NEXT WEEK—‘IN THE HEART OF THE EARTH,” BY EMERSON BELL, nen LS re (O \ Gq =< rae SS ix $ NYWQG S\9 Sours al AMS) Sy, ruse minutes was an ac- few conception, its executi ished fact. We n yis slessly Ope ned h Pate, reb« behind us, and made safely off. yuarter of an hour, we broke of the main street of trot, and as warm I of the autumn. We were brought to a halt by a little mob that had gathered on the sidewalk. Vhat’s the row?’’ we asked, so feel tified in joining in it if there was a scrim- mage 1 ted In less than top Brentwood at a smart as though it hadn’t been coldest days we’d had that it ; + 7 into the one as to old gent slipped, and knocked his the id curb,’’ said a man, who was and scared looking old ’s fainting!’ cried somebc Fainting, he?’? saic i about to trot on, havi ourselves that the fall hadn’t one. Fainting—here, 9 is we were ie satisfie been a ser Gus, where’s key? [ was carrying it in my hand—so it was He snatched “om me, and the next moment slipped atly the cold enough. lar. Whether it was beeause of ‘the not, Cl ie’ > pull **natient e himself iarlie’s He recovered ked, very courteously, i been holding him up; and picked up the ittle black bag he had been carrying. See- ing him about to walk on again, the crowd melted away. Only Charlie and I accom- panied him down the street. ‘Do you feel better, Charlie. ‘*Oh, yes, my boy,’’ answered the old gen- tleman. ‘‘I think I suffered more from fright than anything else. When you get to be my age you’ll find a sudden shock to be a nasty thing. Where are you two young gentlemen hurrying to?’’ he asked, pleas- antly. He seemed a good deal interested when we told him about the foot-ball match, and asked us various questions. Looking at his watch, he exclaimed: ‘‘T must hurry up, now, for it’s past three and I have a call to make before I catch niy train.’’ ‘“Well, we’ll run on,”’ by, sir!’’ ‘*Good-by, boys, ‘good-by !”? Off we went at a rattling pace down the hill leading to the station. Over the bridge Suddenly, and excitedly, Charlie seized my arm, and came to a full stop. I had never seen him look so frightened before. ‘‘Gus,’’ he gasped, ‘‘where’s that key?’’ We glared at each other in dismay. ° We’d had a lot of warnings, and only one fate awaited us if we were found out this time. If we couldn’t get back inside the school wonderfully. man who tha tine sir??? inquired | - Oo clock, said we. ‘‘Good- | premises without the discovery being made that we had broken bounds, we were doomed boys. Our only hope, our one chance, of re- Where was that key? Down the old gentleman’s back! It was our turn to feel like fainting now. But there was no time to lose. Where was the old gentleman? We both remembered that he’d said he had a call to make in the town | before he caught his train. ‘‘Gus,’’ said Norton, quickly, ‘‘you watch the station. I’ll take the town. We must find him between us, or we’re done for.’”’ The awful situation was too plain to re- Silently we turned and rushed back. When we got to the rail- way bridge, Charlie shot on ahead, and was | out of sight almost directly. I pulled up, hesitating which platform to try first—the up or down.’ A train might come alongside either at any moment. The old chap with our key might be at the station already ! Horror! A train was coming! No—two trains were coming—one on the up track, the other on the down. They were’ both in 3700 sight—both rushing into the station. that I was rapidly losing my head. A rough-looking man was lounging near me on the bridge, eying me curiously. seized hold of him witb one hand, pointed with the other, down the incline the up platform. ‘Run down there,’’ I blurted out, as well as I could. ‘‘Stop any old gentleman you see with a key in his hand, and a black bag down his back. Hold him. Don’t let go. Knock him down, until I come!’’ Then I tore side. The train was in—going to start again. By this time I had lost my wits com- pletely, and yelled, at the top of my voice: ‘I want the old chap with a key down his back. Stop him! Stop thief!’’ Just then, through a window, I caught sight—as I thought—of the old gentleman, seated comfortably in the corner seat of a ear, almost opposite [ stood howling, ‘‘Stop him!’’ I cracked my fingers on the glass with all my might, and roared to him: ‘*Gi’ me that key. and undress yourself The conductor waved his went the train. ‘Look here,’’ get out at once Please y?? hand, and off said a voice behind ‘‘the old man you want, an’t t’other side, nor he an’t this side. And he an’t been t’other side, nor he an’t been this side. I} know where he is. You come along 0’ me.’’ ‘*You know where he is?’’ I cried, lightedly. ‘‘With our key!”’ ‘*Yes, [know. You come along o’ me.’ Trying to collect my wits again, I companied my ‘‘friend in need.’’ We made | for Warley. Outside the asylum, my guide | halted and shouted. ‘‘What does this mean?’’ I demanded. ‘*This is the county lunatic asylum.’’ ‘*Thought you’d know it ag’in,’’ grinned the fellow, grabbing hold of me tight by the collar. ‘‘ “This is the ’sylum right e mough, and you’re a-goin’ in. A-yellin’ at railway stations like that,’’? he went on, indignantly, ‘tand a-tellin’?’ me to knock down an aged genelman with keys and black bags down his back. Come on, you mis’rable loonattic!’’ The gates swung open. The next moment I was inside them—inside the gates of War- ley mad-house, rapidly closed again by their keeper. ‘*Here,’’ cried my captor to him, proudly —‘‘a escaped loona attic for yer! You’ 've lost one of ’em, an’t y g man?’ ‘*Yes,”? was the answer ‘*Well, I heard so, and T’ve caught him. Here he is. Asked an old gent to undress himself on the platform—in weather like this !’’ Of course I wasn’t again ina few minutes. ‘There was nothing to do but to meet Charlie and tell him that the key had gone traveling on the down track —for I was certain now that I had not mis- taken the identity of the gentlemen in the car. I met my fellow unfortunate near the station. Of course, he had had no luck in the town. I told him how I had ‘‘seen the old gentleman off.’’ ‘*Gone,’’ he groaned. and gone!”’ Slowly and mournfully, we trudged pack to school to give ourselves up. At the gate— that gate—we found old Tom O’F alvey. We made a clean breast of it. ‘Tis mesilf that pities the pair of when I tell the masther,’’ said Tom, as opened the gate with a duplicate key and let us in. We prepared for the worst that very evening, but it didn’t come. Tom ewidently hadn’t split yet, and the affair hadn’t been found out without him. But he was at the foot of ‘the stairs as we went up to bed, and’ whispered in our ears (just to help give us a good night’s rest) : “Tis in the morning I’ll be telling the masther.’’ But the Thursday morning came, and he didn’t tell; the afternoon and ev ening came, but still he didn’t tell. Poor old Tom! what a brick he was—he never told at all. After morning school on Friday, he beckoned us tow ard his lodge. ‘Come here now, this.’ He spread out the Morning News, and pointed his finger to an advertisement: VHE GENTLEMAN WHO MET WITH A slight accident in Brentwood, on Wednes- | day last, and was in danger of fainting, finds himself in possession of a key that is not his property. It will be restored on Crees to Mr. WALTER BENHAM, 18 State St., We wrote to Mr. Benham, and the ‘key ; “to us. We handed it to Tom, y cent that the two of us could ier The good old chap took the key, but wouldn’t take the money. mS ? Tis n I, indade, will take ‘the money ot bhoys who are going to the gallows as ire as ‘the pair of ye,’’ he said. Then he led: ‘*Take heed to what I say now. This st prank ye got up to in laying ye’re hands on my key, might have got me into throuble _ as well as yourselves, and lost me my situa- tion intoirely for not taking better care of it. ’Tis mesilf that doesn’t mind bhoys get- ting into a bit of fun and, misc hief, but be careful now, when ye have ye’re fun, to have it without r unning the risk of getting other people into throuble and danger.’” me, ac al in long—L was out > ‘Stolen our key ’ he said, ‘‘and look at de- | I felt and | to | | breaking of the rule about punctuality. him frantically across to the other | to the very spot where | | a few hours, some | talk or sing; } } } | be hemes | deal of | sir}? CFOOe) my chum a few days been thinking a good got into over that ‘*Charlie,’’ said I to afterward. ‘‘I have the fright we key.’’ **So have I,’’ ‘The origin of said Charlie. the whole thing was cause we going to I’m going into trouble, be rules. I’m In future getting breaking new leaf. are always are always turn over a to keep all the rules laid down for us.’’ ‘I doubt it,’’ —____>—- 0» ____—_ ‘How fo Do Tunes. | | said Charlie Norton. EDITED BY DAVID PARKS. VENTRILOQUISM. x ventrilo- "9? an article on @ quism ! Now for some fun! - Steady, boys, steady! You cannot *” become ventriloquists in the course of of you indeed never can, and yet we may safely encourage the ma- jority. First, let us deal with you are longing to ask. ‘Is ve ntriloquism a gift, | quired?” It is no more a gift than is the ability to it does not depend on any pecu- it is, in fact, an 200K, boys, certain questions can it ‘be ac- liar formation of the throat; art which can be acquired by almost any one | possessing a voice of average compass (some twelve notes), together w ith an ordinarily good ear for music. If in addition to these, the tyro show any aptitude for acting and mimicry, there is prospect of his becoming an expert performer. ‘*But however does the ventriloqiust throw his voice wherever he likes?’’ He does not throw it at all. Broadly speaking, ventriloquism consists in a close imitation.of sound as it falls upon the ear, the ventriloquist effecting this by skillfully modifying the cavity of the mouth in such a way as to give his voice a decep- tive character. ° The young ventriloquist must study all sorts and conditions of sounds and voices as they fall upon the ear. He must become familiar with the models he seeks to imitate. He must, for example, note that a voice from the cellar, heard in a room above, has a subdued and muffled sound, many of the eensonants being strangely altered, so that the words, ‘‘I’m down here in the cellar, would. sound more like, '‘l’ne down | here ina zellar, sir!’’ Again, in listening to the knife grinder, he. must observe, first the bur-r-r of the wheel, and then a combination of the bur-r-r with a prolonged hiss when the knife touches the grindstone. These little hints will, we trust, sufficiently impress the beginner with the necessity of learning to listen with new ears while en- deavoring to speak with a new voice. You will observé-"t60;"thatthe character of the assumed voice is determined chiefly } by the shape of the mouth. This is the more important, because misguided learners are so apt to strain the larynx. There should be no pressure on the throat, though some pressure must necessarily be exer ted on the est and the abdominal muscles by reason of the slow rate at which the air is allowed to leave the lungs; for, be it carefully noted, the ventriloquial voice can only be spoken during a slow expiration of the breath. Consequently, the learner must exercise himself in controlling the breath, for which purpose let him Seeeaiaabaions the lungs with air and then readinglaloud as long a passage as he can, while the air is being slowly expelled. With regard to modifying the natural voice, every one knows how this can be done by extraneous means. A speaking-tru mpet, for example, renders it loud and harsh,’ while a hand placed lightly over the mouth makes it low and mufHed. Genuine ventriloquism is to be attained by a careful management of the breath while modifying the shape of the cavity of the mouth by a proper adjustment of lips, teeth, ae te tongue and palate, here let us ‘point out that, although the best ventriloquial effects can only be xroduced by the mature voice,,it is well to busin practicing at an early age, in order to make the vocal organs strong and flexible. There are in reality only three well- defined ventriloquial voices: (1) the distant voice, as from the roof, the street, etc.; (2) the resonant voice, as from a chimney, cup- board, cellar, etc.; and (3) the falsetto voice, ‘*But,’? exclaims the intelligent reader, ‘*how can each voice be used for various imaginary places? Will the distant voice serve equally well for roof or street?’’ It will; an s brings us to a very important point, viz., that we judge of the direction of sound partly by means of the sense of sight. A railway traveler, for instance, seated in a waiting-room, is ‘often per plexed as to whether an approaching train is ‘‘up’’ or ‘down’? until he notes the demeanor of those on the platform who can see the train coming in. our | We} } child. | effects, oS NEW It is always difficult to determine direction from which distant sounds proceed, and frequently of sounds much nearer. But this uncertainty is of vital importance to the ventriloquist, as it enables him ‘‘to make the ears the fools of the other senses.’’ When he uses the distant voice, the audience will be unable to refer it to any particular quarter, unless the place be suggested to them by the performer# The moment he does this, however, by word or sign, or mere glance even, the imagination of the audience does the rest, and the illusion is complete, | It is plain, therefore, that the tyro should | have some taste for acting, otherwise he can | neither conceal the internal efforts he making, nor invest with any degree of naturalness. Coming now to practical details, let the student attempt the distant voice in the fol- lowing manner: Say the word ‘‘Hallo!’’ just in your ordinary speaking voice in order to fix the pitch. Then open the mouth slightly, draw in the lower jaw a little, and firmly fix both ae Next, stretch or arch the soft palate, as in the act of yawning, take a deep beat and utter the word ‘‘Hallo!’? in the same pitch as before, but softly, and without moving the lips# en- | deavoring at the same time to direct the | sound against the soft palate, by turning the tongue well back, so as to strike the roof of the mouth. At first, your strange gurglings may alarm the household, and much fatigue may be felt in the jaws and tongue, but per- severe and you will soon acquire a new voice of startling character: The resonant voice is produced on the lower tones of the scale, ‘the sound being forced into the nasal passages with a jerky explosive delivery of the breath. against which the voice and the tongue should respectively strike may be felt by prolonging the sound of the letter n on a low note, with the mouth nearly closed and the lower jaw drawn back a little as before. In this way utter the sentence, ‘‘Joe’s down here in the cellar!’ and the words will sound deep and muffled, and be accompanied by a resonant hum. Remember jaws immovable, lating your words. prove by and by. The practiced ventriloquist can, of course, judge the effect he is pr oducing, but the learner, as soon as he makes any progress, had better get a companion to criticise his efforts. The falsetto voice is feminine, familiar to all. If spoken with the lower jaw drawn in and the mouth all but closed, it will strike against thefiard palate and produce a thin, metallic voice like that of a It can also be used for ‘‘distant?? according tothe metuod set forth voice number one. The falsetto voice is ‘doll talking.’ information to give always to keep the lips and even at the cost of muti- These will and must be for frequently used for ‘ We shall have further you on this subject next week, but for the present, we recommend those of our readers who desire to become ventriloquists, to de- vote a few minutes daily to each of the fol- lowing exercises: (1) Singing the common musical scale to the vowel sounds, as well as to the syllables ha and coo. All good vocal exercises are an aid to ventr iloquism. (2) Practicing the management breath as already described. (3) Experimenting with the three ventril- oquial voices. (4) Studying all the peculiarities of voices and other sounds as they fall upon the ear. Om “SHE VOS MINE VIFE.” the of There was a young man in the electric car some days since who had good reason to be a very angry man indeed. The car was crowded, when a corpulent German, accom- panied by an equally corpulent wife, elbowed his way inside. The woman was not pretty or attractive, and most of the male passengers did not even resort to any of the familiar tricks of the experienced passenger when he conven- iently wants to overlook the fact that a lady is holding on to the top rail, while he is in the enjoyment of a comfortable seat. ‘But a well-dressed young man rose, and touching the woman’s arm to attract her at- tention, politely said: ‘*Here isa seat for you, madame.’’ The woman started toward the vacant seat, when her obese male companion, with asigh of satisfaction, settled down into it before her. The young man was _ surprisec astonishment soon gave way to first, he was inclined to believe that the uffing old Teuton had made a mistake, but 1e soon became convinced that the action was intentional on his part. Tapping the old man on the shoulder, he said, quietly: “‘T beg your pardon, sir, but I gave up my seat to this lady, and not to you.’? ‘‘Oh, yaw, dot is all right, mine friendt,”’ blurted ‘out the old fellow; ‘‘she vos mine vife.’’ The young man grasped the top rail for support, and for a moment was too aston- ished for utterance. the | is | his shadowy characters | The parts | greatly im- | | hate all ; never do to trust to their mercies.’’ | [This Story Will Not Be Published in Book-Form.] THE WHITE KING OF AFRICA; | OR, | | | THE MYSTERY OF Tt ANCIENT FORT, By"WILLIAM MURRAY GRAYDON, the Lalce to Wilderness,” Author of “The Camp in Snow,” ‘*From étc, ; {THE WHITE KING OF in No, 226. Back News Agents. } AFRICA” was commenced numbers can be obtained of all —? CHAPTER XIX. SAVED BY AN ENEMY. rg HE warning command was so sudden uh? and une xpected, that Roden stood as Ye ‘) one dazed for an instant, and Bunbury <7* had to drag him forcibly down. ‘* What it?’ exclaimed the youth, in a low tone. ‘‘Is the balloon gone? Are we in danger?’’ ‘Lift our head a little and look, ? was Bunbyae arse reply. ‘‘Be very careful.’ iy raised his eyes to a level _the bushes, and what he saw dread and despair to his is heart. "a py Cn nder the balloon, stood a dozen ‘ fiel Arabs, wrapped in dingy-whi Bas, and with rifles strapped over their Bgeks. They had taken hold of the grapplMi@in®, and were hauling the car slowly their exclamations of wonder could ily heard. ‘*We’ll be ivf fix if we lose the bal loon,’’ said R ‘*How would it do to go boldly up and «demand it? The Arabs might not molest us, for they look like the same sort of fellows one sees at civilized places on the coast.’ ‘“That’s the worst of it,’’ replied Bun- bury. ‘'These are slave-1 raiders, and a white men like poison. It would ( ie as he crouched then his brow He hesitated a moment, ydown in the thicket, and knitted with a sudden resolve. ‘‘I’m going to try a desperate thing,’’ he added, “but. “it sour last chance, and if we fail, we can’t be much worse off than we are now.’ ‘*What is it?’’ asked Roden. For answer, Bunbury lifted his revolver, and fired three rapideshots in the air. “This way, lad,’’? he whispered. ‘‘Quic kt we must make a detour. Stick to my heels.’ They turned at right angles to the path, and dashed into the bushes, They sped noiselessly and swiftly on, describing a half- circle, and finally they headed for the bal- loon, the top of “which had been visible all the time. On the verge of the clearing, in which the grappling-line had been moored, they paused, and peeped anxiously through the inter laced bushes. The situation, as revealed to them in the first glance, was simply this: All but three of the Arabs had amend in the direction of the pistol-shots, which was exactly what Bunbury had intended his ruse to accomplish. Those left behind, ‘e hauling hard at the grappling-line, the car was now within six feet of the ground. ‘«Those fellows are cowards at heart,” whispered Bunbury. ‘‘A bold rush ,w ‘ill give us possession of the balloon, and then we must take our chances with flying bul- lets.’’ ‘Will we e shoot??? asked Roden. ‘*Yes, but not to kill,” - Bunbury replied. ‘‘Fire over their heads. ?? At that very instant, and before the hidden watchers could show themselves, a strange thing happened. One of the three Arabs, a thin, scrawny fellow, became entangled in some way with the coils of the grappling-line. In his str ug- gles to get loose, he jostled his companions roughly, and they lost their hold of the line. The balloon rose instantly, dnd. brought to with a jerk, as the grappling-hook held fast to the bushes. The Arab went up at the same time, for the line was noosed under his arms. There he dangled, close below the edgeof the car, and more than twenty feet above the ground. He yelled in a shrill tone, as he swung to and fro, but his companions were seemingly too dazed and stupid to try to help him. They stood still, and looked v>, shouting loudly and making signs. 7 * ‘*That’s one less to deal with,’’ exclaimed Bunbury. ‘‘Come on, lad, I have an idea that I think will pull us safely through.’’ With Roden at his side, he dashed out of cover, and the moment the two Arabs on the ground caught sight of the white strangers, they fled, with alarmed cries, in the directionstaken by their companions. But they stopped on the verge of. the thicket, and unslung their rifles with hostile intent. Bunbury’s shrewdness and quick - action > prevented bloodshed. He thrust his révolver into his belt bidding Roden do the same. GoonD Then he held up both hands, and pointed to the yelling figure dangling in mid-air. The two Arabs understood. Believing that their companion was to be rescued, they lowered their rifles. Bunbury and Roden instantly seized the rope-ladder, and began to ascend. They tried to appear cool and unconce ned, though their hearts were beating wildly. They gained the car, and climbed into it. Together they hauled hard on the line until the balloon descended far enough to allow them to reach the Arab. With some diffi- culty, they extricated him from the noose, and pulled him into the car. He was in a pitiable state of fright and weakness. He trembled all over, and could hardly breathe. Evidently, the strain of the tight rope had squeezed him severely. Bunbury let the balloon rise to its limit, and at that instant, the remainder of the Arabs, nine in number, broke from the thicket into the clearing. With hoarse yells, they unslung their rifles, and prepared to fire. It was a critical moment, but again the danger was averted by Bunbury’s quick wits. He knew that to cut the balloon loose under such circumstances would be fatal. So he whipped out his revolver, and pointed it at the prisoner, making signs that a bullet would be his portion unless he should instantly command _ his companions not to fire. The frightened wretch copuibiendet, and prompely: “obeyed. Creeping to the edge of the car he leaned over, and shouted a few words, in a husky tone. The Arabs suddenly lowered their weapons, and crept:a little nearer. Anger and awed perplexity was visible on their cruel faces. Bunbury’s grim expression, relaxed toa half-smile. ‘ oo --—-—— {This Story will not be Published in Book-Form. } OR, A Cowhoy’s Adventures in Spain. By ST. GEORGE RATHBORNE. - 997 sal. (‘RECKLESS CARL” was commenced. in No. Back numbers gan be obtained of all News Agents, } CHAPTER XVII. IN THE SMUGGLER’S DEN. ORRY, who be you?’’ exclaims the negro, in amazement. There is but a short time for expla- nations, and Carl makes the most of it. He rattles off his name, tells how the mis- take occurred that he has fallen under the ban of the authorities of Cadiz, while wholly innocent of any crime, and begs the darky to conceal him, at the same time offering him a bright golden owza, worth about sixteen dollars. ° The black’s eyes almost glue themselves on the coin. 4 ‘*Better b’lieb dis chile jest like to earn dat money, boss, but don’t see nohow I kin. Dar an’t nary a place I could hide yer— >cept——’”’ ‘‘The place you stow cigars when going to New York, or some other American city. That will do, and no one be the wiser. Put me in there, quick. There, take the mongy.’’ That is a bad move on Carl’s part, as he realizes later on, but his thought just now is to hurry the movements of the negro. It has the desired effect. ; The touch of the gold coin breaks Sambo all to pieces—he changes his mind. ‘*Come dis way, quick, boss.’’ Willingly, Carl follows. In half a minute, the negro has opened a door at the end of the cabin, where there ap- pears to be a solid wall. ‘In dar, massa.”’ ‘*T can depend on you to know nothing?”’ ‘¢Golly, Ise dumb,’’ grinning. Car] has a suspicion that the man ‘left in charge of the vessel while the captain is ashore, may yet cause him trouble, but there is no time for a change. He enters. The false door snaps shut, and Carl is a prisoner. He surveys his quarters. Lie They are extremely limited, the smug- gler’s closet being only the space between the false wall and the true one. , Strangely enough, it has a bull’s-eye win- dow, which proves that it was not originally | constructed for the purpose of deception. Should a keen customs officer ever think to count the bull’s-eyes outside, and then mark them off in the cabin, he would discover one missing. Carl opens this a little—it has perhaps been used as a means of passing out the con- traband goods to a boat below, on a dark night, while the customs official sat forward and smoked with the entertaining captain. The boldness of some of these petty smug- glers is simply amazing. | By operting the bull’s-eye, Carl can hear plainly the shouts of his enemies. They are right at hand now, some even in the act of mounting the plank. Carl wonders whether the negro will be- tray him. , eenly he regrets paying him. Keep a darky in suspense ‘with regard to his pay, and you make a slave of him—once | hand over the money, and he is a doubtful customer. As a last resort, Carl has the window. He can squeeze through it and drop into the water below, after which he will of course haye to take his chances. iy So he waits, anxiously. ; Now he hears the men running all vessel, in a hot search. Carl smiles. over the The darky has evidently committed him- | self, and cannot change—they search be- cause it may be possible the fugitive came aboard while the darky sat in the cabin—he has, perhaps, said this himself. _ If the lynx-eyed customs officers across the Atlantic failed to discover the secret closet, . then the Spanish soldiers have little show. For some time, the clamor keeps up. Every foot of space aboard is scrutinized, res ve adjoining lumber-yard also searched closely. ; ere they decide that the fugitive drowned himself, rather than be taken, or that he went another way. | nti _ Gradually, the noise.dies out. Perhaps the \ Apvie, ‘t4 { NEWS. { and the baffled soldiers are searching quar- ters that Carl never saw. He begins to breathe easy. It looks as though he may yet escape; if he can only find those in whom he has so much interest. Kvening draws on apace. Why does not the darky come to release him? Has he gone away from the vessel? Presently it will be dark, and covered by this mantle, he can make his way back to the tobacconist shop, where stands guard the mailed figure of the Spanish knight, in which he secreted the troublesome hand-bag. Hark! heavy steps on deck! Have some of the soldiers returned? A thought strikes him—perhaps the negro has changed his mind, and concluded that it is his duty to expose the fugitive. He may have heard of the reward offered by the raging official, and sees a chance of killing two birds with one stone. Car! opens the bull’s-eye. At any rate, he will be ready for the emergency if it should come. Ah! voices above. He hears the negro’s thick tones, and deeper ones, that probably belong to a gruff man—the darky addresses him as captain, j}and Carl knows the man who commands | the ship has come, He listens eagerly. ‘*‘Go—why of course, you must go, and right lively, too, hang your black hide. Bring ’em here on the jump. The town’s in an uproar—tried to get away with the royal jewels—p’raps he’s got ’em on his pusson now. Over the side, you black rascal, and be quick about coming back, or I’ll flay you alive! Scamper!’’ That voice belongs to a man who missed his vocation when he took to commanding a lumber vessel. Had he lived a few hundred years earlier, he would have made the infamous Captain Kidd look to his laurels, surely. Carl recognizes the necessity of leaving his confined quarters instanter. He cannot get out the way he came in, so there remains only the window. Shall he pass through this, and plunge into the waters of the harbor? This was to be his desperate venture, in case the soldiers broke in upon him, but it may be there is no necessity of it now. He proceeds to leave the smuggler’s den. As he sits in the bull’s-eye window, he realizes that he can just reach aboye and grasp a portion of the bulwarks. It is enough. He draws hiznself up,.and crouches there, | for he has caught sight of a glowing spot of |fire and a dusky figure, within six feet of him. He is the captain As he seems to be comfortably seated, and shows no intention of moving, Carl takes the initiative. He crawls over the rail. ‘*What’s that?’’ exclaims jumping to his feet. Carl is just as quick, and faces him, ‘‘1’m the man your darky hid away in the hole where you put cigars when you want to smuggle them into New York.’’ ‘The devil you are—how come ye here?’ ‘‘Crawled out of the window.’’ ‘‘But ye an’t goin’—wait till my coon gets back, and we’ll have supper together.’’ ‘‘The company might not be agreeable. To speak plainly, captain, I heard what you said when you sent him away. I’ll rather give your ship a wide berth about the time he comes back.’’ ‘‘Hang it all, I didn’t know you was an American, but thought it some pesky greaser.’’ 3 ‘“‘Then your hearing is bad, for he told you as plain as day. (Good-night, captain.’’ ‘‘But, I say; you must stay !”? **Must?”? Carl takes out his revolver. ‘Do you see this, captain? I’m from Texas, where we don’t allow another man to use that word about us. Must stay—just raise a finger to stop me from going, and you’ll have daylight in your stupid head quicker than Jack Robinson.’ ““Go, then—I wouldn’t stop’ you for a king’s ransom,’’ exclaims the other, alarmed. ‘*And hark ye, captain, if you so much as raise your voice above a whisper inside of ‘ten minutes, I swear I’ll come back here and empty this gun under your hide, if I have to blow your old ship up to find you.’’ ‘Oh! ?’'m dum Lah close as an oyster— only go at once,’’ the captain groans, for a bigger bully and a more arrant coward never lived. ; i sR So Carl vanishes in the gathering gloom, and the old sea-dog, looking after him, mut- ters: ; on api ‘*T believe he means every word of it, and the captain, of this here cigar, till such time as Debb comes back. P’raps it won’t be too late then to find him, only [Pll let the sojers stand between.’? Carl knows the need of haste. He pulls his hat down over his face, and remembering the false mustache he wore in Seville, while driving the vehicle through the streets, draws it out of his pocket, and in this way changes his looks. — hunt has taken another turn, Reaching a street, he dodges into its tor- tuous line. — ger nO og ai I’d better try to get a little consolation out’ U Possibly, the vicinity may be under sur veillance, and at any moment Carl would not be surprised to feel a hand laid upon his arm. ‘ He has already made up his mind what course to follow should such an event occur. Fortune is kind. He arrives at the street where he left the hand-bag, that has caused so much trouble— yes, there is the figure of the mail-clad Spanish knight before the door. Carl stops beside it. The chance is his, and he slips an arm into the cavity, but it is empty. Then he remembers the eyes that were upon him during the moment that he se- creted the bag—the tobacconist must have later on abstracted it. Perhaps he has not yet had a chance to examine into its contents, and believes he may have struck a treasure. A dim light burns within. Only waiting to make sure that no one else beside the proprietor is in the store, Carl enters. He wants his own, and in his present dis- turbed state of mind, it will be well for the man he meets to be careful how he crosses the will of the cowboy from Texas. CHAPTER XVIII. CARL’S VISIT TO THE TOBACCONIST. oe. , HE man rises to wait on him. Carl has not, forgotten those eyes. _He has also read the sign over the ‘ door. ‘‘How can I serve you, senor??? asks the dealer, behind his cases of attractive wares. Carl assumes a very consequential air, and there is that about him to give/one the. impression that he is a very important per-' sonage. cP ¥ ‘*Nothing to-day in that line. I come here on-a far different business,’’ returns Carl. ‘*Indeed??? The man _ shows sudden interest—he even looks somewhat uneasy, for his conscience is guilty. ‘ Carl’s excellent Spanish, which he speaks with the ease of a native, again serves him well, His sun-burned skin, his attire, and the black mustache stamp him as a Spaniard, ‘Your name it is Marcus Bazique?’’ “Si, senor.’ ‘*You have ears, I see.’ ‘Oh, yes, senor,’’ feeling of them tender- ly, as though some wizard may have whisked _ us them away. “Then probably you have heard the news they have been crying on the streets?’ ‘‘News, senor—what is it—war declared??? ‘‘Bah! a great robbery, man.’’: ‘*Yes, I heard that cried, but it was none of my business, I had not been robbed, so I asked no questions.’’ ; ‘*None of your business, eh? We shall see, we shall see. Perhaps before long those ears that do you so little good, may be cropped off close to your head, Senor Marcus Ba- zique.’? Carl chances to know that in some Span- ish possessions this punishment is -on the books, as a penalty for certain crimes. **Oh! senor! you only try to frighten me.’’ ‘‘Do I? Wait and see. I will tell you the news, then, since you go to such little trouble. to hear it. The wonderful, the magnificent court jewels, worth half a million onzas, some say, have been stolen.’’ ‘Carramba!’’ groans the tobacconist. ‘‘The bold thieves came to Cadiz.’’ ‘*To this—city?’’ trembling. ‘‘Exactly. This very afternoon, one of them, about my size, was arrested.’’ ‘*He was arrested, then?’’ ‘*But he broke loose and led the soldiers a pretty chase, finally escaping.’’ ‘*Tt is too bad, senor.’’ ‘‘The worst of it is, in escaping, he carried with him the court jewels.’’’ ‘SOarrambal?? - ‘‘Secured in a little black hand-bag.’’ ‘‘A—little—black—hand-bag,’’ gasps the other, his knees beating a tattoo together. _**He ran down this street.”’ ‘*Is it possible?’’ ‘*You may have poor ears, senor, but your eyes, they are excellent. After the noise and confusion were over, you went out to the figure in front of your door ms ‘*Oospita! Mercy, senor.’’ ; ‘“To see what it was the fugitive had hid- den there. You found the little black hand- bag. .You took it and hid it away. I am here for it. I have come from Madrid es- pecially to secure that package. You may not know that I am Senor Jose Morello, the chief of police of Madrid, guardian of the palace, keeper of the royal keys. My head and yours will be off in twenty-four hours unless the jewels are restored. Tell me what you did with the bag.’? _ His attitude is dramatic, his manner terri- fying. The wretched tobacconist falls on his knees. ir ’ ‘Senor, itissafe. I secreted the bag away —you shall lay a hand on it this very min- | ute.’ A 7 Heris all eagerness now to undo his work. Bending down behind the counter, he raises a board in the floor. ‘Senor, behold!?’ tl a It is Nina’s hand-bag, sure enough, and Carl’s quick eye notes that the peculiar tie she made of the strap passing around it re mains. ‘That the object for which come. ‘You have not opened it, ‘On my life, no.’ Although anxious to go, lest some one may comé in and interrupt their conversation, Carl knows it will not do to rush off. ‘*Tt will be a sorry day for you, Marcus Bazique, if a single stone is missing. Re- member, we have the thieves to catch still.’ The tobacconist writhes in fear. ‘:Oh! senor, when he finds it will enter and perhaps murder me. ‘*Not so—have no alarm. My gnen will be in waiting all around, and when a man puts a hand on that knight at your door, it will be the signal for a dozen*to fall upon him hip and thigh. Therefore, fear not—you are under the protection of the great Jose Mor- ello. Peaceful be your dreams. Adios.” And with the oy of a duke, or a royal prince, the cowboy from Texas stalks from the tobacconist’s shop. American assurance has carried the day. He has the precious bag More than that, he has sealed the lips of the wretched tobacconist. The fellow is left in fear and trembling, and will hardly dare to call his soul his own, between the double evil of a visit from the royal author shoe and the return of the daring chap. who stole the crown jewels. As for Warl, his next move is to find his companions. Finally,he draws near the place. The lights on the harbor twinkle before him. Carl gives a signal Rex would recognize. No answer comes. He. looks out to where the steamer and sees lights still there. Then she has not yet sailed. Can they be aboard? It pleases him: to deavor to find this out. Moving along in the direction of a place where -he saw some boatmen in the after- noon, he discovers a small fire. A couple of men are seated before it. Carl advances and addresses them. In answer to his question, they reply that the steamer has not yet gone. They can\\not say positively, but several parties w ent out in the late afternoon. His friends may be among them. Carl soon makes a bargain, and is seated in one of the boats. A brawny waterman pulls at the oars. ° ‘Car] has not liked the way the other fel- low looked at him, and glancing back at. the fire as they move off, he seés it is vacated. Has the boatman run away to inform the authorities. Complications seem to follow each other. They cannot be downed as easily as was the black bull in fhe arena, but Carl] is not given to weakness, and he still hopes on. Thus they skim over the water of the harbor, and draw near the big black hulk that lies there, flying the British flag. ‘‘Wait for me—I may return,’’ says Carl, and then ascends the stairs that hang over the steamer’s side. I have senor?’? is gone, be lay, at least make an en- CHAPTER XIX. “LOWER A BOAT!”? HE approach of the boat has of course nk been noticed, for they do not leave a a British steamer without a watch. “27> Carl is met as he reaches the deck, by an officer in blue. Of this worthy he proceeds to ai his questions concer ning his friends, and the an- swers the officer gives are not at all en- couraging. No party such as he describes has come on board to the second officer’s knowledge, but he will go and make positive inquiries of the ca tain. So Carl is left on the dark deck. Her e and there he can~hear the sailors, talking in knots. There seems something a little mysterious about the steamer, and his curiosity is aroused As his friends have not come on board, one of two things must be the case—either they have met the small steam tug, with Juan, or else for good and sufficient reasons, they have remained somewhere on shore. Carl’s uneasiness returns. He walks up and down,, restlessly, very much like’a caged tiger. In thus walking back and forward, his at- tention is drawn toa light, coming from a 8, a in the deck. his he knows is over the cabin, for the freight ‘is built much on the steamer being designed more for than passenger traffic, lines of a sailing-ship. He takes a few more steps this time, out of curiosity, and finds himself looking down into what appears to be the captain’s cabin, for upon the table are all sorts of nautical instruments, and the walls show a fine barum- eter and various charts. Three men are standing there. One he presumes is the captain—another, the tall officer with whom he held his con- versation, and who told him to wait a little. The third man’s s figure somehow seems familiar, and Carl wonders at once where he saw him before. He does not wonder long. GOooD NEWS. 3703 The man magnetic influence causes Carl has certainly tract his attention. To the cowboy’s chagrin, he looks into the face of the domineering official sent from Madrid, who caused his arrest at the Hotel Oriente. That the man sees him plainly, he the least doubt. Probably his mission on the steamer is to see whether Carl could have come aboard. The boy knows he is discovered. Escape is his first thought. He has no idea of submitting tamely. Turning, he makes for the side of the steamer, his object being to drop into his boat and lose himself in the darkness. He hears a commotion. It comes from the cabin, and is nothing more nor less than three men shouting at the top of their lungs. One might have made himself understood, but three only produce a medley of sounds that. gives the sailors an idea something is wrong, without explaining matters. Carl reaches the side of the vessel. He has been looking into a flood of light, and this, for a brief “time, causes the dark- ness to be doubly dense. At least he preserves his common sense. This tells him to turn to the right—that his boat and the little stairs, with the hand- rail of rope, slung over the steamer’s side, lies in that direction. On the way, he collides with a seaman. The fellow does not know who he is, but with true British bull-dog tenacity, at once seizes hold. Perhaps the outcries bursting from the cabin have aroused his curiosity. At any rate, Carl is waylaid. He does not mean to stop, has no wish to delay his progress, and does not halt. The sailor lands in a heap, half a dozen feet to one side. That is his lookout. Science can arm an athlete with a power as disastrous as an electric current. There is much in knowing just where to land a blow, in order to get its full benefit. Having thus cleared the way, Carl again advances toward the spot where he expects to find his boat. He has made no mistake. The boatman is waiting, and as the young athlete drops down the ladder, he sings out: ‘*Pull for the shore—quick, man!’ Luckily, the fellow is a wide-awake chap. He realizes that something unusual has happened, and party who employed..him, he of the steamer with a vim that surprises and pleases Carl. The racket on board suddenly raises his head—some him to do so, for not moved enough to at- > has not as leaves the side has by this time | reached tremendous proportions. Unable to understand what is the matter, the sailors join in the hue and ery. One would think bedlam had loose. Those on the shore must believe a keg of rum has been smuggled: aboard, and the British seamen are engaged in a regular shindy. Lights are flashed upon the water. ‘There it goes,’’ roars the bull-like voice of the man whom Carl has made the foot- ball of fortune. ‘“Lower a boat!’’ sounds an order. The men know their duty, and the boat falls in the water almost immediately. Then the pursuit begins. Carl believes his man could reach the shore abead of the others, but he does not care to indulge in another chase through Cadiz. He steers the boat, veering to the right, for the tide sets that way. When the pursuing boat draws near, he broken ‘whispers to his boatman to cease rowing, and they drift with the tide. When the danger is past, the boatman again uses his blades cautiously,.and they put more distance between them. ' Nothing more need be feared from that ‘quarter. What next? ; Where can he find his friends? Like most seaport cities, Cadiz is afflicted with gangs of thieves, or water-rats, who haunt the harbor, and steal anything ‘from a thimble to a ship’ s anchor. It is reckoned dangerous, therefore, to be moving about in this section after night sets in. They must hain a lookout for these ras- cals, besides the authorities. Carl has a faint hope he may ‘find his friends at the rendezvous given to Juan, in case the other arrived unseen by them. This is a nook beside a_ singular dock, auld to all who visit Cadiz as Columbus Joc Cautiously they approach. Lights are seen, Carl’s heart beats high with hope Can it be possible the little aah is here— that Juan has arrived? Another minute and he is positive of the fact, for he sees the boat plainly, and here is Juan, as big as life. They ‘shake hands heartily. Then Carl looks nen eagerly, and ie s over him. ey are not here?’’ he I have been eo appointment swee “My ' os 8, trou wWAssuredly not, senor. ° |} once a member of the gang. I | to take me to their nest. duty is toward the | T find I keep I deliver the some little time now. When I came, here a letter—it is addressed to you— it, waiting to see you. Now message,’’ replies Juan. CHAPTER XX. THE PIRATES OF CADIZ. ARL seizes the letter. There is a lantern near by, and this gives him enough light to catch its ‘> contents. The writing is in pencil, hastily scribbled on a piece of paper torn from a note-book. It is from Mr. Gregg, and reads: “CARL:—The unexpected has happened again. I left Rex and Nina here at evening, while I took one last trip up to the city to find out if a} message I am expecting had come. When I returned, they had sone. I was amazed, mys- tified. Finally, I came across an old water- dog, who, upon bei ing fixed, told me a harbor pirate named Rodrigo had comme with some of his men in a boat and made them accompany him. They will be held for ransom, Pedro says, and he ought to know, for he was have hired him I will bring back the two young people, if it lies in American pluck to do so. Govern yourself accordingiy “SILAS GREGG.” That is all. : Surely, it is enough to disturb Carl. One thing crowds upon the heels of an- other. They can thank their lucky stars they get away from Spanish soil, troubles seem to breed there. The idea of a harbor pirate being so bold as to abduct any one, and actually hold them for a ransom. It is amazing. Nevertheless, Carl is a young man of ac- tion, and not a dreamer—he accepts things as they come, and grapples with them in the enthusiasm of ‘youth, without questioning the reasons of their existence. “‘See here,’’ he says to the boatman, said you knew many of pirates.’? “Si, senor,’’ with a shrug. ‘* Among others, one Rodrigo?’’ ‘‘Surely—the Water Tiger.’’ ‘‘T see he is a terror. Do you know his den??? A pause. ‘* Si, senor.’ ‘* And could take me to it?’’ This time a muttered prayer to the saints —he can not imagine how any one could yol- untarily seek the den of such a man. ‘Tt. is possible, senor,’’ slowly. Carl is determined to push the matter. “He has two of my friends in his hands— held for ransom. , Another has*yone’ to res- cue them.’’ ‘‘He will share their fate.’’ ‘*Perhaps not. He is used to taking care of himself, this Mr. Gregg. At any rate, I will pay you handsomely to show me the way there.’’ A price is named. The water-dog has not handled so much! money in his life, and he accedes to the proposition. when since | | hands, perhaps crying, Rex looking his own safety after showing him where the pirate’s den lay. There seems to be a passage of some sort that leads by an underground way to the basement of some building. Carl is nerved to deeds that will training credit. When Mardo presses his arm he stops, and crouches low, for he knows it means ‘‘can- tion.’’ Thus advancing by degrees, the. cowboy finds himself gazing upon a scene such as would be eagerly grasped by a bold artist as a picture upon which could be thrown the strong lights and shadows in which they de- light. "There are a dozen or so men in the den. They are a fierce-looking, picturesque set of rascals. Only a glance Carl gives them. He is looking for Nina—for Rex. A moment later, and he has found them over in a corner— Nina, with her head in her forlorn, do his | perhaps sullen. so old} | ders where Silas Gregg, Then Carl remembers another, and won- the detective, can be. And even as he thus speculates, he dis- covers that remarkable personage, (TO BE CONTINUED. ) SIMILAR CASES. — XAMPLE is better than precept,’’ was a favorite motto of General Grant, and is aptly illustrated in the > following incident, related by an ex- Secretary of the Navy. Many sailors of the better class went to him and asked that some rank be given to them. They did not ask for an increase of pay, they said, but they wanted relative rank. The secretary could do nothing for them, but.they calléd upon | him several times, and were rather import- } unate. **vou | these harbor } | } . ‘We can go in the little steamboat as far | as it would be safe, and then continue in a | small craft,’’ is.Carl’s suggestion. Thus the expedition is formed. They are soon under way. Juan has kept up steam, not knowing at | what moment his boat might be needed. This is extremely fortunate. The waterman is very proud of being a pilot, and appears bold enough for anything. Carl notices, however, that the farther they go the more he subsides. Evidently, he has a healthy fear of the same Rodrigo, who seems to exercise a reign of terror over the beautiful harbor of | Cadiz. The little vessel is slowed down. ‘‘We will tie up here, senor,’’ remarks the boatman. Of course, Carl understands from this that it would not be safe to go closer to this mys- terious den of the Water Tiger of Cadiz. Juan is left on board. He would go with Carl, but the cowboy thinks it best for him to remain by the tug, and have everything in readiness for a start. There can be no telling in what condition they may return, and Juan is to keep a bright lookout for signals. e is also prepared to receive boarders, as there are guns aboard the boat. So Carl again seats himself, and has the waterman row away. The darkness soon swallows them up. Cautiously, the man picks his way, his oars making almost no splash in the water. Carl has armed himself for hot work, se- curing a second revolver from the arsenal on the tug. . Now they turn around the end of an old dock, and the boat is drawn underneath. It is a fit place for birds of evil. The gloom is so dense that Carl cannot see anything around him t is fortunate that the man knows his surroundings so well, for human eyes are ot no avail here. ‘*We leave the boat here,” whispers Mar- do, as the boatman has given his name. As they do so, Carl is glad to see that Mardo sticks by him, for he has been afraid _ the fellow won want to look out for | | } : | | ' | | | should be beneath (on to his ship, the boy I brought up to | obedience would boss his own father. | he wanted to. | Jesse Grant, you know—doesn’t seem to care |} about the inequality in rank. At last, I led a delegation of them over to the White House, nd let them present their petition to President Grant in person. They told him what they wanted, and argued for a redress of their grievances plainly, but forcibly. Here an old boatswain came to the front, and said: ‘‘Mr. President, I can put this ’ere matter so’s you can see it plain. Now here I bea parent—in fact, a father.. My son is a mid- shipman. He outranks me, don’t you ob- serve? That an’t right, don’t you se e???; ‘*Indeed!’’ said the President. ‘*Who ap- pointed him??? **The Secretar the beatswain said, and encouraged by the question, he went on: ‘‘It an’t right, don’t you see, that I. ’?im. W’y, ef I was to go here,” Jest think o’ that! An’ he has better quarters *n me, an’ better grub, nice furniture ’n all that, sleeps in a nice soft bed, ’n all that. See?”” ‘*Yes,’’ the President said, ‘‘ yes, the world is full of inequalities. I know ‘of a case quite similar to yours. I know of an old fellow who is a postmaster in a little town of Ken- tucky. e lives in a plain way, in a small house. He isa nice old man, “put he isn’t much in rank. His son outranks him more than your son does you. ‘‘His son lives in Ws ashington,-in the big- gest house there, and he is surrounded by | the nicest of furniture, and eats and drinks everything he takes a notion to. He could remove his father from office in a minute if And the old man—that’s I suppose he is glad tosee his boy get along in the world.”’ The old boatswain looked down at the car- pet, and tried to bore a hole in it with his toe, and’ his comrades all laughed and slapped him on the back, and they filed out in great glee. It was the last ever heard of the ee tioners. —_—__+-2»—__ HIS EXACT SIZE. There is a kind of selfish smartness which makes a man think well of himself, but which renders him a laughing stock, never- theless, One rainy day, when a shoe shop was full of customers, a man entered hur- — riedly, and speaking to an assistant, who was fitting a lady, said: ‘‘Can you show me some of those boots you advertise? 1am in great haste.’’ Excusing himself to the lady, the assistant — proceeded to wait upon the new-comer. 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Back numbers of GOOD NEWS can always be obtained from your Newsdealers. If they do not have them please send direct to this office and we will supply them by mail on receipt of price. Advertising rates, 50 cents per agate line. ~ Contents of this Number. SERIAL STORIES. “Friends or Foes,” by Lieut. Lionel Louns- berry. **The Schooldays of Fred Harley,” by Ar- thur M. Winfield. “Reckless Carl,” by St. George Rath- borne. “The White King of Africa,” by William Murray Graydon. “A Young Froghpanca” by Enrique H. Lewis. “Larty the Wanderer,” by Edward Strate- meyer. “Tom ticks Ocean Trip,” by Harvey Hicks, “‘Nibbsey,” by Saul Wright. SHORT STORIES, “Similar Cases.” “The Adventures of a Cold Key,” by Robert Overton. ‘The — Weather System,” by Max Ad- eler. “By the Deep Nine,” by Philip H. Hemyng. REGULAR DEPARTMENTS, “Short Talks With the Boys,” by Arthur Sewall, ‘‘How to Do Things,” by David Parks. “‘Ticklets,” by Chas. W. Foster. “Mail Bag,” “Exchange Department,” “Club. Notices,” etc. STR SWAT 7 NEXT WHEEK! A splendid story of the adventures of two boys in an electric air-ship, entitled, - IN THE HEART OF THE EARTH: ’ The Secrets of An Extinct Voleano. ——~ ble By EMERSON BELL. ——_- e-—> -____ During the autumn and winter we shall riers serials by the following peerless ist of authors : Wiit1aM Murray Graypon, - Enrique H. Lewis, E Epwarp SrraTEMEYER, ALFRED ARMITAGE, ; Lrevr. Lione, Lounsprrry, _ Henry Harrison Hares, Wiiiiam G. Parrten, “6 Wexpon F. Coss, 4 Lizut. James K. Orton. Vicror Sr. Crarr, } Harry DANGERFIELD, Emerson BE tL, RvEY Hicks, , CLARENCE CONVERSE, W. W. Coox. ArtHurR M. WINFIELD, J. Gipson Perry, U.S.N., Ernest A. Youna, Sr. Grorce Ratuporne, Bi WaLpen F. Suarpr, any of whom write exclusively for “Tur Kine or Boys’ Werxuies.”. |THE NEW WEATHER SYSTEM. BY MAX ADELER. a #™OOLEY is the inventor of an im- =@ proved system of foretelling the \/ weather. He has a lot of barometers, hygrometers, and such things, in his house, and he claims that by reading these intelligently, and watching the clouds in ac- cordance with his theory, a man can proph- esy what kind of weather there will be three days ahead. They were getting up a Sun- he, Cooley ascertained that there would be no rain on a certain Thursday, they selected that day for the purpose. The sky looked gloomy when they started, but as Cooley declared that it absolutely couldn’t rain on Thursday, everybody. felt that it was safe to go. About two hours after the party reached the grounds, however, a shower came up, and it rained so hard that it ruined all the provisions, wet everybody to the skin, and washed all the cake to dough. Besides, Peter Marks was struck by lightning. On the following Monday the agricultural exhi- bition was to be -held, but as Mr. Cooley foresaw that there would be a terrible north- east storm on that day, he suggested to the president of the society that it had better be postponed. So they put it off, and that was the only clear Monday we had during May. About the first of June, Mr. Cooley 'an- nounced that there would not be any rain until the fifteenth, and consequently we had showers every day, right straight along up to that time, with the exception of the tenth day, when there was a slight spit of snow. So on the fifteenth, Cooley foresaw that the rest of the month would be wet, and by an odd coincidence, a drought set in, and it only rained once during the two weeks, and that was on the day which Cooley informed the base-ball club that it could play a match, be- cause it would be clear. On toward the first of July, he began to have some doubts if his improved weather system was correct; he was convinced that it must work by contraries; so when Profes- sor Jones asked him if it would be safe to attempt to have a display of fireworks on the night of the fifth, Cooley brought the improved system into play, and discovered that it promised rainy weather on that night. So then he was certain it would be clear, and he told Professor Jones to go ahead. , On the night of the fifth, just as the pro- fessor got his Catherine wheels’ and sky- rockets all in position, it began to rain, and that was the most awful sturm we have had this year. Itraised the river nearly three feet. As soon as it began, Cooley got the ax, and went up stairs and smashed his hydrometers, hygrometers, barometers and thermometers. Then he cut down the pole that upheld the weather-cock, and burned the manuscript of the book which he was writing in explanation of his system. He leans on ‘‘Old Probs’’ now when he wants to ascertain the probable state of the weather. he SOUND SLEEPERS. Mr. Boyle says that it is one of the amuse- ments of West Africa to show strangers how a Fantee boy can sleep. A friend of his wishing to rouse some servants and send them to close the shutters and lock the doors, said to him: “Tl show you something which wouldn’t believe on hearsay.’’ Thereon, he grasped a boy by the heels, dragged him a yard or so, turned him over, and roughly lifted him to a sitting posture; the youth sat up, rubbed his eyes, scratched his head, and went to sleep again. To an- other he did the same, with a like result. Having thus got the two alongside, fast asleep, he dragged one on top of the other, and left them a moment; they slumbered placidly in that position. He then ran amuck at them, being in slippers, and upset the pair, and ordered them loudly to close the shutters. They both got up, eyes wide open, and apparently conscious; one walked gravely down stairs, the other retired, with on semblance of reason, to the pantry along- side. The one who went down came up again in two minutes, still with his eyes wide open, and leisurely lay down to sleep again; the other we found fast snoozing in the pantr on a stool. We took them up, and shoo them violently ; they rubbed themselves, and went to sleep again. ¥ Dragging them into the dining-room, with- out a word, they silently set about their work, fastening shutters and doors. ‘‘Do you think they are awake?’’ asked my friend. ‘‘Tell them to get you some- thing.’’ I did so. No response. I repeated the order. They quietly went back, their work completed, and dropped asleep upon their mats. Fast stupefied with sleep all the time! you ‘‘How slowly the train is moving now,’’ said a passenger. ‘*Yes,’’ replied another. ‘‘The baggage- master must have checked it.’? - f | : day school picnic in town in May, and as} « i % SuorT TALKS —= EDITED BY ARTHUR SEWALL. | Wy) MORE ABOUT NOT DISCOUNTING THE FUTURE. OS “h) ¥ you have no right to spend any wy) money on yourself on account of it until the money has been earned and paid in. You have no right to discount the future. The late General Lewis Cass, once a can didate for the Presidency of the United States, aid not beaten by many votes, bought a lot of land many years ago, as an investment. + > _____ ot | F THEN THERE WAS PEACE, } q % A clergyman who was constantly travel- ing, once stopped at a hotel much frequented by ‘‘commercials.’’ The host, not being used to entertaining clergymen at his table, looked at him, with surprise. Then the travelers turned all their artil- lery of wit upon him, without eliciting a remark in self-defense. The worthy clergyman ate his dinner quietly, apparently without observing the jibes and sneers of his neighbors. One of them at last, in despair at his for- bearance, said to him: ‘Well, I wonder at your patience. Have you not heard all that has been said against you?’ " “Oh, yes; I am accustomed to it. know who I am?”? ‘*No, sir.’? p } ‘‘Well, I will inform you. I am chaplain in an asylum for idiots. Such remarks have no effect upon me.’’ enn ie aporiaiipaties SLe a A FALSE MAXIM. Do you The loungers around the only store in a little New England village were greatly amused at something that happened one warm afternoon last autumn. A tall, lank, bare-footed man came into the store with a gallon pail filled with blackberries, which he exchanged for three quarts of molasses. He carried a stout hickory walking-stick in one hand, and when he departed he put the pail on one end of the stick, and threw the stick across his shoulder. He reached the platform in front of the store, when a shining new pin at his feet caught his eye. “See a pin and pick it up, All the day you'll have good luck.” he drawled out, and stooped over to pick up the pin, when the molasses crawled out all over his back and neck. pereigpvaning himself hurriedly, the man Sald: ; ‘‘Waal, I never thought much of that air proverb, an’ I think less on it neow than I ever did.’’ f Hapland eagle eI WHAT HE HAD TO SAY. Teacher—‘‘Keep your hands down, John Billings. When I am ready, I will call upon you. Ten minutes later, ‘*Now, John Billings, I will hear what you have to say.’’ John Billings—‘‘I only want ter tell yer that I seed a tramp in ther front hook yer umbrella.’’ ! { ¢ \ a om ih hl Aa me —-— I’ve had too much of that sort of thing al- (This Story Will Not be Published in Book-Form.} THE SCHOOLDAYS OF FRED HARLEY: OR, PUL Wi eS EO Fe) Alda ds PIO OF Si BY ARTHUR M. WINFIELD, , Author of **Mi {‘‘THE SCHOOLDAYS OF FRED HARLEY” was commenced in No. 229. ssing Money.” . Back numbers can be obtained of all News Agents. } CHAPTER XII. AT THE CIRCUS. es aia ed ) ay T certainly looked as if Nat Springley | K ( was in for it. Farmer Rickett held him in a firm grip, and when the whip came ‘> down, the fun-loving youth gave a lusty | ery from pain. **Hold on! hold on!’’ he yelled. ‘Let up | a bit, will you?’’ will begin before we have a chance. to the animals,’’ said Springley. _‘‘This way. They were soon in the big lot where the three tents, comprising ‘‘Garner’s World, Re- nowned Menagerieand Roman Circus,’’ Were located. Here the crowd ‘was ‘‘as thi@k as flies around a sugar-bowl,’* as Fred -ex- pressed it, and they had to fairly fight their way to the ticket-wagon. ‘‘Walk upsnow and procure your tickets, see 9 NEWS. Poor Carl procured so did Fred, and then they literally fought their way out of the mass of surging human- ity, and toward the circus tent’s entrance. ‘‘Worth the price of. the ticket to get it,’’ observed Fred to the'others, as they passed inside. ‘*T dink so!’’ groaned Carl, ruefully gazing at his somewhat tight coat and vest. ‘‘Dree buttons gone alretty !”’ ‘*And the clown hasn’t got off a joke yet,’’ putin Springley. ‘‘What*will you do when he starts in?’’ The tent they had entered was that devoted Ao the menagerie. Here were located exactly six barred wagons, the first containing’ a solitary lion, the next a tiger, then a pair of deers, the fourth a common brown bear, the fifth an elk, and the last, half a dozen very ordinary looking monkeys. Besides’ the wagons, there’ were three elephants; one somewhat larger than the’ others, a very tired-looking camel, and a wire feet square, in the confines of which reposed a small, sleepy-looking alligator. That was all. ‘*Phew! what a-sell!’? murmured Leroy. ‘*Worse than a dime museum in the city.’’ his ticket at last, and | | : | ; ; ; | ‘*Vot’s in der udder ; ‘*Maybe der hey 9?? **No, the second tent is the circus tent, and the third is where they live and make up—the. circus people, I mean. This is all there is to it, so far as a menagexie is con- cerned.’” Presently, a band, of seven pieces, struck up in the middle tent, and a grand rush was made for the -hard planks, which comprised the orfly seats around the forty-foot ring. The smell. of sawdust was..in‘ the air, and two men ‘were busy; smoothing down the surface of the ring. widh rakes. The: boys secuked a rowggt seats on a long plank on the. topmost row%ynot far from the band, © Very soon ,the seats below them were crowded, and still, ‘the’ people kept coming in. ‘The late comers were tompelled to either stand or sit: down oh bits-of board, placed tents???’ asked Carl. vos some udder animiles dere, | directly en thetgrass} =>": fence, ten | The grand overturé*¢omposed of a medley of airs which tad@beme.popular one or two years before? was sou we over, and then the curtains -of, the sygafier tent were pulled aside, and ‘out, rode ur men and four ladies "on ‘horseback, the men ‘*No, I won’t let up!’ returned the irate far- mer, grimly. ‘‘I’ve got an all-fired score ter settle with yeou, con- sarn yer!”’ He raised the whip again; but’ before it could be brought down, Fred ran up behind and caught the lash in his hand. He gave a quick jerk, and the weapon slipped from Farmer Rickett’s grasp. ‘‘Let him alone!”’ cried Fred. ‘‘He didn’t break down the tail- board of your wagon. I am responsible for that.’’ ‘*And I,’’ put in Le- roy. ‘So don’t hit him.’’ ‘“‘Give me that ere whip!’’ cried the far- mer, loosening his grip upon Springley. ‘‘Give me the whip, I say!’’ ‘*All right; take it.’’ And whirling the sweapon over his head, Fred cast it forth, to land directly.on the far- mger’s pose! ~~ Rickétt gave ‘a howl of pain, and »clapped both hands to his olfac- tory organ. ‘*You young rascal !”’ he roared. ‘‘Most bust- ed my nose! Wait till I ketch yer !’? He made a dart for Fred, who at once slipped across the road, and then started on a run up the hill, erying to the others to follow him. ‘‘Good-by; hope you get to the circus!’’ sang out Springley. ‘*Ves, and don’t let der elephantes bite off dot nose off!’’ added Carl. ‘*Tell them to put you in the monkey cage if you are afraid to run loose,’’ put in Leroy. And then the quartet of mischief makers dis- appeared over the brow of the hill, leaving poor Rickett to mend _ his tail-board, and pick up NY = y Va, sin. black velvet, with } Spangles, and the ladies sain white, with gauze #that floated in all direc- ‘tions. Following them tame two chariots, drawn by ponies, and then a monkey on a mule, and a cat riding on the back of a fierce- looking bull-dog. The elephants and the camel brought up in the rear, the latter carrying a seat, upon which rested a couple of clowns. As soon as the proces- sion reached the ring, the clowns sprang down and began to tumble over each other, while the parade went around the circle over a dozen times. ‘‘Here we are some more!’” shouted one clown. ‘‘How are you to- morrow?’’ returned the other. A few commonplace jokes followed, and then the clowns ran out of the ring, one limping dreadfully, pretending that the other had smashed .his foot. After this came some bareback riding, and then a young man, who did some daring feats on a flying trapeze. Presently, Leroy nudged Fred in the ribs. ‘“Do you see him?’’ he whispered. ‘*See who?’’ ‘*Rickett. He is on the seat half-way down, directly in front of Nat.”? Fred looked. Sure enough, there .was the farmer, gazing intently at the young man on the flying trapeze. ANI RRR CHAPTER XIII. A STOLEN POCKET-BOOK PRINGLEY sat next to Fred, on the other side of Leroy, and the boy from the country soon acquainted the fun- his barrels as best he could. ‘‘T owe you one for getting me out of that scrape,’’ said Spring- ley to Fred. ‘‘He was going to give it to me for keeps.’’ é ‘‘Oh, Rickett is a cooler,’’ observed Le- roy. ‘‘He would have skinned you’ alive had he had the chance.’’ “‘Do you think he will report us to Mr. Wallace?’’ questioned Fred, anxiously. ‘“‘What, Rickett? Not much. Mr. lace wouldn’t listen to him!’’ ‘*And why not?’’ ‘*T don’t know exactly, but he wouldn’t, I’m. sure of that. I believe it’s something about some vegetables, and milk, and butter Rickett_used to supply the school. The stuff was no good, and Rickott overcharged the old man dreadfully, so that they almost got into a lawsuit over it.’’ ‘*Well, I’m glad there isn’t a likelihood of his making a complaint to Mr. Wallace. Wal- ready,’’ said Fred. Five minutes’ more of rapid walking brought the four youths into Branbury. They found the village crowded with people from the country for fifteen miles around, for the circus had been extensively adver- tised. » ‘‘We must lose no time, or the performance COMING TOWARD THEM AT FULL TILT WAS A BIG AND ANGRY-LOOKING THE FIRST HE MIGHT OVERTAKE! ladies and gentlemen! This is the one chance of a lifetime, which may never occur again! The largest elephant in captivity, remember, and the most. wonderfully educated tigers on the face of the globe! A real Roman chariot- race in the main ring, and three of the boss clowns, to make you feel ten years younger! Walk up, tumble up, crawl up, and hop up, in fact, anyway, to get up! Remember, the ring show begins in half an hour, an exact counterpart of that given at the Madison Square Garden, in New York city !”’ ‘*‘My, what a whopper!’’ cried Leroy. ‘*T’ll bet all I’m worth, this circus was never within ten miles of New York city. They would run them out so quick it would take their breath away !’’ ‘*That’s so; but that chap is talking for the sole benefit of the hayseeds who never go five miles from home,’’ returned Nat. ‘‘Just look at them swarm in for tickets!’’ And swarm in they did; so much so that Fred and Car) were caught in the mob and nearly crushed to death. ~ +*Py chiminy, gif me room!’ gasped the German boy. ‘‘Does you vants to knock me my outsides in alretty? Von dicket, please, and let. me got owit before 1 vos squashed flat, an’t it??? , ‘‘T’ve seen a better menagerie by far, at Rock Clove,’’ returned Fred. ‘‘I- wonder if the circus will amount to anything?’’ ‘*Tf it doesn’t, I'll be in for making things warm,’’ burst out Nat, with a determined shake of his head. ‘‘I’m not going to lose a half-holiday, walk several miles, and pay a quarter to see a five-pins-in-our-back-yard affair.’’ The boys were not the only ones to grum- ble. Many of the country people wore long faces, and numerous sarcastic remarks were cast at the three, men in charge of the ani- mals. ‘‘Call thet a big elephant? Why, he an’t no bigger’n old Jed Watson’s red bull!’?’ ‘*T only see one tiger. Where’s the others?”’ ‘*He don’t look like he could perform, does he? An’t it a swindle?’’ ‘The monkeys are funny, though, an’t they? There’s the best part of the show.”’ ‘*I1 don’t want to see no monkeys. I came to see a reg’lar menagerie, with rhinoceroses, and taggers, and pumas, and lamases, and Polar bears, and sech! This is a reg’lar fizzle !’? And thus the talk went on, much to the amusement of Leroy Favor, who was city born and bred. BULL, READY .TO PROD WITH HIS UGLY HORNS fact of the farmer’s presence. ‘*What! as close as that?’’ cried Springley, softly. ‘‘That ought to give us a chance for sport with the old fellow!” — ; ; ‘‘Better keep quiet until the circus is over,’’ returned Fred. ‘‘We don’t want to be hustled out.”’ ‘* All right, I will, excepting I see an extra good chance,’’ replied Springley. : c After the act on the trapeze, the daring young man was recalled, and had to do something just as daring. The crowd clapped loudly, and old Ricketé with the rest. Watching his chance, Springley reached over the shoulders of those in front of him, and gave Rickett’s hat a tilt over his eyes. The youth then sank out of sight imme- diately. ‘*Hi! who knocked my hat?’’ demanded the old farmer, pushing the head covering back, and glaring around, savagely. 3 He looked so sharply at the man behind him, that that individual turned red. _ ‘‘T didn’t touch your hat,’’ he’said, mildly. ‘*‘Want ter be careful,’? grumbled Rickett, and he turned again to view the perform- ance. Springley waited a minute, and then, see- ing another good chance, shoved the hat again. This time it fell in Rickett’s lap. en loving youth with the © farmer, tell yeou kin I see if yeou my ‘*Confound yeou! oared the old turning around quickly. ‘*Didn’t I to be | goin’ ter knock my hat over blessed minnit, hey??’’ ‘IT didn’t touch your hat, man behind him, somewhat sharply. ‘¢*Well, who did then??’’ ‘T don’t know.’’ ‘“Maybe the wind above took it off,’’ sitting near. tickett scowled at him, and then once more to view the performance. careful. How eyes every >? from suggested a } : 7 the opening up fat man, The performing tiger was now brought in| in his cage, and the entire audience became interested in watching the performance saving Nat Springley. The youth again watched his chance, and this time, not only pulled Rickett’s hat from his head, allowed it to slip through the high the ground below. Xickett was on his feet on the face as red as a beet. ‘“Consarn yeou!’’ he howled, wrathfully. ‘‘Do yeou take me fer a mule, ter stand this here shovin’ of my hat. Give it back ter me ter onct.’’ ‘‘T haven’t got your hat, and I want you to shut up!’’ returned the man addressed, sharply. ‘‘Why don’t you glue your hat on, if it won’t stay on any other way?’’ ‘‘See here; I don’t want none o’ your sass!’’ stormed Rickett. ‘‘Yeou shoved thet hat off !’’ ‘I did not!”’ **Didn’t touch it at all?’’ ‘SNo,?? ‘*Who did, then?’’ ‘*Don’t ask me. the show.’’ ‘*But my hat has gone down clear ter ground.’’ ‘I can’t help that; sit down!’ TO seats, ? Sit down, so I can see the ‘*T won’t—not till I get thet air hat back.’ ; }and Carl, and then all four started on the ‘*Tf you won’t sit down, I’ll have you put out!’ ‘Sit down! Sit down!’’ cried several. 3ut my hat——’’ repeated Rickett. ‘*Go down and get your hat.”’ And this was what the farmer finally had to do. When he attempted to come back, he found his seat taken, and, although he grumbled loudly, he was compelled to stand during the remainder of the performance. ‘**T guess I’m square with him now,’’ whis pered Springley to Fred. ‘‘That cut on:the legs don’t hurt-so much now.”’ By this time, the act performed by the tiger, a very brief one, was over. Then camé out a trick mule, and the ring-master offered any one five dollars to ride him around the ring twice. ‘*That’s the wind-up, and a regular chest nut, too,’’ said Leroy. ‘'‘It let us make tracks for the school.”’ The boys had some little difficulty in crawling down from their lofty seats. When they reached the ground, they found that a tall, sour-looking young countryman had ac cepted the ring-master’s offer, and was essaying to get astride of the mule, who was kicking out his heels at a lively rate. ‘*Vait till ve he takes der ride,’’ said Carl. can kick alretty !’’ see of They halted for the German boy’s benefit, | | to Springley and the others, in the meantime, keeping a sharp lookout so as not to run into Rickett. ‘*There he is,’? whispered Fred to Leroy, as he pointed his left. ‘*Hold on!’’ he added, suddenly. ‘*‘What’s up, now?’? Instead of replying, Fred pointed to a man who stood beside Farmer Rickett. ‘*That man is a pickpocket!’ he cried, in a low voice. ‘SA pickpocket?’ exclaimed Leroy. ‘‘Are you sure?’ ‘*T just saw him take his hand from Rick ett’s pocket, and he had something that looked like a pocket-hook.’’ ‘“You don’t mean it!’’ cried Leroy, ex citedly. ‘‘Let us)tell the police!’ ‘‘T’ll_ make sure first,’’ returned Fred. ‘Pll ask Rickett if he has lost anything.’’ He sprang through the crowd, and tapped the farmer on the shoulder. ‘‘What! if it an’t one of them air boys ag’in!’’ cried the old farmer, his brow wrinkling, darkly. ‘‘Wot you want now?’’ he demanded, roughly. ‘*Excuse me, but have you lost something out of that pocket?’’ questioned Fred, hur riedly, as the man beside Rickett began to move away. ‘‘That pocket?’’ The farmer placed his hand in the opening. ‘‘By gum! My pocket book’s gone! Did you take it?’’ He caught Fred by the shoulder as he spoke. The boy from the country shook him off. ‘‘That man took it, Mr. Rickett. I just saw him pulling his hand out of that pocket. That’s why I spoke.’’ ‘*Stop thief! Stop thief!’’ yelled the old farmer, running after the pickpocket, who was doing his best to slip through the crowd. ‘*He’s got my pocket-book, with forty dollars in it!’ The old farmer’s cry at once drew the attention of all who heard it. Many lost interest in the antics of the trick mule and the would-be rider, and surged forward be tween the victim and the man who was try- ing to escape. o oS air ' returned the | | crowd turned | all | | Why, but instant, his | | and | go to court as a is getting late; | | and then the supper-bell rang. ‘*Mine cracious, how dot mule | CACO I \ thief! A ief ‘Watch i ‘Where is the rascal?’ ‘Who did he rob?’’ ‘‘That’s the man!’’ cried Fred, darting forward. Hold him, somebody ! But the pickpocket continued to out for move to ward the entrance not knowing exactly whom to stop. He had just reached the opening, when Fred bounded up and caught him his coat Stop! ‘Let me me go, boy!’? growled the man, in a ‘*Let me go before I hurt you! You are a thief, and just took that farmer’s pocket-book. Hand it over!’’ ‘You must be crazy! I am no thief! [ am Judge Ransford, of Bellamy !”’ ‘You took the pocket-book!’’ returned Fred, doggedly. The man glared at the youth for a second. He was a fellow, and. had coal-black eyes, which snapped viciously. ‘*Are you going to let go?’ ‘+No.?? Without an his hand, But the hand never descended, for pocket’s arm was caught by Leroy followed close upon the heels of the In another moment, the came up, the criminal was surrounded Rickett ran up also, and a second later, a con who was present, the pickpocket in charge. Without formality vas searched, and the farmer’ taken from a pocket inside of his ‘We had be tter get pered Leroy to Fred. low Voice, ‘Tl won’t! ; large the man drew back Fred’s the pick who had pal ‘ther word. and aimed a blow at crowd 1 stable, took S missing WI1UnNeSS ¢ ‘*T don’t to ¢ the boy from the country. ‘*Come He fell back, and together they circus tent. Soon they ran across Sprin want to go return to Maplewood School. CHAPTER XIV. ON FORBIDDEN GROUND. LD Rickett ought to be very thankful to you for what you did for him,’’ observed Leroy, on the way home. ‘Thankful nothing!’’ put ° in He’s of too ha AND Springley. tion to be thankful. If he thought it do any good, and he dared, he would report all of to Mr. Wallace and never say a word about his pocket book : The boys felt in excellent spirits, and long teful a clispo ] would 1 us ) before sundown reached Maplewood School. They took a hasty wash and brushing up, Nothing was said at the table about the circus, and their visit to that place of amusement never came | to light. A week passed, and by the end of time Fred Harley felt perfectly at both at his studies, and among the teachers and pupils. He found Mr. Mollycod a very strict man, one who rarely smiled or but withal, easy to get along with so long as | proper attention was given to lessons. During that week, Fred sent several letters his father and telling them how he liked it at Maplewood, and what progress he was making. Hugh Dawson continued to scowl darkly | the | at him, but Fred paid no attention to bully. Only once did the two have any words, that being when Dawson tried to maké Carl Schomberg do an errand that the German boy did not wish to undertake. ‘*Do it, or I’ ll break your head!’’ Dawson had roared. ‘*Leave him alone; he is my friend,’’ Fred had returned, sharply, and upon this, the bully had said no more. But the look of bitter hatred that he cast at Fred, when the latter’s back was turned, boded the boy from the country no good. ‘‘He’s afraid to face you, but beware of him, just the same,’’ Leroy said to Fred. ‘‘He’ll strike at your back in the dark some day.’’ It was now getting too late in the season to go swimming, and so the boys amused themselves on the play-ground during all of their off time. They played base-ball and ‘‘shinny,’’ and even attempted golf and lawn tennis. ‘I’ve got a surprise in store for you all!”’ cried Frank Martin. ‘‘I brought it along when I was home.’’ ‘*What is it?’’ asked Springley. ‘‘Wait and see.’’ Frank hurried into the He was gone nearly ten minutes, returned, carrying a monster kite, all of ten feet high, and seven feet wide. The kite was made to represent a furnace, with the door wide open, and an imp’s head sticking out, the flames shooting in all directions, and some of them forming the upper end of the kite-tail. ‘*Phew! what a whopper!’’ cried Leroy. ‘‘That’s enough to give one the night mare,’’ returned Fred. ‘‘Look at that red hot fire the poor imp isin! Where did you get the idea, Frank???’ ‘*Oh, it just came into my head. If you feel cold, just look at the picture, and it will warm you up.’’ All of the boys laughed at this, and then 7 school-building. and then | Springley unchecked, those in the | hunt by the tail of | resting-place and across the play-ground. | vou fellows,’ that | home, | joked, | mother and Uncle Will, | | to the cart again, the | going at a lively rate of speed. NEw s. asked him when he intended to fly the } 4 you fellows will wheel push up.’”’ ; three the kite is idea.’’ at once W found , shining plated parts of the harnes ‘You have the cart, provided don’t rents,’’ was their ‘*It wasn’t behind a kite, though.’’ We’ll be ecareful,’’ he and Springley drag’ ent Gregg. him at l { LLL up down in | ip the silver i may bust it, request. Gregag’s answer Tt built for no ridin and th trom Fred cart said ed the 1 few minutes later, the boys were off half a dozen others, with smaller kites, ac companying them. As it was a Saturday half-holiday, they left the grounds, and pro ceeded to a long stretch of road “the river. ‘* The may do,’’ said Frank. hold and help me raise her. Fred took the monster, and walking unce back, held it upright. Then Frank et out more string, or rather strong fishing cord, and gave the signal. ‘There she goes!’’ cried Leroy , as Fred re leased the kite, and Frank started on a run goes up beautifully.’’ me hold her!’’ Hurry-up, | along isn’t right here, but it ‘*Come, wind just 99 some She Frank, hold yelled can’t Help quickly. alone !’’ forward, and the to § lip slowly and Leroy sprang and all four of the Callie Fred, allowing through their grasp. \t first, the monster kite, which Frank had christened the Imp, hovered suspiciously close to the ground, and for a while was in catching in the tops of leila on, cord danger of neighboring trees. wind, and up went the Imp with a rush, | nearly carrying the boys off their feet. ‘*That’s Fred, Shall |] get the cart ‘Yes.?? orand!’? eried now?’ replied Frank. ‘‘Hold on tight, he added, to Leroy and Nat. And they did hold on, while Fred drew up with the three-wheeled cart. The kite-cord was, fastened to a hook in front, and all four of the boys scrambled in, in a great hurry. Hurrah! we are off!’’ ff they were, the monster kite dragging them the level road, just as a horse might have done. But they had hardly gone a five hundred feet, when the wind shift. around the west, and quence, the cart left the middle of over distance of began to nse to as a C the road and commenced to run suspiciously close to | road | ; | every nook and corner of the ground apart the rail fence which separated the from a big open field beyond. ‘‘Let us get into the field—we can ride better there,’’? suggested Nat. ‘‘That is Hanley’s field,’’ replied Leroy. ‘‘He warned Mr. Wallace not to let any of us boys go into it.’’ ‘“Oh, we won’t hurt Springley. ‘*Come on!’ As the cart was now hard up against ‘ail fence, his suggestion prevailed. 79'4 anything!’’ cried the it down in position on the other side. The field they had entered was a smooth pasture lot, and once the cord was made fast vehicle moved along just as swiftly as before. Fred and Frank sat in front, and Springley and Leroy behind. ‘‘Hanley will be after us with a gunif he| sees us,’’ said Leroy. ‘*T can’t see that we are doing any harm,”’ replied Fred. ‘‘Where I come from, don’t refuse to let people cross an open lot like this. He has nothing growing here.’’ ‘I don’t believe he’ll us, ?? Frank. ‘‘His house is way over on the other side of the hill. My! but an’t o o 17 glorious: see On they went, until the end of the pasture | lot appeared in sight. Then each of the boys looked suddenly at the others. The cart was How should they stop it before that fence before them was reached? ‘*We’ll have to jump out!’’ cried Fred. ‘Quick, and‘dig your heels into the ground for all you know how!’ They all made the leap, and tried to do as | he had suggested. But the soil was hard, and despite their efforts, they were dragged forward with a swiftness that filled them with fear. ‘*We can’t stop it!’’ gasped Frank. how that kite pulls!’’ ‘Out the cord, or smashed!’’ cried Leroy. knife, somebody ! ‘*But I don’t want to lose the kite,’’ gan Frank. ‘‘That cost me——’’ He did not finish. Crash! The cart struck the rail fence with full force, smashing the front wheel into a dozen pieces! With the crash came a snap, and off sailed the Imp, carrying the best part of the fishing-line with it. The boys had hardly time to recover from the shock, when a sudden sound from be hind, caused them to look back. It was a bellow that made their hair fairly stand on end. **Oh, the cart will be ‘‘Out with your be help | you Fred, catch her boys some But then came a puff of shouted Fred, and | | pretty strong, or he would make more of | effort to shake it off,’’ I While | Fred and Leroy held the Imp, Springley and | Fy ‘rank haisted the cart over the rails, and set | i f combat if we rouse them up. we | ut in| oa : value, this just | | quarter of a sheet of note paper in size. |.less than five minutes, Larry had every one them full bull Coming toward big and angry ing fiercely, < prod with his u his e% | OV ertake! (TO BE CONTID > ~~ This Story Will Not be Published in Book-Form. LARRY THE WANDERER ; OR The Ups and Downs of a Knockabout. BY EDWARD STRATEMEYER, futhor of “Shorthand Tom,” “Oamera ‘“‘Joe the Surve yor,” ete. THE WANDERER” was Back numbers can be comme! obtained CHAPTER XXX. AN IMPORTANT DISCOVERY (/A3, Lu unconscious of what hi place after they had left the “~\ stolen plate safe in the wagon <>} ard Bruin and Larry pr‘ led all haste to the old mill ‘*T don’t think it advisable to any more outside,’’ said the artist. likely that there is another stuff around.’’ ‘*That’s so,’’? returned Larry. ‘‘We had better confine our search to the old mill. J] have an idea that Pete Lomax made it a sort of hanging place whenever he thought it unsafe to appear in Cleveland o1 taken bag of How cer with hunt around **Tt isn‘t bag of stolen out elsewhere be strange A more or less of ‘That would not fellow of that description is an out cast, and an outcast doesn’t care how lonely intru this a place is, so long as it is secure from sion—which didn’t happen to be in case And Howard Bruin gave a short his last words. ‘tT can’t understand how Gregory Ken nington ever fell in with him,”’ Larry, with a thoughtful shake of his head, ‘*The two are different as day is from night.’’ ‘* And Pete Lomax’s hold on him laugh at observed as must be an added the artist. When they entered the ground floor of the old mill, their first movement was to throw open every door and window to its widest, so as to admit all the light possible. This was an easy matter, as most of the doors and windows were open already. The two then began a systematic search in left un Over a box or Larry pantry was even stirred ment. Not a searched, and |heap of moldy shavings and sawdust, that | had apparently not been disturbed for years. But to their disappointment, nothing was found there. Then they ascended the rickety stairs, and entered the apartment where Lomax and Boughton had held that all important interview. ‘‘Look out for the wasps!”’ out Larry. ‘‘They’ll prove ugly customers to sang I was was ‘‘Never fear, I’ll be on my guard. stung once ‘at my barn, and that enough. ’’ The search now began with renewed earnestness, as this was the very place that Larry had found the scrap of paper relating to Gregory Kennington. In one corner, a heap of old news and other papers were found, and under them more scraps of paper, upon which appeared faded writing in sev- eral different hands. ‘‘These may be worthless, or of great said Howard Bruin, as Larry called his attention to the scraps of paper. ‘‘ Pick them all up in your hat, and bring them to the light.’’ The scraps were some twenty in number. Some were quite small, and others nearly In of them in his possession. The two proceeded down. stairs and out into the open air, and here the scraps were laid out on a flat rock, and the two essayed to piece them together. ; ‘““There are three different handwritings here, sO we can div ide the scraps into three lots, according to the different hands. Then we will take one lot at a time, and see what we can make of it.’’ ‘*This lot is in the handwriting of ‘the note sent to Gregory Kennington!’’ exclaimed Larry, after an inspection of one of the piles. ‘‘See what a queer shape that k is? It was the same on the bit of note.’’ ‘*We will put this note together first, then,’’ returned the artist, and this was done. ‘‘Tt’s not all here,’’ said Larry, after they had been at work for several minutes. As much as they had of the letter read as follows: His name was can make an LOMAX.” “___. will be on to sée you. ——that’s what he was called easy deal with him I feel su ‘This observed Howard Bruin. has reference to?’ is from Lomax to some one else,”’ ‘*] wonder who he with a clouded Per aid Lat brow. [It’s a good deal of haps the letter is one sent by Bou ohton or anoth er 18 ber. They now began to put the second lot of bits together. But when they had been all placed, the letter proved of no value, but merely spoke of an order for ‘That belonged to t miller before left here,’’ said the artist. ‘*We will now see what the last lot brings forth.’’ This was done. It was hard work the bits tog ether, as they were much and crumpled. But at last the task completed, and the following lay them “MR, Ou. next ‘Maybe me, ry, a mystery. Lomax he ULE to soiled was will be BouGHTON:—I Ct the or Thursday al all right Lean easily money, id I enoraut ot this eo to the hospital JOSH at the hotel identify the must have my rather strange in cash only MALL.” boy Ol al are no use t Sli jinks!’?? shouted Le in amazement . Urry, an springing it be possi- ‘Can what be possible?’’ asked Bruin, in wonder ‘‘See that signature? Joshua Small.’ ‘Well, I think that?’ ‘Didn’t I once tell y was the man J was working out of the hospital? ‘Come to think ‘Th is. letter by him,’’ went [’ll bet a new hat it t Li { Jomplete, be but what of SO myself ; for after 1b, sent I believe you did.”’ Larry, excitedly. refers to me, and so does The first letter is yma to Boughton, stating that Small is coming to see him about me, and this states he is coming, on to identify me. But what about plenty of cash?’’ and Larry’s brow grew more perplexed than ever. ‘‘The letter states you are ignorant of something,’’ replied Howard Bruin, with deep interest. ‘‘That is—if you are the per- son meant.”’ ‘‘T am ignorant of my past life,’’ said the boy, bitterly. ‘‘Who knows but what Small has discovered something—there, I have it! Why in the world didn’t I think of it fore?’’ As Larry spoke, he struck a fist in his open hand, and his face brightened up won- derfully. ‘“‘Have what? It to me you making lots of discoveries just now.’’ ‘‘So Tam. Do you remember me that I thought I had seen Pete Lomax before? have him Well, I am right. | He called on Joshua Small two or three much of him, but I times. I did not saw enough to remember his face, now that it is brought back to my mind.’’ ‘*Then he and this Small must be in league in some way.’’ ‘Yes. and this Boughton is in with them, too. I said Small was a very mean but I must say, I never thought him honest. ”’ ‘It looks to me as if his secret to Boughton observed the artist, he wouldn’t set a price worth something.”’ ‘It’s certainly a puzzle, I’m dead sure I am the that makes it all the we catch the robbers.’ ‘‘Well, we have spent too much time over the letters,’’ said the artist, springing up. ‘¢‘Gome, we will finish our search without delay.’’ They repaired again in the of on hat ite * letter. seems seen before see dis- he was going to sell for a certain price,’’ thoughtfully. ‘‘Now, unless the secret was Mr. Bruin, but boy mentioned, and more important that to the old mill, and the next half hour, went over every portion of the upper part of the structure carefully. Nothing of importance came to light, and soon after they set’ out on their return to where the “horse and wagon had been left standing. ‘‘Can it be possible that Joshua Small can have had anything to do with the robbery?”’ questioned Howard Bruin, as they pushed along the half-obliterated pathway. ‘T hardly think that, sir,’’ replied Larry. ‘‘There were only two seals on the bag, if you remember. I[ think that proves that there were only two concerned in the rob- bery.”’ ‘That is true, I-had forgotten about: the seals. I rather imagine Justice taum will be astonished when he hears of our find.’ ‘*T am anxious to learn if those papers are in the bag. If they are not n Larry came to a sudden stop, and both he and Howard Bruin looked at each other in dismay. They had discovered that the horse and wagon had disappeared. course CHAPTER XXXI. ON THE ROAD ONCE MORE. ONE!’ The word sprang from the lips of Larry and Howard Bruin simul- taneously. The horse and wagon were gone, the turn-out the bag of stolen plate. ‘*Who could have taken it?’’ asked Howard Bruin. ‘‘Lomax or Boughton?”’ ‘*Both, most likely,’’ said Larry, bitterly. ‘*How foolish we were to leave it here un- guarded.’ ‘‘Perhaps the horse got loose, and wan- and with to | n dressed lumber. j he | get | before | in Carwell to see | °| Larry, to | Howard | it would | uu that Joshua Small } I got | to Luke Boughton | ‘And | from | be- | are | saying | man, | CroOoOD | dered away \the artist, hoping nake an inspection.’’ This easily about soft and full some the nized. ‘These are the same foot-prints which led up to the cave. Beyond a doubt, and Boughton have stolen your turn-out made off with it.’’ ‘If they did that watching us all the wl excitedly. ‘True; and now they again have | of stolen stuff in their possession. ’’ | Both wondered how long the turn-out | | been gone,@nd what direction the | had taken. | ‘¢‘One thing is certain, it won’t do to |time here; we must be after them,’’ decidedly. ‘‘Come on as far |road. We may find some clew there So on as far as the main road they On looking up and down as far the eye | comd all was deserted. But presently, from a distance, a farmer’s wagon h | into sight. On the As he came opposite of - his own accor against hope. The foot prints keen-evyed bi was done was of these ol yy soon recog Lomax and bee arti have the they must ile!’ cried criea sn the iad thieves waste said as the went. S00; 5 ve seat was an old man, half asleep. to them, Larry hailed Lami: and asked him if he had seen anything |of Howard Bruin’s turn-out, describing the horse and wagon at the same time. The old farmer shook his head. ‘‘Didn’t pass no wagon ’ceptin’ |gor’s, with a load feed on,’’ You see, thar an’t much travelin’ these parts, nohow.”’ ‘Then will you take us with you for a short distance?’’ broke in Howard Bruin, eagerly. ‘‘I-am after a couple of chaps who stole my horse and wagon. I will pay you | well for your trouble.’’ ‘*Gosh! so they stole your “Nese ‘“Then hop in and we’ll spin after don’t want no pay, Mr. Bruin.’ ‘¢Ah, you know me, I see.’’ ‘Ye-as. I’m old Dick Andrews, well. Don’t you remember me an’ | ness trade ’bout a year ago?’’ “Oh, yes; you got the “best of the | too,’’? and the artist smiled faintly. ‘Ha! ha! I ruther think I did!’’ roared |\the old farmer. ‘‘So lI can afford to tote | you two along fer nuthin’, can’t 1? Hop in lan’ we’ll be off.’’ Howard Bruin and Larry needed no second invitation. They sprang up beside old Dick Andrews, who at once whipped up his horse rather a fine looking animal—and away they went. The old farmer wished to oy all the particulars of the theft of the wagon, but | the artist told him no more than was actually | necessary under the circumstances. ‘Tf they came this way, they might {turned off at a number of places,’’ | Larry. ‘‘That’s so, boy,’’ said Dick ‘But it an’t likely they would leave the |main road unless they was putty well ac- | quainted with the country roundabout.”’ ‘‘Where are you bound?’’ put in Howard | Bruin, his eyes on all the side roads that | were passed. ‘‘T’m goin’ straight to Carwell, farmer’s reply. ‘‘T have an idea,’’ said the artist, to Larry. ‘‘Supposing you keep on to Carwell, and I drop off at the next cross-roads and begin investigation along the way. If we separate, our chances of finding them will be just doubled.’ ‘*T am willing, sir, but afraid to tackle them alone?”’ ‘If I find they look dangerous, I will sim ply keep my eye on them until I can sum mon help. Here we are at the cross-road to Landsdown. . Good-by!”’ The artist sprang down, and the next mo- ment was striding down the cross-road with rapid steps. ‘*He’s a fine Joel Ban he said. done in ? oO team, eh?’’ ’em, of Car- that har- trade, have said Andrews. was the won’t you be feller,’’ observed old Dick more. ag’in.”’ ‘*T don’t know if the drive into Carwell,’’ said Larry. might as well go there as anywhere. absence of clews, it’s as well to one direction as in another.’’ On and on the farm wagon rattled, finally the outskirts of and soon the pretty white church— In the set out in Carwell appeared, the first entered on the main street. ‘*You’re having high old times here,’ marked idle men mind that car-shops. ‘¢Ve-as, finer’n we want ’em,’’ growled the old farmer. ‘‘Fust thing we know the car-shop people and their workmen will have a pitched battle, an’ then there won’t be no tellin’ where the matter will end. I tell you, I wish the matter was settled, bless me if I don’t.’’ ‘*Who is to blame in the matter?’’ ‘Both sides. The firm is meaner’n dirt, and' the workmen want the earth, to put it short. 'Say, where do you want to go?”’ ‘“You may as well set me down here.’’ ‘¢Can’t I help you no more?’’ ‘¢*T don’t think you can, thank you.”’ Larry, as the sight of a group of standing on a corner put him in a strike was in progress at. the n right Andrews, as he whipped up his horse, once | ‘‘T hope he gits thet rig o’ his back | thieves would dare | ‘*But [| until } building on the road—was passed, and they | re- | NEWwsS. and Dick , which two then separated, off toward his i ide of the noticed about home town. the him that men curiou on his guar void any eyed But he kept ing passe sd along sol if possible, to ay Ww ith the strikers. iis back again?’’ resently,; and Larry { boy who had before Yes,” returned Larry, “Did you cateh that fellow you were after yeste may ? ‘No, I did not. I am again. I have an idea he ¢ well, in a wagon, with another ‘When?”’ ‘Just a while ‘There were a couple through only half an hour ago. ‘What kind of a horse did they hz ‘A white and gray, and the wagon and yellow be Ly me ‘That’s the rig!’’ cried didn’t notice the two men?”’ ‘I believe one of them had a red beard.’’ ‘Those are the chaps Iam after. Where did they go? ‘Went up the road past the ca ‘In that direction?’’ ‘Yes. But, hold up!” Larry by the arm. ‘What’s the matter now?’’ ‘You had better not go that way.’’ ‘““Why not?”’ ‘There is a gang of and they mean trouble. if you oO." ‘But I’m not matter, I’ll give not.’’ The other smiled. Now that he with Larry, he did not appear half so tou formerly, and, indeed, his manner speech was very much modified. ‘Well, I believe you, but some of won’t, they’re so worked up over this culty.’’ ‘See here !’’ exclaimed Larry, as a sudden thought struck him. ‘‘Can’t you come with me and explain matters if they stop me? I want to catch those thieves, and if I do, I’ll promise that you shall be well paid for the trouble you take in my behalf.’’ ‘I will do that, sure as my name is Nick Dennitt. What’s your handle?’’ ‘Larry Curly.”’ ‘All right, Larry; where that wagon went.’ Nick Dennitt started street, when suddenly Larry « the shoulder. ‘‘Wait a minute, I want to get out of way!’’ he exclaimed. ‘‘I don’t want man across the way to see me!’’ The man Larry referred to had just put into appearance around an opposite corner. It was the boy’s former employer, Small! unnecessary called a voice found the s spe tackled him coolly, on weaker d Hi p I le hors for him to Car looking back man.’ same ago of men passed lve: had a red ‘You T ope Larry. r-shops ? and the boy caught there, hurt strikers You will up get this I’m here to interfere in you my word of honor was alone gh as of "em diffi come on, I’ll show to walk dovu caught hi the CHAPTER XXXII. A LIVELY MEETING > S soon as he caught sight of Joshua | Larry jumped out of sight | Nick | Small, . behind a tree, and instinctively, ++ Dennitt followed suit. ‘‘What’s. the matter with that man?’’ | asked the big boy. ‘‘He an’t one of them | men you’re after, is he?’’ ‘He’s not one of the two, I am after, nevertheless,’’ replied Larry, he kept his keen eyes fixed on ments of his former employer. ‘*‘Seems to me you are after most every one in town,’’ remarked Nick Dennitt, piciously. ‘‘Hardly,’’ laughed after that man after the others.’’ ‘*Well, why don’t | him?’’ ‘T want to watch him, goes.’’ By this time Joshua Small had passed the corner, and was making his way down a somewhat deserted side street. He walked | along rather slowly, as one unaccustomed to the locality, and fearful of making some | mistake. “I’m going to follow him,’ the big boy. just now.’’ ‘You ward??? ) ‘Il won’t forget you, Nick. | quarter in the meantime.’’ Nick Dennitt pounced on the piece of silver Larry fished from his pocket; and then the two separated. Making sure that he was not seen, Larry cautiously left his hiding-place, and followed Joshua Small along the side street. After walking a distance of several hun- dred feet, the man turned into an irregular lane, which ran-down to the river bank. Here were situated a number of storehouses belonging to the car company, and beyond them was a brick building, which had, in former years, done duty as a varnish works. Joshua Small paused in front of the brick building, and gazed suspiciously along the lane and up and down the river bank. Larry at once sprang out of sight behind a pile of rubbish, and he was not seen as the move- sus Larry. ‘“‘But I’m sure—almost more so than zo out you’ g and meet he and see where said Larry to ‘‘T won’t want your services won’t,. eh? How about that re- And here is a as 1, re- | to | that | Joshua | but Halk a man 3S7O7 another moment, Joshua Small had 1d open the door of the deserted varnish 5 ae entered the building. t the door ope : behind him, and at thought of following him inside. But while the boy was deliberating, Joshua Small came to the and looked up the lane dine shag tee fe Seeing one, he came off toward the river. is waiting for Lomax and Boughton,’’ Larry. ‘‘This was to be the meet- I'll wait and what happens He le | first, pat we door again, out, and walked ‘*He thought see Nearly five minutes passed. Joshua Small, after walking to the water’s edge, came back slowly. Larry watched him closely, and at last saw the man’s face brighten. Then Joshua Small emitted a short, whistle Almost immediately, came back an an swering whistle from up the lane, and Pete Lomax appeared in sight. With swift the robber and shook Joshua Small by the hand. ‘Been waiting long?’’ he asked. ‘Have I??? exclaimed Joshua Small. ‘‘I’ve been in town since early mérning I waited at the hotel till I was tired.’ ‘Come on in the varnish works.’ ‘Can’t we walk around? It don’t smell very well in there.’’ ‘Can’t help it, Josh. | seen around here.”’ ‘Been up to some of your tricks, eh?’ ‘Never mind; I don’t want to be that’s all.”’ ‘Certainly, certainly,’’ Small, nervously. ‘‘I’ll go in if you say so.”’ Pete Lomax led the way, and the pair passed out of Larry’s sight and hearing. The boy was undecided “what to do, but only for an instant. Then he made a detour, and came up in the rear of the building. Here were a number of iron shutters. They were rusty from age, and several stood partly y open. Climbing up ona handy pile of railroad ties, Larry peered into the nearest window. All was dark inside, and he realized at once that this was a different apartment from the one Lomax and his former em- ployer had entered. ‘‘1°]) venture it,’’? said: Larry, to himself, and climbing between the iron shutters, he lowered himself inside the building. He m sane no noise, and as’soon as he struck he floor listened, intently. He heard the sete} of voices from close |at hand, and was able, presently, to dis- tinguish what was a a said. ‘‘But ten thousand dollars is a pile of |money, Josh,’’ came, to his ears, in Lomax’s voic e. ‘That’s so, l shrill steps, approached, I don’t want to be seen, returned Joshua 1€ h I know it,’’ returned Joshua |Small. ‘‘But jess see what you and Bough- | ton mean to make out of it.’’ | ‘*We may not make anything out of it.’ Joshua Small gave a contemptuous laugh. ‘‘T an’t worried about it,’’ he said. ‘‘You jand Boughton wouldn’t go into it at all un- less you were pretty sure of what you were doing. t? “Yes, but matters have changed since we saw you last, Josh—changed for ‘the worse.’’ “How?’’ ‘Well, I don’t care to say—but this much I will say; it will be ten times harder for us to make the deal now than it would have | bee an to have done it a couple of weeks ago. a hat an’t my fault.’ ‘T don’t say it is—but if we’ve got to pay you too much, pe rhaps we would rather | drop the matter. At this juncture, |side, and both | Small sprang to coming. The new arrival was Luke Boughton. He breathed heavily, and was dripping with perspiration. ‘Confound this there was a-noise out- Pete Lomax and Joshua the door to see who was strike!’?’ he exclaimed. ‘The car-shop hands watch a fellow like a cat watches a mouse. I don’ t know whether I’ve been. followed or not.’ ‘Ts it safe?’’ questioned Lomax, signifi- ‘And the horse and wagon?’’ ‘All O. K.’’? Luke Boughton shook hands with Joshua Small, ‘‘On hand, : see.’? ‘Yes, and ready for business.’ “We ll, we can ’¢ do business here, Small.’’ ‘Why not?’ ‘On account of the strike, which has upset the whole town, and—on account of another matter.’’ ‘‘But where shall we’ go?’’ questioned Joshua Small, considerably disturbed. ‘*Look here, supposing we separate, to meet in Chicago, one week from to- day. 3elieve me, that will be best for all hands. As affairs stand now, Pete and I cannot push matters. An’t that so, Pete?’’ : eo xactly so.”’ 3ut I don’t feel like going to Chicago,’ cai xd Larry’s former employer, ‘‘T eck to be back to New York Stata now.’’ ‘Well, but——’’ began Boughton. is that?’’ He asked the question hurriedly, as a loud shouting from outside reached their ears. All three of the men rushed to the door. ‘A fight among the strikers and the new hands!’’ exclaimed Pete Lomax. ‘‘Look at the sticks and stones fly! Somebody will be killed soon!’ ‘*What ‘They are Joshua Small. do not wish to ‘¢We’ ll the door,’’ riedly. ‘‘Come on He ran to Larry had no time to retreat. ‘By Jove! ’? howled the robl ‘What’s that?’’ questioned was directly behind him ‘‘Here’s the boy who f mill} !?’ ‘‘A boy?’’ said crowded into the door behind him. he fairly shouted ‘‘Yes, Mr. Small coolly as he could Lomax and Bou significantly. i the boy?’’ questioned the turning to Joshua Small. ‘ Yes hall do up in this row.’’ and bolt next roc , Boughton hur Luke quicl k door and ym get into tne returned the threw it open. VY ; You Lomax, who lowed us to the he the Joshua Small as room, and ‘*Well, by gur slammed ; n! the as returned ohton looked at each other, he latter. muttered Bough a good deal. L’ll be hanged !’’ ton; and his words meant (TO BE CONTINUED.) <-><¢-o [This Story Will Not be Published in Book-Form, } TOM TROXTON'S OCEAN TRIP : THE ISLAND OF PALMS. BY HARVEY HICKS, Author of “Mat Truxton’s Schooldays,”’ Merriman Abroad,’ “Tom ele. ed all [**TOM TRUXTON’S OCEAN TRIP” in No. Back numbers can News Agents. ] was comment be obtained of CHAPTER YACHT XXXVI. THE IS RECAPTURED. MHE breaking of his oar at such a criti 2 cal moment almost caused Tom to ery | with vexation and disappointment. | The suddenness of the catastrophe had sent him reeling against throwing the latter upon bottom of the cutter. 30th recovered their positions at ry the us of wood overboard, Tom drew his revolver, and said, grimly: “We've got to risk it now. Just steady the boat while I take aim. Our only chance is to hit one of those scoundrels.’’ It was a situation to try the hand of a better marksman than our hero. The cutter was wobbling about from wave to wave in such a manner that a sure aim was impos sible. ¢ : ‘It’s trusting to luck,’’ said Chester, gravely. ‘‘ You have six shots left. 1 would | fire five, and reserve one in case they should turn on us.”’ Crouching near the middle, Tom rested the barrel of the weapon upon his left arm, and, | after a brief pause, pulled the trigger. He | had aimed at the sailor in the after part of | the boat. The sharp report of the pistol was instantly | followed by a cry of. agony. The man spun | around, and fell prostrate across the gun wale, the force of his fall almost capsizing | the craft. ‘*By cricky! you have hit him!’’ Chester. ‘‘That was a splendid shot.’ Suddenly, to the surprise of both, the man staggered to his feet, and attempted to seize | the oar he had dropped. His mate had | ceased rowing shock in the Gage, the his back former once. Tossing eless piece eried for the moment, but he now | commenced paddling toward the oncoming | yacht. ‘‘I must have barely grazed him,’’ said | Tom. ‘*It has had sonie effect, though. Row away, Chester; cover as much space as you can while I try to frighten them.”’’ Gage began rowing, using his oar on alter- | nate sides, and Tom shouted to the sailors to | stop or he’would fire again. For the pur- | pose of. emphasizing his command, he stood | up, and pretended to take a careful aim. The maneuver had immediate effect. Evi- | dently believing that he could shoot them | without any trouble, the sailors held up| their hands, as a token of surrender. A faint cheer came to the lad’s ears from shore. It was evident the party on the dis tant beach were watching their progress | with anxious eyes. A voice, hoarse with | passion, came from the yacht: **Come on, ye blamed fools!’’ it said. ‘*Don’t let ’°«m catch ye. Wot air ye afraid of? He can’t hit ye at that distance.’’ But the men in the cutter had had a plentiful experience. What was really a| chance shot, seemed to them the effort of an expert marksman, and they had no liking for further risk. Under Chester’s skillful guidance, the one oared cutter slowly approached the one.con taining the surrendering sailors. It was tedious work propelling the heavy craft, but the distance was finally covered. ‘*Now, you men,’’ said Tom, flourishing his revolver, as a token of his authority, ‘*T want you to understand that I have the drop on you, and if my order$ are not obeyed on the instant there will be trouble.’’ d ; | tre | the wind Night | securing a specimen | dropping astern so obviously that | pursuit, now cesture tet mate—made a iulacrity that Che It was plainly evi ch mile. dent desire anv more proof of our | ro’s skill w h a pistol. those spare oars,’’ com |} up to the ved Now, row back ‘an. Chester while I keep Lew Insté yacht as quickly | as you < ollow close behind | them \ alongside the EK | : climbed moments | both boats The tne ra ater, were leader promptl rang way He Bill Watkins and the other sailor sul waiting him near the mainmast. would have tried to escape ul they handled the craft That an at we by the ,as xplorer oung over foun: : ; : lenly They have had been could made the running rigging to berate them for their sternly bade them make sail Gage was stationed at the who had slight scratch on his cranium tempt proven appearance ol Not acneryv,. island and the only received a placed at the The bark was and more stopping om for the w hee wounded sailor malin tack. | still bowling down before | had now not than a mile had great confidence ies of: his craft, and reached a distance : the yacht. | from in felt of Tom qualit alarm After getting spread, he joined The young steers man was stamping around the wheel in an effort to counteract the extreme cold, which | had been greatly augmented by his wet | clothes , 2 ‘‘ Jump down into the cabin and see if you can’t find a change,’’ suggested Tom. ‘*Pll steer while you are gone. Look up some thing for me also. I have just begun to feel the weather myself.’’ Chester in running a couple of suits and heavy coats. After they | donned them, each felt far more comfort able. It was only the sturdy constitution of the boys that permitted them to pass through such an exposure without serious results. The superior speed of the yacht now became manifest. She soon increased the space be tween her and the bark, and continued to gain steadily. The four seamen speedily ob the but sailing little every possible inch of sail Gage. £ succeeded across | served it, and their mutterings of disappoint ment were heard by Tom and his chum. the eTlm not [ guess they rather depended upon Hawk,’’ said the former, with a smile. ‘‘In all probability, they would have surrendered so easily otiherwise.’’ ‘‘What is your plan? To keep on sailing around the island?’’ ; ‘‘No, we’ll run up within easy gun-shot of the beach, and then you can take two of the men and row ashore for reinforcements and | weapons. ’ ) ‘*What then? Are you going to chase the bark if she comes very near?’’ ‘*No, siree!’’ replied Tom, emphatically. ‘tT have had enough of fighting for a while, and I don’t to look for any more. If they leave us alone, we will embark, all hands and the stores, and start for Cape Town this very day.’’ ‘That suits me.’’ } ‘‘There isn’t any use remaining here a day | The has succeeded in | of his onion; we have discovered the treasure,’’ here Tom smiled, | ‘fand the yacht is quite ready to make the | trip.’’ % | ‘*T would like to take that old wreck along | and exhibit in New York. I’ll bet a dog we could charge a dollar a head admission,’’ said | Chester, practically. “‘Just fancy the ro-| mantic story that could be given the news- | papers as an advertisement. ’’ ‘‘The main reason why I wish to leave | these latitudes because of Violet. She | : } pr pr Se longer. professor is has borne up nobly, but I don’t fancy she is very comfortable.’ ‘*Nor Mary Ann,’’ added Gage, with a isly grin. ‘‘That poor woman is also delicate } and——”’ Tom had hurried forward to : his chaffing. Meanwhile, the yacht had been steadily drawing nearer the island. On the beach were still gathered Captain Brett and the rest. They had cheered themselves into a state of hoarseness, and now stood await ing the coming of the recaptured craft. The bark had not changed her course, a fact Tom viewed -with surprise. She was | he had board would give up the | But escape | thought those on ‘fl am afraid they intend to give us battle, anyway,’’ he said to Gage. ‘It certainly looks like it. I guess they are desperate now, and will risk anything to get that treasure, which, you know, they still think is on the island.’’ Tom’s attention was suddenly called to the weather by a heavy gust of wind, which sent the Explorer heeling over to leeward. Glancing up, he saw that the sky had be come overcast from horizon to horizon. [This Story Will Not be Published in Bodk-Form. | A YOUNG FREE LANGE: OR, IN SIAM WITH THE FOREIGN LEGION. By ENRIQUE H. LEWIS, Author of “The King of the Istand,” ‘Left in Chicago,” etc. ® (“A Younc Fret Lance” was commenced in No. 225. Back numbers can be obtained of all News Agents. ] nitehnte CHAPTER XXII. HOW THE FARMERS PAID TRIBUTE TO SUPER- STITION. , TA) ESLIE thought his last hour had come dl ~) when he was forced to the ground by <>; Murphy and threatened with the lat- G-~ ter’s knife. The revulsion of feeling when he found the assassin wrested from him was so great that he simply remained prostrate, making no attempt to arise. The inaction was speedily changed, how- ever. While he was lying upon his back, vaguely staring at several dark forms flit- ting around him, he heard a familiar voice say: “Give it tew them, Charlie! Run the tarnation scamps tew cover. Go it, Frenchy ; catch thet other feller! Don’t let him git away !’? 5 With a bound, Leslie regained his feet, and a/second later he was violently shaking hands with honest Silas Horn, ‘‘By George! you turned up justin the nick of time, old man,’’ he said. ‘‘How on earth did you happen to be around here?’’ ‘‘Time fur the story when we git through with them scoundrels,’’ hastily replied the Yankee. ‘‘Dew yeou look after Rama while we chase them fellers. Don’t stir from here until we come back.’’ He was gone before Leslie had an oppor- tunity to expostulate. There was great danger that the uproar had alarmed the out picket, in which case a sortie of troops would be made from the camp. Groping about in the darkness, our hero stumbled across a body. Stooping down, he ‘saw that it was the lifeless body of the ’ Trishman, Murphy. Silas Horn’s strong arm ~ had done its work effectively. A few feet away, Leslie found Rama lying prone and still, at the foot of a mangrove tree. At first he thought the youth was dead, but to his great joy, he felt his heart beating strongly. ‘The poor fellow is only stunned,’’ he murmured. ‘‘He will soon recover.’’ Even as he spoke, Rama moved restlessly and sighed. A moment later, he struggled to his feet, muttering, confusedly; in Siam- ese. A few words hastily uttered acquainted him with the situation. Just then the report of a gun in the dis- tance proclaimed that the seitries lad taken alarm. Then immediately following came the muffled roll of drums, and another shot. ‘*We must follow Silas and Charlie;’’ ex- claimed Leslie. ‘‘Confound it! they have chased those scoundrels clear to the edge of the camp.’’ ‘‘Some one come now. ' brush.”’ Uncertain as to the identity of the ap- roaching persons, they crouched behind a arge bush. The precaution was unnecéssary, however, as Charlie’s ¢heery voice was pres- ently heard, calling out for Leslie. An answering cry guided them to the proper place. During the past few moments, a grayish light had crept into being. It sig- nified the nearing of dawn. Objects that had been vailed in the obscurity of darkness “now became dimly visible, and by the un- certain light, Leslie saw that Charlie and Silas were not alone. He speedily recognized the third person. It was none other than Jean Bousson, the marine. The honest fellow advanced with a smile, and held out his hand. ‘Tam glad that you are not wounded,”’ he said. ‘‘I tried hard to warn your com- rades in time, but we came near being too ‘late.’’ f ' ‘ ‘‘Tt was you, then, who brought Silas and I hear noise in ? Captain Brett threw himself upon the | our danger.’’ | NEwsS. 3709 Charlie to our assistance,’’ Leslie replied, : gratefully. ‘‘I see it all now. You slipped | away from the camp and warned them of | ‘*Yes; Murphy came to me and said that | | I was to go with them on an expedition,’’ | explained Jean. ‘‘He said we were to lead | the prisoners outside, and, if I obeyed cer- tain orders, I would be paid a lot of money. | [ asked him if you were to be set free, but | he only laughed. He finally told me to bring a sharp knife, but no fire-arms.’’ ‘‘The tarnation scoundrel!’’ exclaimed Silas. ‘‘He has met his just deserts,’’ replied | Leslie, solemnly. ‘‘He is dead, then. Iam glad tew hear it.’’ ‘‘Tt’s a pity the others got away,’’ added Charlie. ‘‘T was to meet them in the guard-tent,’’ | continued the marine, ‘‘but long before the | time specified, I was looking for your com- | rades in the forest here. Fortunately, I | found them without much trouble, and we | started for a place where I thought Murphy | would bring you. We looked a long time, | and were almost discouraged when we heard the sounds of a struggle. The rest you know. I have shown you that Jean Bousson can re- pay aservice. I must now return to the| camp.’’ | ‘‘We better leave plenty quick,’’ spoke up | Rama. ‘‘Soldiers come soon.’’ | After thanking the honest marine for his | friendly actions, Leslie and his companions | bade him farewell, and hastily left the | vicinity of the camp. Daylight had grown apace, and the hour would soon arrive when | the country roads and by-ways would again be populated. ‘‘Dew yeou think thet our disguise is suffi- cient, Rama?’’ asked Silas, while they were hurrying through the forest. The youth eyed him critically, and then | replied in the affirmative. ‘¢We all same as yogis,’’ he said. Then he} added, with a chuckle: ‘‘More so now, as we plenty dirty.”’ ; . ‘Tf that is the sign of a genuine holy man | of magic, then I am well up in the order,”’ said Charlie, glancing at his grimy hands. ‘‘But, by the way, isn’t it near breakfast time?’’ ‘‘ Yogis don’t eat more than once a week,”’ replied Leslie, with pretended gravity. *‘We had our meal yesterday.’’ ‘‘What in tarnation air yeou dewing, younker?’’ suddenly asked Silas, seeing that Charlie had halted, and was preparing to doff his yogi costume. ‘‘T an’t going to be a blamed old yogi if that is the case,’’ replied the lad, grinning. ‘‘T’d rather take my chances as a foreigner, and have a full stomach.’’ ‘Quit your fooling, and come on, or we'll leave yeou tew them soldiers back there,’’ exclaimed the Yankee, rather crossly. ‘‘We an’t got no time to monkey. We’re on dangerous ground, and will be until we git into the interior.”’ ‘‘T know small village where we may get something to eat;’’ remarked Rama, medi- tatively. ‘‘They no like holy men, but we scare them plenty, and they give us rice.”’ ‘‘Humph! always rice!’’? grumbled the irrepressible Charlie, curling his nose. ‘‘We will get to be regular Chinamen by and by, and have pig-tails and slant eyes.’’ ‘“You can have dogif you like,’’ slyly suggested our hero. At that the lad had nothing further to. say, remaining silent during the balance of the trip. Asa measure of precaution, the ie shunned the public roads, and, led a | ama, followed unfrequented paths through | the forest. | At last, the native youth stated that they | were near the village in question. Bidding them wait, he slipped away to see if it) would be safe to venture forth. He was, gone but a few moments, and brought word | that he had found an outlying farm, where | a small supply of food might be procured. ‘*You watch me and act like I do,’’ he said, as they prepared to follow him. ‘‘Keep face well covered, and moan all time like you sick. Every little while yell ‘P’hra uddh, the Chow sap mot!’ and beat your hands together. I do all talking.’’ ‘‘What was that you wanted us to say?’’ asked Charlie, curiously. Rama repeated the. words, and explained that it was a short Siamese prayer, used as a request for aid by the wandering yogis. In a few moments, all three had. learned it sufficiently well to pass muster. Rama placed his companions in single file, and with himself at the head, marched slowly toward a collection of farm buildings, situated just beyond the edge of the forest. All of the little party began to raise their voices in lamentations and beat their breasts in the most approved style. The unearthly sound speedily drew several natives from the nearest house. On seeing the supposed yogis they tossed up their arms, in evident consternation, and turned as. if to run. Hurrying forward, Rama began a very credible imitation of the dance Leslie had seen in front of the caves of the holy men. As if drawn by an irresistible will, the natives gathered around the gyrating youth, and soon commenced to yield to their super-’ 1 stitious fears. One by one they prostrated | themselves, until all were lying prone at the , feet of the supposed’ yogi. |one about four miles over there, but he | | few feet above the level of the water. | | Leslie and his comrades settled themselves 'marked Charlie, devouring a huge lump of - them in heaps near the entrance. * tama suddenly brought his dance to a close, and spoke a few words, in a command- ing voice. Two of the farmers instantly crawled to the house and disappeared with- in, presently returning with several earthen | bowls of cooked rice anda loaf of dark | bread. : | ‘‘You take them while I give magic to these fools,’’ said the native youth, con- temptuously. ‘‘I make charms now for their cattle, and tell whether they have good crops or not.’’ ‘‘Cut it short, youngster,”’ ‘We air still tew near the camp fort.’ ‘‘How you like to take good sleep?’’ sud- denly asked Rama, after a moment of con- | abandoned themselves to blissful rest. versation with the farmers. ‘‘I asked this| Silas was the first to awaken. He had man if yogi cave around here, and he say | been dreaming of some hard-fought battle, and the exciting recollection caused*him to spring erect, with a hoarse cry. It was sev- | eral seconds before he realized where he was. ‘“‘It is a very good idea,’’ promptly re-| ,‘‘Humph! Mr. Horn, yeou air a fool,’’ plied Leslie. ‘‘I confess I am nearly dead.) he muttered, stretching his arms. ‘‘ Because for sleep.’’ |times are peaceful-like now, yeou must be ‘‘We will go there, then,’’ concluded the | raking up them good old scraps in South Yankee. ‘‘Better tell these fellers we air| Africa. By gum! we have snoozed a long bound the other way, though.”’ |time. It’s plum dark.’’ ‘‘T do that for sure,’’ answered the native} In attempting to walk to the entrance, youth, significantly. ‘‘I see these men look | he kicked against some soft object. He was at you as if they no certain you yogis or | instantly grasped by the legs, and nearly not. I tell them we go to Bangkok right| pitched headlong into the slanting wall of away.’ | the cave. After performing a few more peculiar| ‘‘Hold up there!’’ Silas cried. maneuvers, Rama gave the signal to leave. | earth air yeou doing?”’ He glanced back several times, as if suspi-| ‘‘Oh! is it you?’’ asked a sleepy voice. cious, but seeing nothing alarming, he finally | ‘‘I thought that the Kamnan was_ trying to concluded that little was to be feared from | walk upon me. What time is it, Silas?’’ that quarter. | ‘*Blamed if I know. Guess it’s purty late, Guided by him, the party walked almost! as it is after dark. Here, yeou other young- a mile toward Bangkok, and then struck | sters, wake up and pay for your lodging.’” through the woods in an easterly direction. | Leslie and Rama bestirred themselves at A couple of hours after leaving the farm- | once. house, they reached a small stream running| ‘‘By George! we must have slept like between high bluffs. tops,’’ exclaimed the former. ‘‘It was only After a short search, Rama found the*en-|an hour after daybreak when we came here, trance of a cave, which he declared was the | and now it must be eight o’clock at least. abode of a band of yogis. It*was a narrow | The rest has done us good, anyway.”’ opening in the side of the bluff, and only a| ‘‘What you do now?’ asked Rama. ‘Kat what we have left, and then march,’’ replied the Yankee. ‘‘Charlie, take one of them crocks and bring some fresh water. Ugh! tew think thet Silas Horn has been brought down tew drinking plain every-day ew water.’ ‘“Yeou can consider yourself tarnation I} |lucky tew git water,’’? replied the lad, surroundings approvingly. ‘‘No one here | mimicing the other’s accent. ‘‘Why, when now, and no one come. All people |I was fighting bull-dogs in Newfoundland, I around here afraid of magic men. We go in | used to drink——’’ . now and eat, then we sleep until night.’’ | ‘*Yeou mean when yeou was eating bull- The spot did seem to be entirely free from | dogs, don’t yeou?’’ interrupted Silas, with a troublesome neighbors, but if either Rama | chuckle. ‘‘Git thet water, consarn yeou.’’ or our hero, or his companions, had been| Taking one of the rice ocrocks, Charlie After a sufficient quantity had been gath- ered, four of the most skillful of the natives proceeded to wall up the opening to the cave. The work was carried on in great haste, and within a half-hour, the irregular crevice was completely blocked. Not satisfied with this, the leader had other masses of rock brought and heaped up against the new-made wall. Then, with many uncouth expressions of triumph, the mob withdrew to the opposite bank, where | they made merry with drinking and eating Silas. | for several hours. com-| Meantime, Leslie and his comrades slept ithe sleep of the just. Exhausted by the | many adventures of the preceding days, they said for 3.3 t’ink no holy men there now. We can go| and have rest; no one bother us.’’ ‘*What on CHAPTER XXIII. HOW THE PARTY WAS TRAPPED. T’INK this make ery good place for rest,’’ said the native youth, eying the | ‘enabled to see beyond the bluff facing the \started toward thé eutrance. The interior cave, they would have observed three or four crouching figures, suspiciously like the farmers they had recently left. Step by step they advanced, evidently fol- lowing the foot-prints of the supposed yogis. Finally reaching the bank of the stream, they peered down at the party, saw them enter the cave, then leaving one of their number as guard, the others hastened away. All unconscious of the impending danger, of the cave was so dark that he was com- pelled to feel his way: along the wall. : It was not more than twenty steps from where they had been sleeping to the open- ing, but Charlie covered that distance with- out discovering the crevice leading to the river. He groped from side to side for a mo- ment, then thinking that he had walked in the wrong direction, he retraced his steps. ‘‘Got the water?’’ asked Leslie. ‘*No; I can’t find the entrance. must be the other way.’’ “No it an’t,’’. said the Yankee. went right, I’ll bet a doughnut.’’ “Well, I can’t find it. There is nothing except a bare wall over there.’’. or Give me thet dish. Yeou air asleep yet.’ ; Confident that the lad had blundered, Silas walked straight to where the entrance had béen. To his unbounded surprise, he brought up sharply against a stone wall. _ ‘What in thunder does this mean?’’ he ex- claimed, hastily passing his hands over the obstacle. “Did you find the entrance?’’ called out Leslie. ‘‘No; but I have found a tarnation sur- prising thing.’’ ‘What is the matter?’’ asked Charlie. ‘‘Was I right or not?’’ ‘“‘Come here, yeou fellers. Shake a leg. Something is up.’’ , Leslie and the others speedily joined him, finding the Yankee upon his knees, scraping away at some invisible object. ‘““Ry gum! there is something eternally wrong here!’? ejaculated Silas, his coolness deserting him for a moment. ‘‘Boys, we are trapped as sure as guns!’’ ae ‘“Trapped? What do you mean?’’ hurried- ly asked our hero. ‘“‘Why some skunk has built.up a wall here, and we air caged in this measly cave!’’ ‘‘Great thunder! you don’t mean it?’’ al- most shouted Charlie. ‘‘It can’t be possible. Who would do such a thing?’”’ | “Silas is right,’’ said Leslie. ‘‘T can feel the wet clay between the cracks.’’ ih comfortably in the cavern, which was a Guess it narrow, lofty apartment, running back an unknown distance into the darkness, and made a hearty meal with the rice and bread. ‘That isn’t exactly what I was accustomed to at home, but it will do at a pinch,’’ re- ‘*Veou the farinaceous grain. ‘‘Tt’s probably all you will get for some time,’’ replie | our hero. ‘‘ And yeou can consider yourself tarnation lucky tew git it now,’’? added Silas, with a snort of disgust. ‘‘Why, youngster, if yeou had been with me in the campaign against the Zulus in South Africa, yeou would have eaten ostrich feathers and drank muddy water. I remember thet one time we went a whole week on nothing but three yams and a——’’ : He was interrupted by a most emphatic snore, and turned to see, by the dim light filtering through the narrow entrance, his companions leaning against the wall of the cave sound asleep. Tired nature had asserted her rights at last. Smiling to himself, the good-natured Yankee step ‘softly to where the little stream flowed past the opening, and slaked his thirst. Before re-entering, he glanced up and down the line of bluffs, but failed to see two beady eyes peering down at him from almost directly overhead. Still unsuspicious of the gathering peril, Silas rejoined his compan- ions, and was soon wrapped in slumber. The hours sped by, and still the tired party slept. Eleven o’clock, twelve o’clock came, | and then shortly after mid-day, a score of figures crept down from the surrounding bluffs, and massed themselves in front of the entrance to the cave. Some were armed with short creeses, while others bore weird-looking , images, made from yellow clay. These latter were placed upright, directly without the opening. One of the natives—the farmer from whom Rama had claimed tribute—seemed to be the | leader of the mob. At his direction, given ' with silent gestures, the others brought| ™ pieces of stone from the bluffs, and placed CHAPTER XXIV... HOW HOPE FAILED, AND A DISCOVERY WAS _ MADE. ; S yet, Rama, the native youth, had not spoken. He had followed Leslie and Charlie when Silas had called © ‘a them, but while the others were hastily examining the newly-discovered wall, he stood back a few paces, with folded arms. \ ‘ 3710 ast, our he blocking of Noti ing his silence at if he could explain the trance. ‘Yes, I know very well,”’ reply. ‘*Who done this, what reason?’’ ‘*It happens people afraid of yogi. ‘J } ; nOole was the calm Rama? And for ; nas plenty t in Siam. All ‘hey try to cat Then they imes C shut him up like animal in so he die.’’ 10 around in horror tt Ves. rice from do this. wall.’’ the isked Leslie, to say that done this?’ mean have you here [ t’ink those farmer men we get ‘*What tarnation fools we air not tew keep | a watch!’’ cried Silas, angrily. ‘*'Ves, we plenty coincided native youth, cheerfully. ‘‘We now.’ ‘*Tt certainly does not seem to effect spirits,’’ said Charlie. weren’t in the greatest danger.’’ ‘‘Oh, yes! We in plenty danger,’’ knowledged Rama, placidly. ‘‘We no out no more. But no use cry. time. We die now.’’ ‘IT am blamed if we will. I can help it!’’ exclaimed Silas, battering the wall with a stone snatched from the ‘*Here, youngsters, lend a hand, and see if away.’’ Leslie and Charlie followed his example, and for several moments the cavern rang with the blows. Rama settled himself in a comfortable attitude, and smiled naturedly. A fatalist by birth and associations, he had concluded that his time was close at hand, and he accepted the inevitable with a natural philosophy. Presently, the others gave up their unsuccessful task, and for a brief while silence reigned in the little apartment, Each felt that the situation was alarming in the extreme. In fact, Silas, old cam- paigner that he was, knew perfectly well that their lives could be spanned by hours now. He did not give up hope, however. ‘*We air in a bad fix, boys, a mighty bad fix, but we won’t say die until we have tried every means tew git away,’’ he said, with an attempt at cheerfulness. ‘We haven’t searched the back part of the cave yet,’’ said Leslie. opening there.’’ ‘*Sometimes caves the up fools,’’ gone *¢ your ? ac get let’s have two entrances,’’ remarked Rama, taking a renewed interest | in the subject... *‘ Yogi know people do this and they prepare.’’ **Come on. Let’s look founded hole!’’ cried Charlie, through the con- impatiently. ‘‘We’ll never get out if we dilly-dally about | like this.’’ ‘‘Take your time, youngster,’’ the Yankee. ‘‘Don’t kick over them rice pots in your haste. Go slow, and carefully examine every inch of the walls. Leslie, dew yeou take one side with Rama, while me and Charlie take the other.’’ The search for a second opening was soon being actively pursued. Beginning near the closed entrance, every foot of the walls, as high as they could reach, was examined. At one time, Leslie thought he had dis- covered an exit, and his eager cries speedily brought the others to his side, but it. turned out to be a shallow crack, only extending a couple of yards. For fully an hour the little party con tinued the quest. Back and forth they groped, now on one side, then on the other, inch by inch, from the fioor level to the length of their arms over their heads—but without avail. Not the slightest sign of an opening could | be found, and at last the search was aban- doned in despair. Little was said for the time being. The numbness of disappoint- ment, and a growing horror of their impend- | ing fate caused each of them to nurse their | feelings in silence. At last, Silas Horn stumbled over to where the remains of their breakfast had been left. After a careful search, he found half a _ pot of boiled rice, and the greater part of the bread loaf, but of water, not a drop. ‘‘What are you doing?’ asked huskily. ‘‘Seeing how long the grub will last,’’ was the reply. ‘‘By skimping a good deal, we ought to live three or four days on what we have.’ ‘‘And then——’’ ‘“‘Only the good Lord above us knows, eer I don’t like tew discourage yeou, ys, but the situation is tarnation serious. Them fiends outside built a mighty solid wall, and it looks as if they made a tomb at the same time.’’ ‘*T say,’’ suddenly remarked Charlie, starting up in his eagerness. ‘‘Suppose the yogis who formerly lived here, were to re turn, wouldn’t they tear down that wall?’’ ‘*No, they run when they see it,’’ ‘replied Rama, ‘‘Anyway, farmers watch around here two, three days, maybe more.’’ ‘‘That hope is. dashed,’’. murmured lad, sadly. ‘ek little thought. when I left New York, that my quest would end ina hole in the ground,’’ said our hero, rather bitterly. ‘‘ It is pretty hard to be compelled to give up just when half your task is done.”’ Leslie, the | that | othe h him | natives | an effort, and ol They follow us and build | |; companions felt in | they !on by the hopelessness of their position. ‘You speak as if we | | Rama, and | rim All die some | Thet is, not if | did not feel the floor. | we can’t knock this tarnation obstacle | go0od- | that ‘*We may find an} | himself interposed | }addressing the midshipman CrOOD 9 replied ‘‘Then yeou did succeed in camp! Silas, listlessly. Yes, | remained turn home to There was a rs underst were asked. 1 party, and each remained thoughts Several hours passed secured vhat I was af ? All was to find Vin¢ and re to mother : break in his voice od; and lestions itt] LULLE no further q fell upon the buried in hi silence by in this manner, until finally Silas Horn aroused himself with | suggested that they partake supper ‘‘We might V we can,’’ he added, food will cheer us up, anyway.”’ ‘His words had ‘little effect None of his the mood to eat. In fact, falling into a stupor brought as well 4 few mouthfuls of were fast Leslie was brave as any youth of his age, but the idea of slowly starving to death in that hole was horrible. Neither he nor Charlie had had the peculiar training of neither could calmly face the Horseman with folded hands, and a belief that fate willed it. Charlie—poor homeless outcast, dearest friends were with him in that hour terror of the situation as did our hero. To the latter, it dashing away of the cup of triumph, and a separa ‘from a loving mother in the hour of as too Ww hose was a tion need. He had left her in poverty. Left her with the belief and hope that his journey in foreign countries would bring to her the ab sent son and affluence in her old age. Now, it was all ended. Small wonder that he gave way to despair, and walked the earthen floor of the cave in an agony of spirit. The day passed. Night came, and then another motning dawned on the outside world. 'The sun shone down on the Siamese and the French, on the rightful owners of fair land, and on the grim usurpers come with modern arms and a banner of civilization, to wrest from the simple natives their freehold of land. It shone down upon all alike, but its cheer- ful rays did not penetrate into that miserable hole beneath the bluff, where four stout hearts were beating more and more faintly. The day waned and merged into evening, For twelve long hours, our hero and his companions had not moved from the spot where they had cast themselves. At last, one of them stirred. It was Leslie. Weak, and with tottering limbs, he staggered to ward the back of the not. Gaining the rear wall, he slowly drew erect, and then a sudden change came over him. He straightened still fur ther, then, with a shrill cry of joy, fell back, cave. insensible. (TO BE CONTINUED. ) >. > BY THE DEEP NINE; OR, THE FALSE LEAD-LINE. PHILIP HEMYNG. ° BY H, watch good 5 WO bells in the afternoon had just been struck, and the ship Venus was gliding through the China Sea under all plain sail to the north- northeast, ‘Sail on the port bow !’’ man. ‘‘What is she? Can you make inquired the officer of the watch. ‘‘She’s a junk, sir,’’ answered ‘tand she looks as though she trouble.’’ ‘‘Mr. Western,’’ exclaimed the lieutenant, of the watch. ‘*Go down and report a strange sail to the captain, and fetch me my glass.”’ ‘*Ay, ay, sir,’’ replied the middy, as he disappeared. through the hatchway, and when he reappeared with the telescope, the captain was already on the bridge. **She looks like a war junk, sir,’’ observed the lieutenant, as he surveyed the stranger through his glass. ‘‘And there is no doubt that she is in distress, for she is flying her ensign half-mast high.’’ ‘*Then keep her away a couple of Mr. Musters,’’ said the captain, ‘‘and will see what she wants.’’ The watch was called to trim sails, and in a few minutes the Venus was steering toward the strange junk. As they drew nearer, they could see that she was very low in the water, and her crew, which appeared to be a large one, were making signals of distress. ‘‘She looks as though she was sinking, remarked Captain Hayes. ‘‘Call away the boats’ crews, Mr. Musters, so that they may be all ready, for we shall not have any time to spare.’’ This was done, and the men stood by their respective boats, ready to jump in directly they received the word. Directly they came tance, a Chinaman climbed of the junk and called out: ‘*We sinkee! We sinkee! If you no makee quick we shall be dlowned.,’’ ‘*Back the maintops’1 and heave to!’’ ex- ( eried the lookout the were man, in ? points, we 9 dis rail hailing to the within up | looking lot they own | | all these en} VY ourselves while | Why, he knew | | preference | board for another night, |a thoroughly reliable sailor-man. | explain | lead-line, which in shallow water is a her out??? | | portion of the crew NEWS ain; and boats wer claimed the cay as soon as this had been done, the manned and low ered into the water, and were quickly pull ing toward the sinking junk. The boats were ler to obliged to make to transfer the crew of the ship, and an ugly were. are wise, sir, in taking fellows on board: the first who had now joined Musters and in or Chinese craft journeys tne ‘*Do you think we asked lieutenant the captain, ‘*What can ws somewhat impatiently. them drown bef ‘*Humph !’?’ as though he was not quite so sure about it! ‘I notice that gars areall well the beg armed,’’ said ”? answered the captain, We couldn’t let > ck ao ore our eves Musters. the fact, each Chinaman carry ing quite a small with his belt stuck full of kniv: ords and pistols, but this was explained when t man who had hailed them came on board He introduced himself as the lieutenant the jur which he stated was the Li T belonging struck upon an unknown rock early in the morning, and which had only been kept afloat so long by the continuous efforts of the crew. coming exhausted, had just left off pumping when the Venus hove ight This was arsenal of weapons. he LK, ung | WhO, Dé The chief thing to do now was to make} the land as quickly as possible, and put the Chinamen on shore, for in spite of his ap pearance anything but satisfied with the looks passengers. He had served on the China station before, and so he well acquainted with the treacherous nature of the inhabitants of the Flowery Land. The navigating lieutenant the cabin, and after some little discussion as to the nearest point for disembarka tion, the captain decided upon heading for a small port in the Formosa Channel, Tchingfoo. That night extra sentries were posted, but the Chinamen were as quiet pet and. they sat round the deck pnder the awn ing, looking as though butter would not melt in their mouths Land was sighted the after dinner, and the engineer received orders to get up steam, for the entrance to Tchingfoo was rather tortuous, and was guarded by several ugly reefs of sharp rocks. It was bells in the first dog watch (five o’clock) before the captain gave orders to furl sails and in spite of the dJateness of the hour, he de terruined to try and make, his way in, in TO his on of his was was called into suitable as doves, following day soon two retaining passenger's ‘‘Send Martin into the chains to take soundings,’’ was the next command. Martin was a favorite quartermaster, and We must with a line about twenty-five fathoms in length, with a long lead, like a, cloek-weight, at that soundings are taken jliece of I {the end, and the line is marked at every fathom with pieces of colored bunting, strips | of leather and knots, which are divided into | ‘*deeps’’? and ‘‘marks.”’ Martin was soon in position, and his deep, sonorous voice rang through the ship as he called out: ‘By the mark thirteen.’’ The next heave was ‘‘and a half twelve.’ Then ‘‘by the deep eleven,’’ and so they con tinued to gradually shoal their water. The captain and the navigating lieutenant were on the bridge, together with the officer of the watch, while the boatswain and a were forward, com- pleting the preparations for anchoring. ; They were now well into the rocky chan- | from | nel, and Martin’s voice echoed back the frowning cliffs on either, side. ‘*‘And a half ten! By the. mark ten! the deep nine!’ i The words were scarcely out of his mouth when a sudden shock was felt; the Venus trembled from mained motionless, rock. The found carpenter reported that she was not water, Captain Hayes retired to his cabin to get something to eat, before commencing operations to get his ship afloat again. He had scarcely seated himself at the table when the Quartermaster Martin came to the door. The sentry was ordered te admit him, and he entered,’ bearing the lead-line in his hand. ‘*Well, Martin, what captain. ‘*That’s what I ean’t make out, sir,’’ an- swered the seaman. ‘‘For though I’ve béen at sea, man and boy, for over sixteen years, [ never come across sich a thing afore.’’ ‘*What is it?’’ ‘‘Why, sir, after we struck, I was a coil- ing away the lead-line, when I thought as how somethin’ looked funny like, and, coming to look closer into it, I’m blowed if the marks an’t all been altered, and when I By She had run upon a engines were reversed, but it is it?’’ asked the , was a-calling deep nine, we hadn’t got three fathoms of water under us.’’ For a moment, the captain was thunder- | this must be | and communicated three | | under | served out, and ejaculated the first lieutenant, | to the imperial navy, which had in | | answered: | laid of unconcern, Captain Hayes was | | five | that time, [’ll shoot you.”’ | Nan, named | proceed under steam, but: | stem to stern, and then re- | was | impossible to move her, and as the} making | | the gas bill began | able rate. | from ten o’clock that and then it flashed upon him the result of a ; ent for the first lieutenant, what had occurred. There to be lost, and ar ick] made to might be struck, deep ial 1 ps Capt Haye 1 was evident no time rement were what rane counteract way The lieutenant of the interpreter to his n, the captain had ordered extra that his down below, one ata time, t allowance. At the bottom of the had been erected, and as e: passed behind this, he found himself in the hands of an armed party of seamen, who quickly deprived him of his weapons, and then handed him down into the main hold. where he secured hand and foot, with the rest of his companions. The interpreter was the last to descend, and as soon as he had been disarmed, he was marched aft, into the captain’s cabin. ‘N sir,’’ exclaimed the ‘*You see your plot has the best thing you can d breast of it.’? The rogue looked hard at the of his little pig like out how much he really knew "acy acted as that to be mer vere tO |] » their junk, was informed m ass hatchway, a screen +h Chinaman was sternly covered. so make a if li eyes, as th ‘+Me no sav Vy :; Captain Hayes pulled out it on the table, and drawer, took out a large & Now look here,’’ he minutes, and if his watch. and then revolve i opening a said, ‘‘I’ll give 5? you you don’t confess by Chinaman turned with but all he would say was mé no savvy.’’ At the end of five minutes, Captain Haves rose, and putting the pistol to the prisoner’s temple, exclaimed: ‘For the last time, will you speak There was a moment’s and then he could stand it no longer. Falling on his knees, he cried: ‘*No shootee! no shootee! And in ten minutes the captain was in possession of the whole plot. The Li Tung a fleet ol junks belonging tO Ho Liang,,a notorious pirate. The sinking of the craft had been previously arranged, the lead-lines had been altered during the night, and, to cut a long story short, Ho Liang might be expected with the remainder of his fleet between two and three o’clock in the morning Captain“Hayes -now sent for his officers, and while he was waiting for them, he pro- ceeded to load the revolver with which he had been going to shoot the prisoner a few The green fear, ‘*Me poor China- silence, Me tellee all.’’ was one of minutes before. Now, gentlemen,’’ said he, tween five and six hours in which to prepare for Ho Liang’s reception, and I have no doubt that before we have done with him, he will wish he had left us alone.’’ Officers and men worked with all their might, and by one o’clock, the ship was afloat once more safely at anchor, with the damage to her bow patched up. Her guns were loaded and run out, and her men lying down, with their arms ready for the ex- pected fray. Ho Liang ‘we have be- made his appearance about five | bells in the. middle watch (half-past two), and .the conflict which ensued was short, | sharp, but decisive. Two junks were sunk, and two were cap- tured, only one succeeded in escaping, and she was so damaged that it was expected she | must have sunk at sea. The anchor, where the Venus weighed for Hong Kong, course with her following day, and made sail she arrived in due prisoners, who were handed over to the legal | authorities, and received the reward of their many crimes. - +o oe A YOUNG FINANCIER. A certain man, in order to impress busi- ness methods on his son early in life, told the youngster that if he would see that the gas bill was paid before a certain day each | quarter, he could have the discount for him- self. The boy took very kindly to the idea, and captured the discount every time the bill came in. To his father’s surprise, however, to increase at a remark- He found one night that his son was burning gas all over the top of the house until six o’clock the next morning. The youngster had become a Napoleon of finance, and had discovered the fact that the bigger the bill the bigger the discount. ~>- 6 NOT EASILY CORNERED. An Eastern potentate once asked a group of his courtiers which they thought the greater man, himself or his father? At first, he could elicit no reply to so dangerous a question. At last, a wily old courtier said | ‘*Your father, sire; for, though you are | equal to your father in all other respects, in | this he is superior to you—that he had a greater son than any you have.’’ He was promoted on the spot. GOOD NEws. AMON G Goon News :GLUBS. ! This column is for GOOD NEWS Clubs only. No notices will be inserted excepting such as are genuine GOOD NEWS Club notices, aud nothing in the shape of an advertise- ment will be allowed. Every club notice should have the names of the president and secretary of the club attached. For information concerning GOOD NEWS Club Badge and Electrotypes see ad. vertisement on last page. | {SPECIAL NOTICE. eens CHAT, A GOOD NEWS club has been formed at Franklin, | Mass. excellent. See notice below. Mr. Harold E. Denegar has succeeded Wm. MM. Lewis as editor of the Club Register. No. soon make its appearance. ; The newly elected officers of the Eureka GOOD NEWs Club of Lisle, N. Y., are president, H. D. French; secretary, Burr J. Merriam. Its objects are The GOoD NEWS Philatelic Society, of Lincoln, | Neb., offers special inducements to collectors. We are requested zo state that the election of officers | will take place shortly. The officers of the GOOD NEWS Pleasure and Corre- sponding Club of St. Paul, a new organization, are, Ewil Hilger, president; Wm. Seibert, vice-presi- dent, Wm. Hilger, treasurer, and Julius A. Deutsch, secretary. “> CLUB NOTICES. The Good NEWS Philatelic Society offers the greatest club. Not orangized tor profit, but with the in- tention of benefiting collectors. In the depart- mentof sales and exchanges, you can dispose of your stamps quicker and realize more on them than by any other method, andyou can purchase stamps very cheap. ‘he library contains over 1000 pieces, consisting of the best philatelic papers, books of reference, aud catalogues, and is for the free use of members. All your doubtful stamps will be ex- amined free by a competent collector, who will also answer all questions asked by members about stamps. Other departments contemplated, Anuual dues only 25 cents. All members are elig- ible to hold office. Every bona fide collector join- ing now, gets, upon payment of dues, membership card, a United States postage stamp worth 20 cents, and a scarce revenue on original document, The member whose number is 50 will receive jJree, a United States stamp worth $4.00. Send 2-cent stamp for application blank to J. J. Jefferson, acting secrétary, Lincoln, Neb. We all want protection. Among the exchangers are many frauds, Vo protect its members against these is one of the objects of the GOOD NEWS Inter- national Book Exchange Club, All joining are re- quired to name areference; if possible name the secretary of some club with whom you have had dealings. The club has a circulating library, and members may obtain books and novels at nominal rates. Send several copies of the article you have to exchange, and we will mail them to other mem- pers. This club combines a correspondence and a reading club. All joining this week will receive the following: card of membership, list of mem- bers, 25 foreign stamps (all different) copies of amateur papers devoted to stamps and club news, and three 5-cent novels. Fee 12 cents, Ladies sending 2-cent stamp will receive card and list, and are allowed all privileges. We have a list of 1200 novels to select from, and you can secure reading in no cheaper way than by joining this club. Send your fee now. This is strictly GOOD NEWS Club. Address all communications to C. L. Davis, secre- tary, Lisle, Broome Co,. N. ¥ Boys, nowis your chance to join one of the largest, oldest, aud most widely represented, of the large number of GOOD NEWS Clubs, for a very small sum of money. The Eureka GOOD NEWS Stamp Exchange and Corresponding Club, makes the following offer: Toall persons joining this club, within one week after the appearance of this notice, will be given a collection of fifty rare postage stamps, lists of members, three tricks with cards, one paper-bound novel, membership card, five pictnre cards, and every fourth member will receive some prominent view of Niagara Falls and vicinity. This club cannot help but bea very great aid to the stamp collector. For he can join and exchange our stamps with foreign members. The contest which opens Oct. 1st is free to all members. The first prize will be one year’s sub- scription to a juvenile paper. send a stamp to the secretary. Ladies and foreign- ers admitted free. ‘he fee is within reach of all You will do well to join now, Admission fee, 13 cents; nodues. BurrJ. Merriam, Lisle, Broome Oo., N.Y; Here we are right up to time, And with a card that’s very fine. We are the ones to join, my boys, For we'll be one of your greatest joys. You will not miss a dime, I know So join before our dues are more, And two ten-cent books you will receive, Before the break of auother eve. My girls! we are the star of all, So join at once before tlie fall, And you'll not heed the winter nights, For you have one of the great delights Of writing ae by the score, Until you cinhnot think of more. Star GOOD NEWS Club Rochester, New York. A Goop NEWs Corresponding Club was organized on the evening of Ang. 20, 1894. at 37 Dean avenue, Franklin, Mass, Of the 15 nominees for office, the following were elected. U. Grimshaw, president and treasurer, residing in Franklin, Mass.; F, Bishop, vice-president, and ©. Chilson, secretary. The object, which is of interest to all members, shall be given at the first meeting of each division. The by-laws and rules will be sent to members in about three weeks. The firstmember from each State shall be elected State manager. Under State managers will be division managers. Initiation fee, 25 cents; (nes, 35 cents permonth. Ladies dues, 35 cents per month. _ Address U. Grimshaw, Franklin, Mass,, inclosing stamp We are still on deck. We received more mem- bers last week than any week since organizing. Our club is rapidly drawing nearer the top round of the ladder to success, and will soon reach the pinnacle of fame. Join now while there is yet a chance., Any one from the age of 15 to 20 eligible tomembership. Gents initiation fee, 10 cents; no dnes. Ladies send name on postal. Ladies only admitted on receipt of 2-cent stamp after next week. Address the corresponding secretary, H. Chas. Black, 314 Belle avenue, Braddock, Pa, or Herbert E. Taylor, president, Blackstone, Mass If you would like to improve your handwriting, join’ the Goop NEWs Plucky City Corresponding Club of Chattanooga. Tenn. When you join this club you will know that you are joining a genuine | GOOD NEWS club, and one which has no conuec- 5 will] advantages to members of any similar | [ ' dealt | tion with any otherjournal, The initiation fee is | ouly 12 cents. When joining be sure and send in | your exchange notice to be sent to members. | To all joining we will give five varieties of stamps, and to all seeuri give a new 25-cent novel. Harry Nash, secretary and treasurer, 800 Market | street. The Goop NEWS Pleasure and Corresponding Club | of St. Paul has just started and wants 500 members, | and to get them offer three handsome prizes. First prize--To the one who sends us the most members, by the 15th of Oct. we will give a good pair of speed skates 17-inch regulation length. To the second a | handsomely bound book, gilt edged, 200 pages, en- titled ‘‘Gentlemen.” To the third one hundred pic- ture cards. Initiation fee, 10 cents; per month, in advance. For further write’ to secretary, Julius A. Deutsch, 73 West | Lawson street, St. Paul, Minn. The GOOD NEWS U. Y. P. A, of A. has 250 mem- vers from all over the United States. Canada, and other countries. Our motto: “We lead but never | follow.” Objects: correspondence, collecting, pleasure, ete. No dues, and our fee is only 12cents for gents, and 2 cents for ladies. Elegant printed lists of 8 and 16 pages, and a beautiful membership ecard sent to all, and as a premium we will insert your name in our directory. Join now and have | your name in list 5. Wm. Lee Chambers, secre- tary, Box 338, Plainwell, Mich. Hello! Do you like to correspond? If you do» | you should join the GOOD NEWS Corresponding and Exchange Club of Wilton, Conn., who are going to issue a new list in a few days, and want your name init. All joining will receive list of mem- | bers, card of membership, exchange list, 1 trick, 6 | foreign stamps, and 25 gummed labels. The initia- tion fee is $8 cents for this week only; ladies and | foreign members admitted free. Address all com- | munications to E. 8. Benedict, Wilton, Coun. Goop NEWS Corresponding Club of Weatherford, Texas is just the club to join to while away the winter months. Our joining fee (10 cents) is as low as the lowest. Then if a member wishes to the monthly dues, 5 cents. wish to get Northern correspondents. W. T. Lee, secretary, Box 292. W. Movers. presi- dent, Box 307. Printers, you are needed in the ranks of the Young Printers GoopD Nkws Corresponding Club of Springfield, Vt. A certificate of membership and list furnished to every one joining. Printers, 5 cents; ladies free; no dues. Address F. 8. Buck, president, or A. E. Starkey, secretary, Lock Box 107. Now is the time to join the GOOD NEWS Reading Club of Rankin, Pa. A beautiful membership card, list of members, and 20 cents’ worth of reaid- ing matter to every one joining. Initiation fee, 10 cents; no dues; ladies free. Address the secretary, John M. Crom, * Boys! Would you like to join a GooD NEWS Reading and Exchange Club. that furnishes its members with novels, story papers etc., to read? If you think you would like to join, send a 2-cent stamp to W. E. ‘Taliaferro, secretary, or E. Taliver, president, South Atlanta, Ga., for faut particulars. Qur Mail Bag. —— Questions on subjects of general interest only are with in the “Mail Bag.” Medical or Sowrat questions not answered. Goop Nrws goes to press two weeks in advance of date of publication, and there- fore answers cannot appear until two or three weeks after we receive them, Communications intended for this column should be addressed Gooo Nuws For full particulars | Bag,” P. O. Box 2734, New York City.) E. M., Mobile, Ala.—1. It is immaterial whether you seat yourself at the table from the left or the right side, 2. Either. Draw the chair back for the lady and see that she is seated before you seat yourself. Cake is eaten from the hand. 4. Boiled eggs are eaten with a spoon, preferably from the shell. 5. Keep your arms below the table wheu vot eating. 6. When eating with the right hand, keep the left one in your lap. 7. When vege- tables are served in small dishes, do not empty them into your plate. 8. Grapesand candies are eaten with the fingers, 9. Eat your roll any time during dinner that you please. 10. Spread it with yourown knife, holding the bread in your hand. But butter is not generally used at dinner. 11. Pies are eaten with the fork alone. Under no cir- cumstances raise the knife to the mouth, and dis- pense With its use as much as possible, 12. If in the evening, offer the lady your arm; if in the day- time, no. 18. Whichever you please. 14. This can only be regulated by circumstances and your own good sense. 15. Precede the lady, but let her pass to her seat first. 16. Make calls in the late after- noon or evening. R. M. N., Youngstown, Ohio.—The simplest pattern ofan Aolian harp is that which fits into an ordinary window-frame. A box of thin, straight- grained, well-planed pine is glued together, hav- ing a length equal to that of the width of the win- dow for which it isdesigned, a depth of four inches, and a width of six inches. The two bridges, made of hard wood, are glued on to the face of the sound- ing-ease. They are half an inch high and quarter of an inch thick. The strings are of catgut, tightened by pegs screwed into the edges of the case, and should be tuned in unison, and three inches above them is placed a thin board, sup- ported upon four pegs, one at each corner of the case. The harp is rested on the bottom of the window-frame, and the sash is brought down upon the upper board. The airpasses in and out be- tween this board and the sounding-box, the ne are set in vibration, and so give off that soft, melodions murmur which is so pleasant. Studihard, Oskaloosa, Iowa.—1. The books you mention were not published by us. Kindly let us know the names of the publishers. 2. Immerse the skates for a few minutes until all rust and dust are taken off in ern solution of cyanide of potas- sium, say about halfan ounce in a wineglassful of water; then clean with a toothvrush, with some paste composed of cyanide of potassium, castile soap, whitening and water; make the paste about the consistency of cold cream. who will give you two blanks. Fill these out and return to him. These will be forwarded to Wash- ington to be acted upon. Meanwhile, the post- master will give you a temporary permit to have your paper admitted through the mails as second- class matter. . R. L. 7. Boston, Mass.—The reason that the nine of diamonds is called the Curse of Scotland because it was on the back of that card that the Duke of Cumberland wrote the cruel order to give no quarters to the Scots who fought on the side of Prince Charles Edward at the battle of Culloden, lqak Stanley, Chicago, Ill.—1. The “Clearing House” is tite place where the operation called clearing the banks is carried on; that is, the ex- changing of drafts on each others houses by bank- ers, and settling the differences, 7 several books on etiquette. Send for catalogue. ng us three or more members we | Address all letters to | dues, 5 cents | information | remain over one month, he can do so by sending | Texas boys and girls | Join now. | “Maiiy 8. C., Hartford City, Ind.—Go to the postmaster, : S71il A. B., Selma, Ala.—No, a candidate for West | Point does not have to go to Washington for his ex- amination. Read the article in No. 221 of GooD ‘ NEWS, and for your other questions, write to the Army and Navy Journal, New York, inclosing a stamped envelope for reply. | #. B., Omaha, Neb.—Your story is not standard Our readers demand work of experi- enced writers, and they would not thank us if we | inserted that of amateurs. You should write only on one side of the sheet. | Inquisitive, Montpelier, Vt.—Tattooing is done in a variety of ways, usually with India ink. An- other method is to prick the’skin with a design, | and introduce into the wounds colored liquids, gunpowder or the like, so as to make it indelible. M. C. D., Trenton, N. J.—The largest word is honorificabilitudinity. Itis an obsolete word and means honorableness. Two of thelongest words in ordinary use are disproportionableness an incom- prehexsibilities. Elmira, N. Y.—1. The Admirer, powers and Italy. 2. Great Britain. 3. | tion. The Boy from the West, Manitou, Col.—Some of the stories in although none of them, strictly speaking, could be considered as true, Curious, Paris, Texas.—It makes no difference whatever. Certainly we will insert your exchange. Thanks for your praise of the "King of Boys’ Weeklies,” Harry L., Benning, D. C.—The terms “first mean simply first quality, second quality, etc. M. L. F., Ravenswood, Ill.—Pay no attention to the silly rhymes. Many a man has been born on Friday and has been happy and prosperous. Y. M. C. A., Chicago, Ill.—It is quite likely that we shall have a story with skating in it during the winter. Glad that you like GooD NEWS. W. Mc., New York.- See answer to E. B. You have considerable imagination, and, if you practice, should write well in time. Fat Roy, Richmond, Va.—We c&nnot see that you have anything to complain of in either your height or weight. [ Several communications left over to be answered next week.) eS “EXCHANGE (ImporTant.—This column is free to all our readers We will not be responsible for transactions brought about through notices in this column. All offers mus? be strictly exchange offers. We will not insert any “for sale” advertisements, nor exchanges of fire-arims, explosives, dangerous or worthless articles. If exchange notices do not appear in a reasonable time, it may be understood that they were not accepted. Address al] comumunications for this column to “Exchange De- partment.”) — eee MISCELLANEOUS.—Chas. Kneble, 1058 Ger- mantown avenue, Philadelphia. Pa,, has World’s Fair books (260 views, size 11x13 inches), 150 mixed stamps, $3 worth of reading matter, 2 picture albums, and 100 foreign stamps (all different) to ex- chauge for punching-bag or best offer. ’ MISCELLANEOUS.—Howard Burber, Hodge- yille. Ky., will exchange a ladies’ watch, 100 foreign | stamps, 200 picture cards, and 4 cloth-bound books for a printing-press not less than 21-2x 31-2. All letters answered. BOYS’ PAPERS.—A. F. Rhoades, Box 70, Lexing- ton, Mass., has a large quantity of boys’ papers to exchange for best offer. No reading matter or stamps wanted. All letters answered. MISCELLANEOUS.—Simeon Phillips, 73 East One Hundred and Ninth street, New York city, has 275 boys’ papers, 100 5c. libraries, 4 25c. and 2 50c. books, a $1 typewriter, 100 mixed stumps, and amagie lantern, with 12 slides, to exchange for best offer. All letters answered. READING MATTER.—Geo. H. Dolan, 731 Har- rison ‘street, San Francisco, Cal., has bound vol- umes of GOOD NEWS, books, magazines, and other articles to exchange for best offer; also all daily and weekly San Francisco newspapers to exchange for daily and weekly papers of New York, New Orleans, Georgia, Nebraska, and other places. READING MATTER.—S. T. Ritchie, Box 139. Shelbyville, Ky., has 31 “New York Weeklies” of 12894, 10 ‘Nick Carter” Libraries, Nos. 154 to 181 and 205 to 228 of GOOD NEWS, together with other read- ing matter, to exchange for Nos. 58 to 144 of GOOD News, or “New York Weeklies.” All letters an- swered. NOVELS.—T. E. Eskew, care of D. P. Sloan & Co., Anderson, 8. C., has a lot of 5,10 and 25c, novels to exchange for cloth‘bound books, in good order, by Alger, Castlemon, Ellis, or Optic. MISCELLANEOUS. — Herbert B. Caring, 10 Hubbell Park, Rochester, N. Y., has 325 different U.S. postmarks, 13 foreign postmarks, and a pair of roller skates (size 9), as good as new, to exchange for the best offer in canceled stamps, STAMPS.—Walter Wessel, Nebraska City, Neb., has about 1,000 foreign stamps to exchange for any of the Columbian issue above two cents. GOOD NEWS.—W. H. Watkins, cor, Vine and Palmetto streets, Chattanooga, ‘enn., has GOoD exchange for Vol. 6 or 9 of boys’ paper in the. same state. STAMPS,—Howard Hixtin; Washington, Pa,, has 26 all different U. S. revenue stamys, 2 varieties triangular Cape of Good Hope stamps, and 200 pict- ure cards to exchange for best offer in sporting or theatrical goods, or American stamps not in his collection. : ¥ is MISCELLANEOUS.—Theo. H, Zapf, 217 Hast Seventy-eighth street, New York city, hasa new silver-key piccolo, studentgamera and complete outfit, printing press, 3 fonts of type, and $10 worth of reading matter to exchange for a good field- glass or spy-giass of equal value. All letters an- swered. i MISCELLANEOUS.—Otto Hartmann, 2 Wilkin street, Rochester, N. Y., has story papers, novels, picture cards, albums, and other articles to ex- change for best offer, Send for list. NOVELS.—C. H. Noyes, Box 20, Newport, Ver- mont, has novels to exchange for a full false beard. document revenue stamps in great variety to trade any thing useful. , 1463, Benton Harbor, Mich., has 100 rare stamps (some worth 10 and 15 cents), 100 novels by famous ‘authors, a recipe to make honey cheap, a recipe to We have, make paint at one cent a gallon (this recipe has sold ' for over $100), arecipe to make maple sirup without ‘ eae entirely | bad in composition, but it is by no means up to our | Goop NEWS are founded on facts, | | for good typewriter. water,” ‘second water,” etc., applied to diamonds | j}and 1 challenge stamp album to exchange for a NEws from Nos. 114 to 148, in splendid condition, to. STAMPS.-—-K. B. Adams, Salyersville, Ky., has | for gold or silver watch, electric motor, violin, or MISCELLANEOUS.—Barratt O’Hara, Lock Box maple trees, 2 25-cent cans of silver polish, names and addresses of 30 different stamp dealers, a recipe telling how to make a harmless mixture to stop the hair from falling out, to exchange for type or best offer, All letters promptly answered if a 2c. stamp is inclosed. PICTURE CARDS -—Richard Wood, Box 572 New Brighton, Beaver Co., Pa., has 200 picture cards to exchange for a stamp album. BOYS’ PAPERS. —John W. Goodwin, Edge Moor, Del., willexchange boys’ papers for GOOD NEWS, beginning with No. 203. Would also like to exchange about 100 numbers of boys’ papers, a lot of 2c. Columbian stamps, and about 30 novels in very good condition, READING MATTER.— Willie Gent, Hartranft, Claborne Co., Tenn., has reading matter to ex- change for other reading matter. GOOD NEWS previous to No. 153 preferred. MISCELLANEOUS..--Chas. C. lin street, Johnstown, Pa., will exchange Bee, 730 Frank- for best | ofter, a i0-key German accordion, a complex type- that | |form the Triple Alliance are Germany, Austria, | The verses you | send are greatly deficientin rhythm and versitica- | writer, 1,500 picture cards, and a printing outfit. STAMPS.—J. J. Jenson, Lincoln, Neb., has a good U.S. postage stamp cat. at 20c. to exchange for every lot of detective novels of same value, (except | Nick Carter libraries) better U.S. for 25 and 60-cent Mibraries. 6-cent 1870, cat. at $4.00 for same value inlatter. Send list first. Rare stamps to exchange NOVELS.—Arthur Kempton, Box 338, Red Oak, Ta., has 80 5, 10, 25, and 50-cent novels to exchange for acyclometer fora 25-inch bicycle, or best offer, All letters answered. MISCELLANEOUS.—Albert Schroeder, 769 | Davis street, Chicago, TIll., has 1000 mixed postage stamps, 1 book of tricks, 1 book of ‘‘How to Box” good camera or telescope. Seta eS a Iie hte oli icklets. BY CHARLES W. FOSTER. Obedient. Mother—‘‘Where were you during that thun- der-storm ?’ e Boy—“Over in that field with the big tree in “But I have told you distinctly many, many | times, never to stand under a tree during a ] : Gag EPARTMENT. thunder-storm.” “T didn’t. Isat down.” Easy to Drive. Little Boy—“Unele George, may I drive your horse ?” Uncle drive.” ‘Tt’s easy. You just pull his head which ever way you want him to go, that’s ail.” “But suppose he gets atubborn or scared, and begins to back?” “UOm—why, I'd back him around till be was backing in the direction I.wanted him to go, and then let him go on backing.” A Lucky Little Girl. Little Ethe]—“‘Dottie Dimples is the luckiest little gir! I know.” Little Johnny—**Why so?” Little Ethel--fhe dnly brother she has is growed up.” A Thoughtful Child. Mother—‘What have you been long?” i Little Daughter—‘“I heard papa say he was goin’ to shave, 80 I thought ’d get things all George—“You never learned to * doing 80 | ready for him.” “And did you?” f “Yes’m. I got out his razor and mug, and shavin’ brush, an’ some court-plaster.” Looks Often Deceiving. Anxious Mother—‘‘I don’t much like the looks of that boy you were with to-day.” Little Willie—‘Oh, you can't go by looks. He’s the best pitcher in our nine.” A Law Repealed. Wheelmav—‘‘Bicycles are not allowed on the sidewalks here, are they ?”’ Villager—“No law. agin it. the sidewalk all you want to.” “T heard some time ago that you had a law against it.” “Yes, we had, but after half a dozen folks jumped into the street to escape baby carriages, only to get knocked down by bicycles, we con- cluded to repeal the law and let the bicycles and baby carriages fight it out.” Something Wrong Somewhere. _ Little Dick—**Things is very queer in this world.” Little Dot—*‘How is they ?” Little Dick—**By the time women gets old enough to be real nice, good-natured mammas, they isn’t mammas any more, they is only grandmas.” Not Inspiring Enough. Boy—“Us boys is gettin’ up a minstrel] show, an’ we want some music.” Clerk—"Here is a good piece, not new. but easy tosing. Itis called: ‘Eyery Day’ll be Sunday By and By.’ ”’ Boy—“I'm afraid the boys won't enthuse over that very much. Haven't you got one salled ‘Every Day'll be Circus Day By and By’? That would fetch ’em.” Didn’t Like Dogs. ‘ Visitor—“Does your dog know any tricks?" Boy—‘Lots of ’em.” “T should like to see some of them. Can you make him lie down and pretend to be dead ?”’ Ride on Down, Towser, down! Now be ry " “Bine, very fine! Please keep him that way until I leave.” ‘ ; Not at All Curious. Old Fisherman—‘‘You didn’t fish long this morning.” i Amateur (tremulously)—‘Shar—sharks out th—there.”’ . “Oh! Scared the fish, did they?” “J—I didn’t wait to see whether the fish were scared or not,” — s 3712 GoonDpD NIBBSEY, | KNEW IT ALL. | THE BOY WHO BY SAUL WRIGHT. VI. NIBBSEY AS AN ORACLE. A OST of the audience thought that | Mr. Pettengill’s ride and uncere- > monious exit were a part of the | ““SS> show; afew, however, who knew | the old farmer, were aware that this was not the case. But all roared with laughter—all except | Mrs. Pettengill, who stood up in her seat | shrieking: a ‘‘Somebody stop ’em, dew! Oh, what | made Ezry think he could ride that there hoss? That pink lemonade we drunk must | hev flowed tew his head!’’ The audience laughed all the louder at this; then a man near the-door called out: ‘‘Here comes your husband, marm. You/d | better tie him down with a rope if you don’t | want to lose him for good before you get home.?? The fiery, untamed steed had been stopped before he went a hundred yards, and was now led in, prancing and cavorting, by one | of the circus hands. Mr. Pettengill brought up the rear, keep- ing a safe distance from the horse’s heels. ‘‘Wa-al, b’gosh!’’ he exclaimed, wiping the perspiration from his brow, and sinking into the seat beside his wife. ‘‘That wuz the narrerest escape I’ve had sence I fell intew Jotham Parker’s threshin’ machine. Dunno but we’d better be gittin’ hum, Marthy.’’ ‘*No, don’t go yet, Ezry,’’ said the old lady. ‘‘I wanter see the performin’ dogs.’’ ‘‘Don’t go yet by any means, Mr. Petten- gill,’? added the good natured Mr. Bun- combe, who had enjoyed the old farmer’s escapade as much as any one. As he spoke, he seated himself beside the old couple. ‘‘T want you to attend the concert after the show,’’ he added. ‘‘Then you must take in the side shows.’’ ' ‘*Dunno’s I kin afford it,’’ said Mr. Pet- tengill, doubtingly. ‘*Oh, it will all be on me—my treat,’’ said Mr. Buncombe. ‘‘‘I like to see folks enjoy themselves.’’ The truth was the manager was quite a student of character, and he was getting lots of quiet fun out of the queer couple from way back. So after the show was over, Mr. and Mrs. -Pettengill visited the smaller tents, and in- spected the living skeleton, the Albino fam- ily, ‘the dog-faced boy, and other wonders, with all of which they were more than de- lighted. Mr. Buncombe accompanied them to three or four of the side shows; then he said: ‘‘Phere are a couple left, but you will have to take them in alone, tor I must go and attend to business. Don’t fail to visit the gypsy fortune-teller.’’ And he hurried away. Of course, Nibbsey was not far off. When he heard the manager’s parting injunction, an idea struck him. He was well acquainted with the ‘‘gypsy fortune-teller,’’ with whom he had become quite ‘‘chummy’’ while he traveled with the show. This wondrous oracle was only the clown of the show, with the paint washed off his face. Arrayed ina long flowing robe and gray wig, he made quite a presentable gypsy, and managed to gather a rich harvest of dimes from the superstitious ‘‘hayseeds’’ in the various towns visited by the circus. When Mr. and Mrs. Pettengill were look- ing the other way, Nibbsey slid into the ‘*eynsy’s’’ tent. ‘*Hello, Snooks!’’ he began. ‘‘How’s biz?’’ ‘Ts that you, Nibbsey? Thought I saw you in the show. What are you doing for a living now?’’ ‘*T have embraced the career of a farmer. It’s a long story, and I haven’t time to tell it to you now. Say, Snooks I want you. to do me a favor.’’ ‘‘What is it?”’ ‘‘Peel off that gypsy robe, and wig, and let me put them on. i want to do the gypsy act. There’s an old couple coming in here in a few minutes, and I want to jolly them.’’ But Snooks shook his head. ‘It wouldn’t do. If Buncombe found out he’d raise a big row.’’ ‘‘Oh, pshaw! he won’t find out. I’ll give you half of what I get out of the old folks, and I’ll get more than you would, sure.”’’ Well, Snooks allowed himself to be per- suaded, and in a few seconds, Nibbsey had donned the wig and robe. ‘*Here they come!’’ he whispered, peeping out of the tent. ‘Hide yourself, Snooks, and I’ll show you how to penetrate the mystic vail of the future.’ ‘ Snooks stepped behind the curtain that divided the tent,into two compartments, just as Mr. and Mrs. Pettengill appeared at the entrance. ‘Enter, Ezra and Martha Pettengill!’’ commanded Nibbsey, in a hollow, sepulchral voice. . é = * ke zs —s z r i} NEWws. ‘*B’GOSH, 1 WUN’T LOSE A MINNIT!’’ YELLED THE FARMER. ‘‘COME ON, MARTHY !’? ‘*Lordy, massy! she knows aour names!”’ ejaculated Mrs. Pettengill. ‘‘Wa-al, I swow!’’ added her spouse. ‘*T know all things,’’ said Nibbsey, keep- ing his face well concealed. ‘‘Enter, and listen to the words of wisdom—they will cost you nothing.”’ At this, Snooks uttered an angry exclama- tion, which made the nervous old couple | jump, as if they had been shot. ‘*Don’t be alarmed,’’ said Nibbsey, ‘‘that is only my familiar spirit; he is harmless. Let me examine your hand, Mr. Pettengill— | that’s it! Ah! yours has been a very event- | ful life. You have been a favorite of For- tune, but your best luck is yet to come.’’ ‘‘T wanter know!’? ‘‘So I see. Ah! [ perceive by your hand that you have in your employ a bright, fine- looking lad, known as Nibbsey.”’ / ‘-The darned little runt!’” exclaimed the | T ees farmyer, wrathfully. ‘‘Call him fine lookin’! I’m a-goin’ tew give him the all-firedest lickin’ he’ever had ez soon ez i git hum.’’ “Do not raise your hand against him,’’ said Nibbsey, in sepulchral tones. ‘‘Should you do so, you will regret it to your dying day. That boy is ageermg attached to you, and would think it fun to lay down his life for you.’’ ‘*T dunno ’baout that.’’ ‘‘But Ido. Treat him well, for he is the best friend you have in the world. But, ha!”? ‘*What’s the matter?’’ ‘*T see by your hand that you are about to receive an immense fortune.’’ ‘‘Dew yeou hear that, Marthy?’’ cried the old hayseed, in excitement. ‘‘Where’s this here fortin’ comin’ from?’’ he added, turn- iung again to the Rohe set ‘*For two dollars, Nibbsey. ‘*Tew dollars! I thought yeou said yeou didn’t charge nothin’ ?’’ : ‘*T do not for the consultation, but I can’t afford to give away princely fortunes for nothing,.’’ ‘*Wa-al, here’s yeour money,’’ and Mr. Pettengill reluctantly handed over a two- dollar bill, after a Whispered consultation with his wife. ‘‘Naow go ahead.”’ ‘*About one million dollars, in British gold, is buried in your potato field; it was placed there during the Revolutionary war. Dig for it, and you will soon find yourself the richest man in the county.’’ ‘*B’gosh, I wun’t lose a minnit!’’ yelled the excited farmer. ‘‘Come on, Marthy!’’ And, without further ceremony, he rushed from the tent, dragging his wife after him. Then the unscrupulous Nibbsey smilingly disrobed, ‘‘whacked up’’ with Snooks, and took his departure for the farm, where he expected to have lots more fun. f 0 em ATTENDING TO DETAILS. ‘‘John,’’ said the accident insurance agent, ‘‘be sure and drop inatold Cur mudge’s as you pass this morning, and ex- ace your sympathy over the loss of his rother in the railway accident yesterday. Express mine to him also.’’, ‘*But old Curmudge had no brother in the accident,’’ said the solicitor. ‘Well, what in the name of all that is un- holy has that got to do with it?’’ said the agent, cheerily. ‘‘All he can do is to tell you so.’’ ‘¢But it might unnecessarily alarm him,’’ persisted the patient solicitor. ‘‘That’s the point; that’s exactly the point,’’ returned the agent, buoyantly. ‘*Alarm him as much as possible. His own will tell you,’’ ,smiled | policy runs out next month, and it is one of | our duties to remind our p ‘»ns that in the midst of life we are su | dent. | ‘*And, John,’’ he added, as the solicitor | aan on his errand, ‘‘take this banana | peel, and put it carefully on the front steps. | lt is by attention to details that the sym- | metry of perfect business is built up.’’ eS ee OVERLOOKED. A story is told of a certain committee |meeting, in which the proceedings com- | menced with noise, and gradually became uproarious. At last, one of the disputants, losing all control over his emotions, exclaimed to his} 11, . opponent: | ‘Sir, you are, I think, the biggest ass that had the misfortune to set eyes upon !’’ ‘*Order! order!’’? said the chairman, | gravely, ‘‘ You seem to forget that I am in | the room.” POPULAR BOOKS BY ' ALGER, JAYNE, ELLIS, PUTNAM, GRAYDON. SET OF by the above Pia: © SIX BOOKS aos, have secured from a sacrifice sale a small uumber of boeks (averaging 300 pages to each book) by Horatio Alger, Jr., Edward . Ellis, Lieut, Jayne, Arthur Lee Putnam, . Wm. Murray Graydon. The volumes are bound in durable covers, and contain stories of adventure aud romance, and are illustrated. The titles ara: $500; or Jacob Marlowe’s Secret. BY HORATIO ALGER, JR. ARTHUR HELMUTH. BY E. S. THE RAJAW’S FORTRESS. BY WILLIAM MURRAY GRAYDON. PERILS OF THE JUNGLE, . By Tairut. A NEW YORK BOY. BY ARTHUR LEE PUTNAM. TOM TRACY. We ELLIS. R. H. JAYNE. BY ARTHUR LEE PUTNAM. The supply is small, and will soon be exhausted. We therefore advise all who desire a set of valuable books for fifty cents, by favorite authors, to send in their orders at once. The books average over 300 pages each, and fifty cents will secure the set of Six, postage prepaid. Single books will be sent on receipt of twenty-five cents. 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There is no good reason why people should not be well informed when they can become so for a smaii The following list of valuable books will be sent post-paid to any address on receipt of price, 10 cents each: The Lovyer’s Guide to Courtship and Mar- riage. Dunn’s Fencing Instrue- tor. Prof. Muldoon’s Wrest- hing “~The Complete Checker layer. Backgammon and Baga- telle, Boys’ Own Book of Boats. Captain Webb’s Swim- ming Instructor, Amateur andProfessional Oarsman’s Manual, The Peerless Reciter. The International Crie- The Young Elocutionist. ket Guide. Callahan’s Easy Method Complete Training Quide of Ventriloquism. for Amateur and Pro- The Standard Reciter. fessional Athletes. Napoleon’s Book of Fate. Riding and Driving, Imperial Fortune-Teller. Poe’s Foot-Ball. Everyday Cook Book. The Book of Knowledge. Address MANUATI, LIBRARY, 29 Rose st., N. Y. a sistant. The Way to do Magic. How to Behaye in Society Amateur’s Mannal of Photography. Out-Door Sports. How to do Business. 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