Acrobat.
767—Frank Merriwell‘s Tact.
768~——Frank Merriwell‘s Unknown.
769-—Frank Merriwe1l's Acuteness.
770—Frank MerriweIl‘s Young Uaiiaclian.
771——Frank Merriwell’s Coward.
772-——-Frank Mer1'iwell's Perplexity. ,
773-——Frank Merriwell’s Intervention.
774-—Frank Merriwell‘s Daring Deed.
775—F'rank Merriwell’s Suceor.
776—Ft-ank Merriwell‘s Wit.
777-—I4f‘rank Merriwell‘s Loyalty.
778————Frank Merriwell’s Bold Play.
779-——Frank Meri-iwell's Insight.
780———Frank Merriwell’s Guile.
7R1.——-Frank Met-riwell’s Campaign)
782-Frank Merriwell in the

Forest.
78.‘:-—lv‘rank Merriwell’s Tenacity.

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R4-Diek Merriwell‘s Self-sacrifice.
.\..'>—I.)ic1{ Merriwel1's Close Slmre.
«\‘|i——I)iek Merriwell's I.’e1'ception.
h'T—~I)ick Merriwell's Mysterious Disap-
' pea ram-e. -

788——1>icl< Merriwell's Detective Work.
78$)-—~l )ick Merriwel1‘s Proot‘.

7!)0—~I)i(:k Merriwel1‘s Il1':1in Work.
7SJ1-—l)ick Merriwell’s Queer Case.
7!):.’——l)ick .\Ierriwell. N:i\'ig:i1or.

7!).‘%—-—I)ick .\Ier1'i\Vell‘s Good I"(‘]l0W.\‘1li|).
7$)4——l)ick ;\Ierriwell's Fun.

7£l:')-llick .\Ierriwell‘s.(‘ommencement.
7!)6—-—I)i(.-k Merriwell at .\[mil:1uk 1’oint.
TS)?-—-Dick Merriwell. Mediator.

7!)R—I lick .\Ierriwel1'sDecision.

7$)9~—l lick Merriwell on the Great Lakes.
.\1)0-—lli('k .\Ie1'1‘iwell (Taught i\'appin::.
S01——I)i<-l< Merriwell in the Copper (‘oun-

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R0‘_’—-I7icl< Merriwell Strapped.
S0:§———l’)ick .\Ierriwell’s Coolness.
S04—l'>iek Merriwell‘s Reliance.
SO5——Dick ;VIerriwell’s College l\_Iate.
R0(i———lWiel< Merriwell’s Yo1i11;{1’11Uh<‘1'-
R07—l'liek Merriwell‘s Prodding.
,<2(>R——-l”i'anl< l\Ierriwe11's 3037- ~
R0.‘)—l1‘rank MerriWel1’s Interference_
910-—I“rank Merriwell’S YOUIHI W511‘1'101'S-
R11-—~l1‘rank Merriwell’s Appraisal.

R1 2——l<‘rank Merriwell’S 1“O1';.'iV(—‘fl!‘-SW
R1.‘l——l’rank Merriwell’s Lads. _
R14——l<‘rank Merriwell’s Young! AVHITOFS.
R1.'»——l«‘rank Merriwell’s Ilot-head.
-\‘1(i—Iliek Merriwell. Diplomat.
917-Dick Merriwell in Panama.
R18-—-Dick Merriwell’s Perseverance.
919-—Ilick Merriwell Triumphant.
R:20~—Dick l\ierriwell’s Betrayal. _
921-Dick Merriwell. Revolutiomst.
-QTZ2-——Dick Merriwell’s Fortitude.
.Q23—Dick Merriwell’s Undoing.
R24~—Diek Merriwell. Universal Coach.
R25——Dick Merriwell’s Snare.

R‘26—Dick Merriwell’s Star Pupil.
R27———Diek Merriwell’s Astuteness.
828-—Die Merriwe1l’s Responsibility.
R29——Dick Merriwell’s Plan.
8f¥0—Dick Merriwe1l’s Warning.
R.'l1——Dick Merriwell’s Counsel.
S32-—Dick Merriwell’s Champions.
-9-'?3——Dick Merriwell’s Marksmen.
834—~Dick Merriwell’s Enthusiasm.
835——T)ick Merriwell‘s Solution.
836—I)ick Merriwell’s Foreign Foe.
837--Dick Merriwell and the

Warriors.

838——Diek Merriwell’s Battle for the Blue.
939-—Dick Merriwe1l’s Evidence.

840-———Dick Merriwell’s Device.

841-—Dick Merriwe1l’s Princeton Oppo-

nents.

842——Dick Merriwell’s Sixth Sense.
843—I)ick Merriwel1’s Strange Clew.
844—Dick Merriwell Comes Back.
845——Dick Merriwe1l’s Heroic Crew.
R46—Dick Merriwell Looks Ahead.
R47—~Dick Merriwell at the Olympics.
S48———Diek Merriwell in Stockholm.
849——Dick Merriwell in the Swedish

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850-—Dick Merriwell’s Marathon.

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1-—Frank Merriwell. Jr.

‘.1——-I<‘rank Merriwell, Jr.. in the Box.
1’.——I«‘rank Merriwell, .Ir.’s. Struggle.
4—l~‘rank Merriwell, Jr.’s, Skill.
.1—I«‘rank Merriwell, Jr.. in Idaho.
(‘»———l<‘rank Merriwell, Jr.’s, Close Shave
7———Frank Merriwell, Jr., on Waiting Or-

ders.
R—1«‘rank Merriwell, J r.’s, I)anger.

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9——I%‘rank Merriwell. Jr.‘S. Relay Mara-
tlion.
11)-~-~~1“ra1‘1l< Merriwell, .'Ir., at. the Ba r Z .
I{:1n<'h.

.11——~l<‘rank Merriwell, .Tr.'s, Golde11’i‘mil. , - V
1¥~—~l<‘r;1nl< Merriwell, J r.’s. Competitor. - ,4

.'.———l<‘rank Merriwell. Jr/S Ulli(]:1llC(‘. -a
I-_1——lr‘r:1nk .\ier1-iwell, .lr.’s: S(:rimma:.,-‘e.
l;>——~l<‘1'.-ink .\'ie1'riwell, Jr.. Misj1i(l;:ed.
 l<‘rank Merriwel], Jr.’s, Star Play.
1 1-~~I“l':lllk Merriwell, .Tr.’s, Blind Chase.
l8-I<‘rank Merriwell, J1'.’s, Discretion.
‘I 9—A1“l‘:llll\' Merriwell. Jr.’s. Substitute.
:.’()~I<‘rank Merriwell, Jr., Justified.
2l——-1«‘rank Merriwell, J12, Incog. '
:22——I<‘r:1nk Merriwell, J12. Meets the Issue.
22‘.-«F1'anl( Merriwell. ~Tr.’s. Xmas lave.
2-3—l<:ranl< 1\Ierriwell, .Tr.'s, l<‘ear1css Risk.
:.’:)——l‘ rank Merriwell. .Ir.. on Skis.

  

  
   
   
  
  
   
  
  
  
  
  
  
   
  
 
 
 
  

2ti—-Frank Merriwell. .lr.'s. Ice-boat Chase. 
:.’7—I<‘rank Mer1'iwell. J r.’s, Amhushed

Foes. 3
‘28—I“1‘flDk M0-1‘1‘iW01l. Jr.. and the Totem. -e.
‘.Z$)—I*‘rank 1\Ier1'iwell. Jr.’s, Hockey Game. ' 
3()———1<‘rank Merriwell, Jr.’,s. Clew. * ..
.‘l1——Frank Merriwell, Jr.’s, Adversary. i
32——Frank Merriwell, J1-.’s, Tiniely Aid ‘1

:l.‘i———I<‘rank Merriwell, Jr.. in the Deser
:H———.I*‘1'ank Merriwell, Jr.’s, Grueling T
:—3:'»——I<‘rank ;\lerri\vell, .Tr.‘s, Special Mi
.‘—l(l--1i‘rank i\ierriwell, .Tr.'s, Red Bowm
2l7~—I<‘rank I\Ie1'1'iwe1l. Jr.’s. Task.
38-—Frank Merriwell, Jr.’s, Cross-C031
Race. 
39-—Frank Merriwell, Jr.’s. Four ;\Iiles.~
40—l<‘rank Merriwell, Jr.’s, Umpire.
4l——1<‘rank Merriwell, J11. %i(letraeked,»
4‘.’——l<‘rank Merriwell. Jr.’s, Teamwo
4:l——I«‘rank Merriwell, J1'.’s. Step-O
44——1“rank Merriwell, J12, in Monte of
45—I°1'ank Merriwell, Jr.’s, Athlete 
46«—F1-ank Merriwell, Jr.’s, Outfielde
47—Frank Merriwell, .Ir.‘s. “ilundre _,
48-Frank Merriwell. Jr.’s, Hobo Twi-‘tile
4$).._frank Merriwell, Jr.’s. Canceled Ga
5o—l<‘ra€k Merriwell. Jr.’s. Weird Adi
ure. 
."»1——I<‘rnnk Merriwell. .Tr.’s. Double lleat
’.'»2-——-F1'a‘n]k Merriwell, J1'.’s. Peck of Tr
) 8. 
53——Frank Merriwell, J1'., and the 
Doctor. V 5+
54-~I<‘rank Merriwell, Jr.’s, Sportsmansh
;'i5--Frank Merriwell, Jr.’s. Ten-Innings.
.">6——Frank Merriwell, Jr.’s, Ordeal.
;'>7——Frank Merriwell, .TI., on the Wing. V
.'»8—I4‘rank Merriwell, Jr.'s. Cross-Fire.”.. .
59—Frank tMcrriwe1l, Jr.’s, Lost '1‘ e 2;;-m - )9
ma :e.  ’
60~Frank Merriwcll, Jr.’s, Daring Flight.
61——1«‘rank Merriwell, Jr., at Fnrdale.
62-~Frank Merriwell, Jr.. Plebe.
(i.'l—Frank Merriwell, Jr.’s, Quarter-Back.
64-—I<‘rank Merriwell. Jr.’s, Touchdown.
6:')——Frank Merriwell, Jr.’s. Night 01? ,
66——Frank Merriwell, Jr., and the Little

Black Box.
67—Frank Merriwell, Jr.’s. Classmates.
68—Frank Merriwell, Jx'.’s, Repentant En-

emy.
(i9——Frank Merriwell, Jr.. and the “_S1‘~ell."
70-Frank Merriwell, Jr.’s, G r 1 d i r o n 
Honors. “
71——-Frank Merriwell, Jr.’s, Winning Run.
72-—1<‘rank Merriwell, Jr.’s, Jujutsu.
Dated December 20th.
73-—Frank Merriwell, Jrfs, Christmas Va .
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Dated December 27th.
74——Frank Mer1'iwe11,J1'., and the ;
Wolves.
Dated January 3d 1914.
75—Frank Merriwell, Jr., on the Bord '
Dated January 10th, 1914.
7(l——I<‘rank Merriwell, Jr.‘s, Desert Rae

 
  

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