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Jack darted forward, reaching out to grasp and save him. But it was a fatal move, for the Esquimau grabbed his arm, gave him a violent jerk, and down
went Jack with him, Joe’s grip relaxing as they fell, | Peary rushed to the edge and glared down into the chasm to see what became of them.

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SOMEBODY’S MOTHER.

The woman was old, and ragged, and gray,
And bent with the chill of the winter’s
day;

The street was wet with recent snow,
And the woman’s feet were aged and slow.
She stood at the crossing and waited long,
Alone, uncared for, amid the throng

Of human beings who passed her by,
Nor heeded the glance of her anxious eye.

Down in the street, with laughter and
shout,

- Glad in the freedom of “school let out,”

Came the boys, like a flock of sheep,

Hailing the snow piled white and deep.

- ._ Past the woman so old and gray

Hastened the children on their way,

Nor. offered a helping hand to her,

So meek, so timid, afraid to stir,

Lest the carriage wheels, or the horses’
feet .

Should crowd her down in the slippery
street.

At last came one of the merry troop—

The gayest laddie of all the group;

He paused beside her, and whispered low:

“T’]1l help you across if you wish to go.’

Her aged hand on his strong, young arm

She placed, and so, without hurt or harm,

He guided the trembling feet along,

Proud that his own were firm and’ strong.

Then back to his gay young felln“ ,Tfy

Then back to his gay young friends he

went

His young heart happy and well content.

“She’s somebody’s mother, boys,
know,

For all she’s aged and poor and slow;

And I hope some fellow will lend a hand

To help my mother, you understand,

‘If ever she’s poor and old and gray,

When her own dear boy, is far away.”

And “somebody’s mother” bowed low her
head

In her home that night, and the prayer
she said

Was: “God be kind to the noble boy

Who is somebody’s son and pride and joy.”

you

Peary’s Boy Guide

By od. GO BRADLEY.

CHAPTER I.

A BOY FROM THE ARCTIC.

In the month of July, 1905, Lieutenant
Robert S. Peary, the great Arctic explorer,
was given a benefit by the managers of the
Boer War exhibition at Coney Island. The
money was needed to complete fitting out
his vessel, the Roosevelt, with which he
_was going to” make another attempt to dis-
cover the North Pole.

The explorer was present at the exhibi-
tion, and before returning to New York,
he, General Cronje, and one of the owners
of the Boer War show, rode over to the
_ West End to see the. sights.

Almost the first exhibit that attracted
the explorer’s eye upon reaching Surf
avenue was one called “From New York

~to.the North Pole.”

Within the spacious entrance was @ col-
lection of HEsquimau sledges and imple-
ments, several Esquimau dogs, and a
number of Hsquimaux clad in fur clothing,
at whom a crowd was gazing with great
curiosity.

An amused .smile crossed the explorer’s
face, and he said:

“T am going to see that show!”

“Very well,” answered the Boer general,
and he stopped the carriage.

The three alighted and passed inside the
~building.

At the end of the show, while they were
coming out, a boy, clad in an Hsquimau
costume, stepped up to Peary and ex-
claimed in eager tones:

“Mr. Peary, may I speak to you a mo-
ment?”

The explorer glanced down at the little
fellow, and to his surprise saw that he
was a white boy, with a very bright and
intelligent face.

“Why, I thought you were an ee
mau!” he muttered.

“T am supposed to be one,” said the boy
with a faint smile, “but if I wash the stdin
from my face it would be as white as
yours. It may surprise you to learn,
though, that I was born in a country fur-
ther north than any of these real Esqui-
maux.”

“Are you telling me the truth?” demand-
ed the explorer, fixing a keen, penetrating
glanee upon the little fellow.

‘T.-am, and I ean prove: it,- sir.”

*DO.S0.”:

“My name is Jack Buntline, Jr.”

“What!” cried the explorer, with a vio-
ee start, and a quick look of intelligence
flashing from his keen eyes. “Are you a
son of old Jack Buntline, who went out
with the Polaris party, in 1882, and was
never heard of. again?”

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The explorer grasped his hand and
shook it heartily.

“T am glad to know you, my boy!” he
eried. “Your father was an old and valued
friend of mine years ago. Can you tell
me what became of him?”

“The story of my father’s fate is simple,”
answered Jack. “I can tell it in a few
words. When the Polaris was ice-bound,
my father led a sledge party from. the
ship. Among them was my mother, dis-
guised as a man. She was the ship’s cook,
and had gone with the expedition so she
would not be separated from her husband.
She accompanied the sledges. As you
know, the party never returned to the
ship. All perished of an accidental fall
into a huge crevasse in the ice except my
parents. They were picked up by some
roving Hsquimaux, and were taken far
north. I was afterward born in a native
igloo, or ice hut.”

“And your parents?”

“Both died when I was fifteen years old,
and that was three years ago,” replied the
boy. “I learned to speak English from
them, of course, but as I lived among the
Esquimaux, I also learned their language.
During my younger days I was a great one
for traveling, and.during one of my trips
with 4 couple of natives, we reached a
point which they assured me was what the
white men called the North Pole of the
earth.”

“Great Scott!” cried the explorer, ex-
citedly. “Could you find your way to that
place again?”

“T am sure I could.”

“Would you be willing to go back to the
Arctic?”

“IT am wild to go. At one time I was so
anxious to see the country of my parents
that I eagerly joined this band of HEsqui-
maux, when the agent of a show gathered
them together, to bring them to this coun-
SEY 3:

“So that’s the way you got here, is it?”

“Yes, sir.’

“Have you any contract to hold you
here?”

6 No, sir. 99

“How would you like to join my expedi-
tion, return to the Arctic and act as my
guide, if I were to give you a good salary?”

“Nothing would please me better. I[n
fact, the reason I spoke to you was to ask
if you would let me go with you.”

“My dear boy, you would be the most
valuable person in my crew if you join us,”
said the explorer, taking a card from his
pocket and handing it to Jack. “Take
this,” he added. “It is my address. Call
on me at that hotel to-morrow, and I will
make a contract with you.”

“And I will have something very inter-
esting to tell you, sir,” said Jack, pocket-
ing the card. “It is about the wreck of a
ship which drifted ashore in the far north.
I found a vast. treasure in gold coins in
her, hold, but never had a chance to get
them, as there was a white man named
Dan May, who tried to murder me because
I would not tell him where the treasure
ship lay. You and I will get that money
in time, if May don’t lay me out before
we reach the Arctic.”

“Did that man follow you here?”

“Yes, sir. He sticks to my track like a
bloodhound, and swears that he will learn
my secret or kill me.”

“He seems to be a pretty desperate fel-
low, Jack.”

“He’s a demon!”

“Does he know you are here?”

“Certainly he does.
me ali the time.”

“Well, keep out of his way until you
get aboard of my vessel, and I will
guarantee jatter that he will never bother
you again.”

And shaking hands with the boy, Peary
and his companions entered their carriage
and were driven away.

Jack stood looking after them a few
moments, and then he hurried into the
building, went to the dressing-room, and
taking off the furs, he washed the ‘yellow
color from his face. Then he put ona
stylish suit of clothing and a derby hat
and went to the office.

“Mr. Jones,” said he to the manager, a
am going to quit.”

“Why, Jack,” was the amazed reply,
“what’s the matter?”

“Going back to the Arctic, sir.”

“No, no! Don’t go. We need you here.”

“T am determined. Pay me off.”

Seeing that the boy was in earnest, thé
manager handed him nearly one hundred
dollars, and shaking hands with the boy,
he said:

“Good-by, Jack. If you change
mind, come back here, and you can
your old position at any time.”

“Thank you, sir. I will remember
kindness.”

And Jack abruptly walked away.

Clad in civilian costume, he was a hand-

your
have

your

some, dashing-looking fellow, with dark

eyes, brown hair and a fine, muscular
figure.

He hurried up Surf avenue until he pass-
ed Steeplechase Park, and then stfuck off
across the sand lots, going toward Graves-
end Bay.

It-was a lonely, desolate region of white
sand, forming dunes and hollows, covered
with patches of scrub cedars and tufts of

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‘her graceful figure,

salt meadow grass. There was only one
man in sight.

He was a short, thick-set fellow in a
half sailor costume, a peajacket covering
his broad body, while his rugged, sun-
burned face was adorned with a short red-
dish-brown beard and a huge mustache.
_ A peaked cap on his tow-colored hair
was pulled down over a pair of deep-set,
keen eyes, half hidden beneath a pair of
shaggy brows.

The man had a surly, evil face, upon
which there was an‘odd look as he sneaked
along after the boy, keeping down in the
hollows as much as possible where he
would escape detection.

He had shadowed the boy all the way
from the Surf avenue show, and as he saw

Jack heading toward an old, dilapidated
shanty, standing in the salt meadow near

the water’s edge, he muttered:

“Blast him! Wot kin be takin’ him ter
that lone hut?”

Just then the boy paused near the shanty
and cast a swift. look around, when, as
quick as a flash, the man.sunk down in a
hollow he was crossing and barely escaped
being seen.

“Gee!” he muttered. “That wuz a close
shave. If ther lad had a-seen me, it would
a-put him on his guard. Thar hain’t no
escape fer him now; leastwise not if I

knows myself, an’ I reckon as Dan May

does know jist wot he’s about. Afore yer
gits out from among these here sand dunes
Til have yer at my mercy, boy, an’ then
we'll see if yer won’t speak out about ther
secret I swore ter git outer yer! ”

Buntline had missed seeing his enemy,
and, assured that no one was watching him,
he gave a long, guarded whistle and watch-
ed the hut.

A few moments later an old rag answer-
ing for a curtain at one of the broken win-
dows was moved aside, a hand and arm
were thrust out, and a handkerchief was
waved to the boy.

This seemed to relieve him, for he now

“poldly advanced to the door.

It was suddenly swung open, and he
passed into the dark interior.

“Grace!” he exclaimed.

“It’s all right, Jack,” replied a sweet,
girlish voice in the gloom. “My father is
away, so you have nothing to fear, even if
he has forbidden you to come here to see
me. It’s all jealousy, you know. He is
very fond of me, and hates to think that
I would care for anyone but him.”

“You recognized my signal?”

“Yes,” was the laughing response, “and
you recognized mine telling you that the
coast was clear. Come into the dining-
room.”

The hut contained only three miserable
rooms, scantily furnished, but the girl was
a neat little housekeeper, and had the
wretched place as clean and tidy as if it
were a palace instead of the humble home
of a poor clam-digger.

As the light slanted in the window upon
it might have been
seen that she was a girl of sixteen, with
pretty blue eyes and long golden hair.

She wore a simple gingham dress, and
had a charming, artless manner quite re-
freshing to see.

It was plain that this boy and girl were
sweethearts, but a rough father was keep-
ing them apart, and as they were deter-
mined to meet, they had to do so unbe-
known to the old man.

“Where is your father—out in the bay
digging clams?” asked Jack.

“No. He has gone to New York to sign
papers as captain of the whaling ship Pole
Star. Yoti know he formerly was a whaler,
but gave it up, and he intends to take me
on this voyage with him.”

“How strange! I am going away to the
Arctic, too!”

“Good gracious! Tell me about it, Jack.”

They sat downside by side, and the
boy told her all about what he and Lieu-
tenant Peary had been saying a short time
before.

They both felt very sad, for it was evi-
dent that they would have to separate for
a time; but when Grace Wilson told the
boy. that her father’s ship was bound for
the Greenland Sea, Jack brightened up and
said:

“Well, there’s a chance that we may meet
in the frozen North, Gracie, aS we are
both going in the same direction.

“Oh, wouldn’t that be splendid!” she
cried, cheering up as she saw the _possibil-
ity. “Let us pray that it may be so.”

And they sat by the window. talking it
over, and the time slipped by so fast that
the darkness of night fell upon the scene
before they were aware of it. The boy
finally arose to depart.

At the door Jack put his arm around
her waist, and imprinting a kiss upon her
pretty mouth, he said “good-by” and strode
away, leaving her in tears to watch his
retreating form until he vanished in the
gloom.

The boy was so deep in thought that he
did not see the slinking figure of Dan May
stealing along in pursuit of him. |

But the villain quickly made his pres-
ence felt, for he suddenly crept up close
to Jack and dealt him a savage blow with
a club that knocked Hai senseless upon
the sand.

No one saw the foul deed, for it was
very dark and storm- threatening.

‘himself, and seizing

 

“At last I’ve got him!” chuckled the
rascal, as he bent over poor Jack ant
bound and gagged him. “Now ter
him on ther ship!”

He dragged Jack to the water’s edg
and put him in a rowboat; then he got ir
the oars, he rowe
out on ‘the dark water. 5

CHAPTER II.

HELD A’ PRISONER.

Jack found himself lying helpless in th
rowboat when he returned to his senses.
but he could see nothing, as May ha
blindfolded him. ie

Nor could. he speak to ask where he was.
on account of the gag in his mouth, and
he tried to move, but found himself bound

“Gaod heavens!” he thought. “What

does this mean, anyway? Someone hit me
on the head out in the sand lots, and now
I find myself bound, gagged and blind--
folded in a rowboat. Could it have been
the work of May? I haven’t an enemy in
the world except that dark scoundrel.”
. The boy kept thinking over the matter
during the long trip that followed, and he
finally became aware that the boatman.
ceased rowing.

He heard a low, guarded whistle, then
a voice gruffly demanded:

“That you, messmate?”

“Chuck us a rope!” was the whispered.
reply.

“Got ther lubber?”

VAY, ay, Jerry.”

May had brought the boat alongside of
a vessel, and a sailor on deck, leaning over
the bulwarks, now sent a line down, and
May fastened it around Jack’s body, and
the boy was pulled up.

The boy’s enemy followed, casting the
rowboat adrift. *

The two men were the only ones on
deck, and they picked Jack up bodily and
carried him down in the forecastle. ~

Here, by the light of a lantern: carriell
by May’s friend, they passed through a
door in the bulkhead, went down a flight
of steps, and found themselves in the hold |
of.the ship. :

Numerous boxes, bales, barrels
similar freight were stowed in this dark
place, and they passed into a small room,
partitioned off in the bow, and laid the
prisoner on the floor. :

He was locked in, and they returned to
the deck.

“Jerry Crook, are we ther only ones
aboard ther Roosevelt?” asked May.

“Sartin,” assented the sailor, who was
a square-jawed fellow, with a red mus-—
tache and a tall, heavy figure. “Yer know
werry well as I was left aboard ter guard
ther ship, Dan.”

“Then no one seen us shanghai
young lubber. An’ I’m mighty glad 0’,
that. -Now ther game is all in our hands,\ —
Jerry.” ee

“Oh, we kin keep ther boy concealed
down in ther hold till ther ship gits so far

ther ;

north that thar will be no help fer Bunt-
No one will |

line a-goin’ along with us.
find him down thar. When ther right time
comes we kin release him an’ pertend as he
is a stowaway.” G

“He won’t know me, neither,” asserted
May, with a grin, “ ’cause I’m a-goin’ ter ~
shave off my beard an’ mustache an’ git
my hair cut. As he will have ter go ter
ther Arctic with us, we will have him jist
whar we wants him, Jerry. It will be an
easy matter ter desart ther ship an’ take
him with us when ther right times comer,
won’t it, messmate?”

“IT tell yer, Dan, if’ we gits ther lad
ashore near whar yer ’spect as ther treas-
ure ship lies, it won’t be hard ter make him
show us ther ole wreck, an’ we'll git a)
money stowed aboard of her, sure.”

“Peary’s expedition is sure ter go now.”

“Wot makes yer so dead sure of it?”

“Cause he got a big sum-of money from
ther Boer War people. It’s more than
enough ter finish fittin’ out this craft fer~
her trip ter ther Arctic. I kin tell yer,
we are lucky ter belong ter thar crew
Thar wouldn’t be no other way fer us ter
git ter ther place we wants ter go ter with
ther lad I captured.”

“How in thunder did yer ever find 0
that ther boy knows ther Secret location
of ther ole wreck wot. contains all that
gold?”

“Hasy enough. I was one of ther crew
of a whaler wot went up north in ther
drift ice, an’ I met him in Northern Green
land. He told me he had found ther ship,
an’ he explained what a vast treasure o
earried. He wanted me ter go with ia
ter git it an’ carry it ter New York. oF
we quarrelled afore he told me ther Ide
tion of ther ship, an’ ever since then he
has refused ter let out ther secret.” _

“Did yer try hard ter make him tell?”

“Try hard? Why, man, I near killed
him! J] chased him everywhere. I even
follered him ter New York, an’ I used eve
means I know of ter make him open |!

‘mouth, but it was no go.”

“My!
cuss! ” =

“Yer kin jist bet he wuz.. But I’ve fix
him now so that he will have ter own
if you an’ me plays our cards right.” —

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and 3.
And the two rascals chuckled over their
Success thus far.

fhey did not know it, of course, but
they had abducted Jack aboard of the very
vessel upon which he had intended to sail
to the Arctic with Lieutenant Peary.

During the week that followed they at-
tended to the boy’s wants in secret, for
the crew. had come aboard, and the ship
- was being laden and made ready for her
- long, dangerous voyage.

At last the momentous day of departure
came, and the Roosevelt set sail for
- Sydney, Nova Scotia, to take on coal and
to pick up Peary, who went overland to
that place.

When she left there, on the 27th of July,
She was badly behind time.

It was Peary’s-original intention to have
her leave New York on the 4th of July,
and this three weeks’ delay threatened to
prevent the ship from getting to the far
north that summer.

Only one more short stop was therefore
allowed at a Newfoundland port to put
ashore the last letters.

Then the Roosevelt pointed her
northward for good.

During all this time poor Jack had been
kept a close prisoner in the hold, either
May or his friend Jerry going down daily
to attend to his wants without saying a
word to him.

He was therefore kept in total ignorance
of who his enemies were, and had not the
faintest idea of where he was, or where
he was going.

On the day after the ship left Newfound-
land, May took some food and coffee down
to him, as usual, carrying a ship’s lan-
Or
He released one of Jack’s hands so he
could eat, and without saying a word to
the boy, he suddenly glided out of the
room, leaving the door unlocked and the
table knife in the boy’s hand.

Jack finished his food and soon missed
the man.

As quick as a flash he pulled the bandage

from over his eyes.
From being blindfolded so long he could
not see very well at first, but he quickly
became accustomed to the light and glane-
ed around. 3

A thrill of joy shot through him,

“Freedom at last!” he gasped.

bow

Then he struggled to his feet, but he soon.

found that he could not stand well, as his
limbs had been badly cramped from being
tied up so long, and he made an effort to
get his blood circulating right again.

In quarter of an hour-the boy felt like
himself one more, save that he was some-
what weak yet from his long confinement.

“Oh, if I could only get out of this awful
place!” he muttered.

When he rushed to the door and found it
unfastened, his joy knew no bounds, and
he passed out into the hold.

“A light!” he muttered.

There was a dull glow ahead in the
gloom.

It proved to be an open hatch, and the
boy went up as fast as he could and
emerged on the deck of the steamer.

A man stood near, and hearing the boy,
he turned around.

- The moment their eyes met both the
boy and the man looked amazed.

“Jack Buntline!” fairly shouted
man.

* “Commander Peary!” was the boy’s cry,
as he rushed forward.

In an instant they were clasping hands,
and the explorer asked:

: “In the name of heaven, where did you
*eome from?”

“T have been a prisoner in the hold of
-this vessel,” Jack replied. “Is this your
exploring ship, Mr. Peary?”

“Why, certainly. This is the Roose-
velt.”

“And was I brought aboard by elon or-
ders?” ..

“Decidedly not! I failed to see you at
the hotel in New. York where you promised
to meet me, and I never expected to lay
eyes on you after that. I am amazed to
find you on board of my vessel.”

The boy gazed around, fairly bewildered,
and saw May standing near by, gazing in
astonishment when he saw that Jack was
acquainted with Peary. But the villain
had shaved his beard and mustache and
had his hair cropped off, making him look
like a very different person.

Jack therefore did not recognize

the

the

=. Man.

The explorer saw that there was some
- mystery in the boy’s presence on board the
vessel, and having his curiosity aroused,
he said:

_ “You look pale and sick. Come into my
cabin and give me the details of what has
befallen you. I can’t understand all this,
Jack.” ‘ ‘
" He ited the way, and when they were
Seated, Peary asked:

“What ship did you think this was?”

“J had not the faintest idea,” Jack re-
plied. “Just listen’ to my story, sir, and
see if you have any suggestion as~to the
-reason Of my being,here. For my part, I
am thoroughly mystified.”

~He then told the explorer all that had
befallen him.

_ Peary was simply “amazed.
: He went down in the hold with the boy,
and after an inspection of the room in

 

HAY DAYS

which Jack had been confined he saw the
severed bonds and other evidences of the
truth of Jack’s having been kept a pris-
oner in the place.. All his doubts of the
boy’s story being true were removed.

When they returned to the deck,
said:

“Jack, I am astonished, but I’m hanged
if I can explain the matter.” |

“T had an idea that it was the work of
my old enemy, Dan May.”

“But there is no one of that name among
the forty men on this ship.”

“Then I am going to give up puzzling
my brain about the matter.”

“You are sensible.”

“How strange that my abductors should
carry me aboard of the very ship I wished
to join!” said the boy, wonderingly. “lt
is one of the most peculiar. things on
record. Now I am bound to go off with
you, anyway.”

“And for my part, I am glad of it,” said
Peary. “Now, you can tell me all you
were going to say if we had met at the
hotel” in. the c¢ity.”

Jack thereupon told him the history of
his meeting with May, and all the details
of how the villain had tried to worm out
of him the secret of the whereabouts of
the treasure ship.

“There is Something very strange about
a ship laden with gold being cast adrift in
the Arctic,” said Peary.
count for it?”

“I know thatsit does sound queer,” ad-
mitted the boy. “But the explanation is
quite simple. When I searched the ship
I found that she was one of the great
Atlantic liners, although there was noth-
ing about her battered hulk to indicate who
she was, or who her owners were. Most
of her cargo had been carried away by the
natives who, before me, had found the
wreck. The money I referred to was in a
secret. compartment. The only theory I
have about her is that she was really an
Atlantic liner which was wrecked while
crossing the ocean, and was carried by
the- powerful currents up the Greenland
coast, and finally found a resting place on
the shore where [-found her remains.”

“That seems to be, a plausible explana-
tion of what would otherwise be a rather
fishy story.”

“Have you any other theory to advance,
Sire

“None whatever.
wreck situated?”

Jack cast a quick glance around to see
if anyone else was listening to what he
was going to say, and his gaze suddenly
fell upon a shadow on one of the deck-
house windows. It was the outline of a
man’s head and shoulders, and judging
by the position, the boy inferred that he
was listening to all that was said in the
cabin,

Instead of replying, Jack leaned over,
and laying a hand upon the explorer’s
arm, he pointed at the shadow and-whis-
pered:

“See! . An eavesdropper! ”

_A frown of anger swept over Peary’s
face.

He sprang to his feet, glided over to
the door, and suddenly flinging it open,
he rushed out on deck and seized a man
by the collar.

It was Dan May!

“Grimes,” he roared at the startled vil-
lain, “what are you doing here? Speak
out, man! Were you listening to our con-
versation?”

A look, of assumed astonishment swept
over the shaven face of the rascal, and he
pointed at the brass bars over the window,
and replied:

“Why, Mr. Peary, I was a-cleanin’ ther
brasswork, sir.”

He held up a rag and some polishing
paste as he spoke.

Peary saw that he really fad been pol-
ishing the brasswork, and he released the
sailor and repeated sternly:

“Were you listening to our conversa-
TIO 27)

“Certainly not,” was May’s indignant an-
swer.

The villain acted his part so well that
even Jack was deceived.

“T guess I made a mistake, Mr. Peary,”
said he. “Let us go back to the cabin and
finish our talk.”

And Peary assented.

he

And where is that

CHAPTER IIT.
SAVED FROM THE WRECK

“Now, Jack, I guess you ‘can tell me
where the wreck of that ship lies without
any danger of anyone overhearing your
words,” said Peary, when they returned
to the cabin of the Roosevelt.

“ll make assurance doubly sure, sir,
by whispering,” answered the boy. “At
the time I found the vessel she was lying
beached on an icy shore of Grinnell Land,
just above Cape Sabine, on Kennedy’s
Channel.”

“Why, that is the very locality we are
going to call at.”

“Then you will have an opportunity to
see the wreck, sir.”

“Has the place a name where she lies?”

“Tt is the first cape above Cape Sabine.”

“How do you ac-.

 

“IT know the place well. Does the ship
lie in plain view?”

“Tt is encased in ice on one side, so that
it would not be seen by anyone unless they
happened to investigate that particular
berg. 93

“Now,
saw?”

“Tll tell you about that, too, sir. When
I went aboard the wreck I found a secret
compartment, and it contained ten iron-
bound boxes about two feet square. Burst-
ing Open one of them, I found that it was
filled with English gold coins. A rough
count showed that they amounted to in
the neighborhood of $100,000.”

“Then, if all the boxes were filled with
a like amount, the treasure amounts to
about a million dollars?”

“That’s what I figured, sir.”

The commander looked at the _ boy
searchingly and saw that he was thorough-
ly honest in all he said.

He remained buried in- thought a few
minutes, and finally said:

“Jack, that is a vast treasure. If the
owner of it cannot be found it would make
the possessor very rich.”

“Well, sir, the amount is quite great
enough to make Dan~May so desperate in
his efforts to get the best of me,
it?”

“I don’t wonder that the man was so
furious in his attempt to get the secret
of the location of the gold out of you.”

“Will you aid me to secure the gold?”

“T most certainly shall.”

“Very well, sir.”

“Now, for some information about the
North Pole.”

“What do you want me to tell you?”

“How you got there?”.

“Well, I was with a couple of Esquimaux
on a walrus hunt, and we lost our way
in a snowstorm. We traveled over the
pack ice for several days, and finally came
to some igloos which my friends recognized
as huts in which they had once before
lived. They told me that we -were close
to an island. which the white race had
been seeking for many years. They said
it was the most northerly spot on the
earth, and from that I deducted that it
was the North Pole.”

“Well?” eagerly
“Did you visit it?”

“TI proposed a call there, and my com-
panions assented. They told me that there
was usually open water around the island,
but at that season of the year we found
it frozen over and crossed on the ice.”

“Yes, yes; and what did you find there?”

“A huge voleaniec mountain—perhaps the
biggest in the world. It was in a con-
stant state of eruption, they told me, and
its heat made the atmosphere warm and
balmy. There was no. snow on the island.
It. was covered with green grass and other
vegetation. There were men and animals
living there. As the tribe were hostile,
they drove us away before we had a chance
to see much of the island.”

“Tell me as much about the place as vot
can,” said Peary, as he took a book from
a shelf and got out his pen.

Jack complied, and as fast as he dictated
the explorer wrote down what he said, un-
til he had the description complete.

He then brought Jack out on deck and
introduced him to the erew, after which
the boy was assigned to a berth in the
cabin on deck, and the explorer announced
to the men that he was going to be his
secretary.

As there was plenty of clothing on board,
the commander saw that Jack was given
a kit containing. everything he needed.

An effort was made by Peary to find out
who among his men had been carrying
food to Jack while he was imprisoned
below, but the two villains had covered
their tracks so skillfully that they were
not discovered, and the matter remained
as deep a mystery to Jack as ever..

A week after the boy made his first ap-
pearance on deck the Roosevelt was speed-
ing up Baffin’s Bay, in the neighborhood of
Cumberland Island, surrounded by great
masses of floating ice.

Jack was standing watch in the bow,
doing his trick as lookout, clad in furs,
when he heard a footfall behind him and
turned around.

He saw the man known as Grimes, but
failed to recognize him as May.

“Hello, Jack,” said the rascal, with a
grin. “On duty?”

“Yes, sir,” assented the boy, who had
been told that the man was the second
mate of the ship. “I’m to be relieved
pretty soon, I am glad to say, as it is pretty
cold standing here in the teeth of the cut-
ting wind, with the thermometer register-
ing ten. below zero.”

“Why, I thought you were used to the
Arctie climate?”

“Who told you I was?” demanded the
boy in some surprise, for he had not told
anyone but Peary anything about his
former history.

The second mate suddenly grew red in
the face, for he realized at once that he
had made a serious break.

But he quickly recovered his composure
and said laughingly:

“No one told me, lad, but I judged by
yer looks as that yer wuz used ter ther
northern climate. Ain’t I right about it?”

Tt was a lame excuse, and Jack thought

about the ie you allege you

asked the _ explorer.

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3

so, too, but as there was nothing particu-

larly strange about it, he said quietly:

“Oh, I’ve been up this way before.”

“How did yer happen ter ship on this
vessel? I didn’t see yer when ther regler
crew wuz shipped.”

“Oh, I came aboard when we were at
New York,” evasively answered Jack, who

| had taken an instinctive dislike to the

man.

He now turned his attention upon the
sea ahead; when his glance fell upon a-
small dark object a few points “off the
weather bow. :

As the boy paid no futher attention to
him, May strode away.

The object that arrested Jack’s attention
was drifting with the current, and as the
Roosevelt drew nearer to it, the boy be-
gan to see that it was the hulk of a dis-
mantied ship.

“Wreck off our weather bow! ”
ed.

The report was taken up, and there was
a rush of the watch to see the derelict.
And just then Peary came out on deck
and got the news.

“Steer toward it!” he shouted to the
quartermaster, and the course of the
Roosevelt was instantly changed.

“There’s someone on her, sir!” exclaimed
Jack, as they got closer to the vessel. “EI
can see what looks like someone waving a
cloth to us.”

“You have got remarkably keen sight,”
said Peary, as he raised a binocular to his
eyes and scanned the vessel. “I eould not
make out anyone with my naked glanee.
Now I can see her.”

“Her?” echoed Jack,

“it’s a woman.”

Jack soon saw that the commander had
made no error, and he asked:

“Are you going to try to pick her up?”

“Certainly. I would not leave the poor
creature to her fate on that wreck. And,
as you have the honor of having first.
discovered her, I am going to give you the
privilege of going in command of the boat
that I will dispatch to the wreck. You
can see if there are any more people there
With her, and ascertain the name of the
vessel.”

“Nothing would please me better,” said
Jack.

It was too dangerous to run the Roose-
velt close to the wreck, so when ghe ar-
rived within quarter of a mile of the vessel
the engines were slowed down, a quarter-
boat was lowered and manned, and Jack
embarked with the fur-clad crew.

“Give away,” he said to the men, when
the davit lines were cast off, and they
rowed toward the wreck.

“Help! Help!” they heard the girl
shout at the top of her voice.

“She is worried,” said Jack.
will soon reach her.”

The boat went through the ice-covered
water slowly, and within a few minutes .

he shout-

inquiringly.

“But we

“ranged up alongside of the wreck.

Seeing that she was about to be rescued,
the girl had gone into the cabin aft and
disappeared from view. cd

Seizing a dangling rope, Jack went up
to the deck, hand over hand, and as he
climbed. over the bulwark, he noticed that
the vessel was in a badly damaged condi-
tion, and was sunk low in the water.

“Her hold is evidently half full of
water,” he muttered. “We arrived just in
time. In a few hours she may sink en-
tirely.”

A couple of the sailors followed the boy
up to the deck, and just as they reached it
the girl came out of the cabin with a grip
filled with clothing.

The moment Jack’s glance Bi upon her
he gave a ery of the most intense amaze-
ment and rushed toward her, shouting ex-
citedly:

“Good heavens! It’s Grace Wilson!”

The girl paused, and staring at him in
astonishment a moment, she, too, started
forward, screaming in glad tones:

“Oh, Jack! Jack!”

And to the astonishment of the two
sailors the boy and girl ran into each
other’s arms, and kissed one another pas-
sionately.

It was a strange reunion.

As soon as they had recovered Jack ask-
ed Grace anxiously:

“Ts this ship the Pole Star?”

“Yes, Jack, it was my father’s: vessel.”

“And are you the only survivor of the
wreck?”

“T am. FEivery one took to the boats
and were drowned.”

At this moment one of the sailors shout-
ed:

Jack!
sinkin’! ”

With eries of dismay the boy and girl
rushed over to the Side.

Run fer yer life! Ther wreck is

CHAPTER IV.

THE ESQUIMAU MESSENGER.

The wreck of the Pole Star was surging
up and down in a way that showed plainly
that she was doomed to sink forever in
a very few minutes. |

The two sailors slid down the rope into
the boat with the girl’s grip, and Jack

 
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and Grace were about to follow them,
when the wreck suddenly went down at
the stern, her bow rose in the air, and there

- came a loud creaking of her timbers. The
next instant she sunk.

Jack had thrown his arm aroind Grace’s
waist, and the next moment both found
themselves struggling in the water.

“Hang onto me!” gasped the boy.

“T can’t swim, Jack!” gasped the fright-
ened girl. —

“T can take care of you.”

“Heavens! How the water is swirling!”

A fearful suction had set in at the spot
where the vessel went down, and it began
to pull the boy and girl under.

Pieces of wreckage were left floating on
the surface, but they were out of reach,
-and the boy suddenly found himself pulled
under, in spite of all his efforts to keep
afloat.

Even the quater-boat with its crew of

Even the quarter-boat with its crew of
of the vortex formed by the sinking wreck.

Down went Jack and the girl, and the
broken ice closed over their heads, making

_ their danger all the greater.

The boy was a powerful swimmer, and
although he had but one hand with which
‘to fight against the awful suction that was
dragging them under, he employed it to
such good effect that he finally managed
to force his way ahead a few yards beneath
the surface.

This brought them away from the

strongest part of the suction, and gave him

a chance to force his way to the top.

When their heads came up through the
broken ice they were ten yards from the
spot where they first went under.

The boat was some distance away, and
‘as Jack could not swim through the ice,
he shouted:

“Boat ahoy! Come this way—dquick!”

One of the sailors saw him, and telling
the others, they rowed over to the boy
and girl and pulled them into the boat.

Grace had fainted, and-both she and
Jack were badly chilled from their sub-
mersion; but Grace soon revived, and when
she saw that they were safe she co
into tears of joy.

The sailorS rowed back to the ship as
rapidly as possible, and Jack saw that
Peary and some of the crew were watch-
ing them and had eras seen the peril
they were in.

It was well they did, for when Jack and
Grace get back to the ship they found that
Peary had made preparations for them in
the form of a change of garments.

Grace was given a small stateroom, and
when Jack had changed his clothing and
went into the saloon, he found the com-
mander there.

“Well,” demanded Peary, eyeing the boy
closely, “how do. you feel?”

“As if nothing had occurred, sir.”

“You are acquainted with the girl, it
seems.” _

“She is the sweetheart I parted with at
Coney Island.”

“How strange that you should meet in
this manner!”

“T told you that her father was going
-to ship on a whaler.” ~—

“T remember your having said so.
and his crew lost?”

“Miss Wilson thinks so.”

“How did her father happen to abandon
her in such a manner?”

“She says that Captain Wilson thought
that she had gone in one of the quarter-
boats, when, as a matter of fact, she had
fallen in a faint on the floor of the cabin
and thus was left behind.”

“I’m sorry for her. She will get all the
-eare and attention we can give her, how-
ever. Do you know what happened to the
Pole Star?”

“She was caught in a heavy storm and
her masts and rigging were blown away.
She sprung a leak in her garboards, and
was in danger of filling and sinking at
‘any moment. That’s why the crew aban-
doned her.”

“Had she any cargo?”

“None at all, as she was on her way to
whaling grounds when she met with the
storm that wrecked her.”

While they were speaking Grace came
into the saloon, pale and worn, but feeling
far better than she had for some time.

She had dressed herself in a cuit of furs
taken from (her suit case which warmed
her chilled frame. Her other costume was
drying in front of the steam pipes with
which the. Roosevelt was fitted.

When, Jack introduced her to Peary, she
said to the explorer:

“T am very grateful to you, sir, for hav-
ing sent a boat’s crew to the sinking ship.

Is he

_ If you had not acted so promptly I would

have perished.”

“My dear child,” answered Peary in
kindly tones, “you owe me no gratitude. I
am only too glad that we were able to
render you any help. You have my deep-
est sympathy in your trouble, and while
you are on this vessel I want you to make
yourself perfectly at home. It will be a
great pleasure to all my men, as well as
myself, to know that we have a young lady
as a guest aboard of this ship.”

“Shall I be compelled to make the voy-

age with you, sir?”

~. Danish settlements

“We can set you ashore at one of the
along the coast of

 

Greenland if you wish. For instance, at
Upernavik——”

“No, no!” said Grace, with a shudder.
“T could not live in that dreary place. I
would far rather brave the dangers of this
voyage and go with you On this trip if
you will permit me to do so.’ *

“But some homeward-bound whaler
might pick you up and carry you home
from Greenland,” suggested Jack.

“It’s a risk I do not care to run.”

“That settlés the matter, then,” said
Peary, with a laugh, for he saw plainly
that she wanted to be near Jack during the
voyage. “You Shall go with us if you
choose to-do go.”

“Thank you, Mr. Peary.
you, then.”

A shout from the lookout who had taken
Jack’s place sent the commander out on
deck at this juncture to see what the trou-
ble was.

“An Esquimau oomiak!”
was. shouting.

“Where away?”
ing up forward.

“On our lee bow, sir.”

“Coming from the mainland?”

“Ay, ay, sir, an’ a-headin’ towards us
as fast as he can paddle.”

“Hey, Blake, port your helm!” shouted
Peary to the quartermaster.

The Roosevelt swung off on a new tack
in clear water, and the commander saw a
native canoe with a single occupant com-
ing toward them.

The fur-clad native was waving a white
rag to them, and at Peary’s order the en-
gines slackened speed, and the canoe
ranged alongside.

“Letter!” the fat little Hsquimau shout-
ed, holding up an envelope.

“Gray,” shouted Peary, “lower a bucket
to take it!”

One of the men obeyed, and Peary soon
had the letter in his hands.

He opened it and hastily read the con-
tents, a smile of pleasure crossing his face
as he did so.

Jack had come out on deck,:and stand-
ing near the commander, he leaned over
the rail and took a good look at the Esqui-
mau in the canoe.

“Well, well!”
when he finished reading the letter.
is great news.”

I will go with

the lookout

demanded Peary, run-

“This

“Was the letter addressed to yeu, sir?”

asked Jack in surprise.

“Yes. The Esquimau has evidently been
on the lookout for us for a long time to
deliver this note. It is from the captain
of the Eric Youmsee—she is my sister ship.
She joined me at Sydney, N. S. I had
gone there overland from New York, and
there look leave of my family before I em-
barked on this vessel. The Roosevelt was
delayed at the Nova Scotian port a day,
owing to a broken crank on one of the
pumping machines. I sent the Eric ahead
to visit all the settlements to secure
natives, dogs and walrus. We are to meet
at Etah. This letter tells me that the
Eric was very successful. I am going to
meet her at North Star Bay if I can, and
We will go on to Cape Sabine, on the west
coast of Grinnell Land, where I am going
to establish a base. I am then going to
restock from the Eric and push on through
Kane Basin and Kennedy and Robeson
Channels to the northerly coast of Grant
Land, where I am going to establish my
winter quarters. From that point I antici-
pate making my dash over the frozen sea
with sledges for the Pole.”

Peary now went to the rail, and address-
ing the Esquimau in his native tongue,
he asked the man:

“Where did you get this letter?”

“It was given me by the captain of the
Eric,” answered the [willik.

“How long ago?”

“Two days.”

“Were you paid?”

“Ves, I was given a good rifle and cart-
ridges.”

“Can we do anything for you?”

“Nothing. I will go if there is no more
tO; Say.” ;

“Good-by.”

The Esquimau paddled away for the
Greenland shore, and the ship was put
under a full head of steam and proceeded
on her way.

Very little ice was encountered after
that, and the most favorable weather con-
ditions prevailed until they reached Cape
Sabine.

On the day after they passed the cape
Jack was standing in the bow of the ship,
when Peary came up behind him and said:

“Jack, I am going to test your story
about that treasure to-day.”

“I am glad to hear it, sir,” replied the
boy, “for I have been afraid that Dan May
might fit out an expedition in New York
and come up here after the gold. I would
hate to have that rascal get it, after all.”

“My dear boy, within an hour we will
be at a point where we ean go ashore and
investigate the ship which you say you
saw encased in ice. If the treasure iS
aboard of her, we shall get it and bring it
aboard the Roosevelt. There will then be
small likelihood of your enemy getting any
of it, even if he does come up here.”

He walked away, and Grace joined the
boy and asked with a smile:

“What makes you look so thoughtful,
Jack?”

exclaimed the explorer,

 

“Well,” replied the boy,
close to the place where the big treasure
is of which I spoke to you, and Mr. Peary
has assured me that he. will investigate
the matter, and if the gold is still there he
will have it taken aboard this ship. If he
does that, and I should get back to civiliza-
tion with it, I shall be a very rich fel-
low.”

“Oh, my!
Jacke”

They continued talking for some time,
and were just about to walk away when
the boy suddenly caught sight of a far-
distant rock on the shore ahead of a pe-
culiar shape, and he paused and cried:

“By jove, there is my landmark now!”

“What do you mean?” asked the puzzled
girl, pausing.

“Do you see that big rock off there on
shore?”

“Plainly.”

“Well, we are to go ashore at that spot.”

“Does the treasure lie near that rock?”

“Just behind it.”

“You had better tell Mr. Peary.”

“T shall, so he can have the Roosevelt
hauled to.”

They hurried aft, and the moment they
were forward of the commander’s cabin
door a man rose up from behind a big coil
of rope, where he had been lying conceal-
ed, listening to all that was said.

It was Dan May, and he had a broad
grin upon his clean-shaven face.

He hurried away to find his partner in
rascality, so they could so arrange matters
that they would be named as part of the
boat’s crew which was to row Peary and
Jack ashore.

The boy had gone into Peary’s state-
room and cried excitedly:

“Mr. Peary, we are nearing the place
where we are to land!”

“Got your bearings, Jack?” asked the
explorer, smilingly.

“Yes, sir. Come out on deck and I will
show you the place.”

The explorer complied, and he was shown
the big rock, and turning to the helmsman,
he told him to alter the ship’s course.

An hour later the ship was opposite the
landmark.

I do hope you will get it,

CHAPTER V.
FINDING THE TREASURE.

When the quarter-boat left the Roose-
velt with Jack, Grace and Peary, Dan May
and his friend Jerry were part of the crew
at the oars.

A short row brought the vessel to the
steep shore and Jack debarked.

He assisted Grace to leave the boat, and
as Peary sprang ashore he cast a swift
glance around at the rugged scenery and
asked:

“Whereabouts
Jack?”

.“This way, sir,” answered the boy, as he
strode off with the girl. S

There were towering ice peaks and huge
hummocks all around them, around which
they had to wind their way, until at length
a great wall of ice towered up in front.

Jack led the way to the back of it, and
here they suddenly came in sight of the
wreck of a big steamship half buried in the
mass.

As the sternmost part of the hulk was
projecting from the frozen pinnacles, and
there was a gaping breach in the iron hull,
the way to get inside of the vessel was
open to them.

“Dark as pitch in there,” commented the
explorer, as he peered in.

“And we haven’t got a light with us,”
said Jack, blankly.

“Nor is there one in the quarter-boat.”

“Shall. I go back to the Roosevelt and
get one, sir?”

“No; T have a few matches in my pocket,
and they may do to show me the boxes
you spoke of. I only want one glance
at them to satisfy myself that they are
really here yet. I will then go back to
the ship, as I have got some work to do.
Tll send you the boat’s crew back, and
you may have their aid in transferring the
treasure aboard of the ship.”

“Then follow me inside and I will show
you the secret room I spoke of,” said the
boy. “The best way to do is to keep hold
of me, and we won’t get separated in the
gloom. I am familiar enough with this
craft to find my way in the darkness.”

He passed inside as he spoke, Peary and
the girl holding on to his clothing, and
they quickly found themselves passing over
the icy floor of the hold, stumbling over
obstructions and bumping against parti-
tions.

Finally Jack came to a pause and ex-
claimed:

“Light a match, please.”

“Have we reached the secret room?”
asked Peary, complying.

“T think so,” replied Jack.

As the tiny flame flared up the boy seized
an iron ring in the wall and gave it a vio-
lent pull, causing a small door in the
bulkhead to swing outward, revealing a
smaller room beyond.

“This ig the place,” said Jack.

Peary lit another match, and they went
inside.

is your treasure ship,

“we are pretty

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A small compartment was shown, in
which there was nothing but ten small
boxes, one of which had been broken open.

As the explorer bent over and looked
into the box he saw that it was filled with
English gold coins and picked one up.

“No question about this being money,”

said he, with a smile.

“I hope you are fully satisfied, sir.”

“Tam. Now I will go back and give you
a chance to get your gold aboard the ship,
Jack. Are you coming outside with me?”

“We will-go out with you, but we will
remain ashore until the men come to aid
me,” said the boy.

They passed out of the ship again, and
Peary parted with them and made his way
back to the boat on the shore.

May and Jerry were not in the boat, and
Peary missed them.

“What has become of those two men?”
he asked.

“Grimes an’ Jerry said they was a-goin’
ter have a look around afore yer returned,
sir,” one of the sailors answered, “an’ ther
lubbers ain’t come back yet. I reckon as
they will return soon——”

“Well, I am in a hurry, so you two shall
have to take me right out to the ship,”
said Peary, as he embarked. “You are to
return here and aid Jack Buntline in some
work he has got cut out for you to do.”

“Ay, sir, an’ when we gits back here I
we'll find Grimes an’ Crook
a-waitin’ fer us,” and. so saying the sailor
and his companion took up the oars and
rowed the commander out to the ship.

In the meantime Jack and Grace stood
outside the opening in the hull of the
wreck, conversing awhile about their situ-
ation.

“Tf your father is dead,” Jack was say-
ing, “you have no one but me to depend
upon now, Grace, and as soon as we get
back to civilization again I want you to
marry me. Will you, dear?”

“We are both too young yet, Jack.”

“But it may be two or three years more —

before we return,” insisted the boy in earn-
est tones, “and we will both be old enough
then. Besides, I shall be quite well off if
I manage to get this gold to New York,
and I shall then be amply able to support
a wife ih style. Give me your answer now,
Grace, and set my mind at rest.”

The young girl placed both of her little
hands into his, and looking into his eyes
trustingly, she answeréd in quiet tones:

“Very well, Jack. I know I love you
now enough to marry you.”

Her answer brought a smile of delight to
the boy’s face, and he drew her close to
him, and imprinting a sweet kiss upon her
lips, he said:

“That settles it, Grace. You cannot im-
agine how happy your answer has. made
me. From this moment I want you to look
upon me as your natural protector: I am
going to guide Mr. Peary safely to the
North Pole, and when the object of this
voyage is accomplished and we return to
the port of New York, I am going to claim
you as my bride.”

At that moment they heard a footfall be-
hind them, and turning around, they saw
May and Jerry approaching.

“Hello, Grimes,” Jack sung out. oe
brings you here?”

“Mr. Peary sent us, sir,” replied the sec-
ond mate. “He said as how yer found
some gold in this here ship, and that yer
was a-goin’ ter take it aboard 0’
Roosevelt. He ordered us ter help yer ter
fetch ther stuff out of ther ship an’ carry
it ter ther shore fer yer.”

“Got a lantern?”

“No, \sir,-but I’ve got a candle.”

“Then light it and follow me.”

The rascal obeyed, and the boy led them
to the treasure room, and pointing at the
boxes, he said:

“There are the boxes,
of here.”

The two villains saw the treasure and
grinned.

May was standing close to Jack, and he
now suddenly turned around and gave the

Carry them out

boy an unexpected blow with the butt of —

a revolver that knocked Jack senseless
upon the floor.
A shriek of dismay escaped Grace, and

she turned upon the two men with the~

anger of a tigress, and demanded in chok-
ing tones:

“What do you mean by that, you vil-
lains! ”

“Jist this!” exclaimed May, and he seized
her, and despite her screams and struggles
he flung her down and bound her wrists

behind her back and tied a handkerchief

over her mouth to keep her still.

The boy was served the same way, and
then May cried exultantly:

“Jerry, ther game is all in our hands
now!”

“Ay, ay,” answered the other. “T reckon
as we kin git away with ther gold an’ ther
gal, as long as you have fallen in love
with her an’ means ter marry her as soon
as yer gits her back ter New York.”

“Then take hold here and we'll make
sure of ther gold first.”

They at once took the boxes away and
hid them, after which Jack was thrown
into the treasure room and Grace was car-
ried away. :

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some of the crew, and as they had plenty
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The moment they reached the treasure
room and saw Jack lying on the floor,
bound hand and foot, they realized that
there had been foul play of some kind go-
ing on.

Peary released the boy, who now had
recovered, and asked him:

“For heaven’s sake, Jack, what is the
matter?”

~ Mr. Peary, two of your crew did this.”

“Who were they?”

“Grimes and Crook.”

“Stole the gold?”

“Yes; and worse than that, they have
got Grace, too.”

An angry light shone in the explorer’s
eyes, and he exclaimed:

“This is outrageous! We must capture
them and rescue the girl. We may not get
the gold, lads, but that girl’s life is far
more valuable!”

CHAPTER VI.
FIGHTING POLAR BEARS.

Several of the men had brought weapons
from the ship, and Jack got a rifle, a re-

volver and some cartridges from one of

them.

“Mr. Peary,” said he, “I know that it is
almost impossible for you to leave the
ship to go off on a hunt for those villains,
But I am engaged to be married to that
girl, and it is my business to go to her
rescue. All I need is,one man and these
weapons, and I’ll guarantee to bring Grace
back alive. But I won’t answer fer the
lives of Grimes and his pal if they have
injured a hair of that girl’s head.”

“You may have all the men you want,
Jack.”

_“Just one will do, sir.”

“Well, suit yourself. Who shall it be?”

All the man had taken a liking to Grace,
‘and every one present eagerly offered to
accompany the boy.

But he pointed at Terry O'Hara, a rol-
licking young Irishman, and asked dhe in
low, earnest tones:

“Will you go?”

“Sure, an’ nuthin’ would plaze me _bet-
ther.”

“Then arm yourself and come along.”

A few moments later they took leave af
the rest and set out inland over the frozen
‘snow, upon the surface of which they could
plainly see the imprints of the feet of
the two villains.

It led them to an ice cavern, in which
they had hidden the boxes of gold, but
neither of the boys suspected the fact that
the gold was there.

They were so intent upon running down
the fugitives that they did not go into the
cave, as the tracks led them away up the
coast, and they continued.on.

Going over the hummocky ice was not
easy, for it soon became very rough, and
they had to climb over hills and descend
slippery valleys.

Just then the Irish boy noticed a heavy
fog bank rolling toward them from the di-
rection of the water, and pointing at it, he
said:

“D’ye moind that now?”

“Too bad!” exclaimed Jack in disgust.
“Tt is going to hide every thing from view,
and make it all the harder for us to see
anything.”

“An’ there’s a Snowstorrum a-comin’
along behind it, Jack.”

“Worse and worse!”

In a few-minutes they were enveloped
in the fog and went floundering along
totally unable to see where they were ge-
ing.

It was only a few minutes later that a
blinding squall of snow struck them, and,
completely blinded by the flakes, Jack ex-
‘claimed:

“Terry, we'll have to get under shelter

somewhere, or we will get buried in this
snow in very short time. Follow me!”

Gripping each other’s hands, the two
boys faced the driving snow and started off
on another course, almost blown off their
feet.

Quarter of an hour of this rough sort of
going brought them suddenly in front of
a towering mass of ice, which must evi-
dently have been somewhere near the
shore, and here they found shelter.

Almost directly before them Jack caught
sight of a wide opening in the face of the
icy cliff, and plunging inside, followed by
Terry, he found himself in a huge, natural
cavern.

Here the boys were protected against the
storm.

Although a gray gloom had fallen with
the coming of the squall, it was fairly light
in the ice cave, and they glanced around.

“Begorra, it’s in luck we are!” chuckled
Terry. “Not a bit av ther wind what was
‘a-cuttin’ our faces gits in here, an’ it’s
“qoite warrum. How long will we have to
stay here?”

“That depends upon how long the storm
Jasts. And if I am any judge, these easter-
ly gales don’t blow out in a hurry.”

“An’ we have no food!”

“Hark! What’s that?”

They listened and distinctly heard a
sound coming frem the gloom, as if some-
one were walking along, making the ice
erackle underfoot. :

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“Terry,” whispered Jack, excitedly, “we
are not alone in here!”

“Ha! Ye mane a

“IT mean that our enemies are the only
in this
region, unless it happens to be a stray
Esquimau.”

“S’pose we thry’ ter foind out.”

“Hold your rifle in readiness for trouble,
then, and follow me.”

They moved ahead in the gloom, going
back toward the spot from whence the
suspicious sounds came, and Jack, who
was in advance, suddenly discerned a white
moving object close to the wall.

The next moment there came a ferocious
snarl, and a huge polar bear made a dash
at the two boys with a speed that was
surprising.

The monster was pretty close to Jack
before he discovered what it was, and he
raised his rifle and shot at it without aim-
ing.

The pall barely - grazed the animal’s
head, angering it, and before the boy had
time to get out of its way it reached him.

“It’s a ear!” he shouted. “Save your-
self, Terry!”

These words had scarcely left his lips
when the animal’s huge paw swept out-
ward and struck him a blow that knocked
him down.

A smothered cry of alarm escaped the
boy, and he rolled over on his back, only
to find the bear’s paws planted upon his
breast.

A yell of horror burst from the young
Irishman’s mouth when he saw the peril
his friend was in, for it seemed to Terry
that the brute would bury its fangs in
the boy at any instant now.

He raised his rifle to fire at it, but his
hands shook so from the nervous excite-
ment he was enduring that he did not
trust himself to fire.

“Bedad, I'll hit Jack if I shoot! ” he mut-
tered hoarsely.

The fallen boy did not lose his wits.

He was very familiar with such beasts
as the one that attacked him, for he had
frequently encountered them during his
former residence in the polar regions, and
knew exédetly how to fight this one.

He whipped out his hunting-knife, and
just as the bear was upon the point of at-
tacking him he drove the blade upward
into its neck.

The keen weapon was buried to the hilt,
and the brute uttered a wild roar of pain
and recoiled, bleeding from the wound.

Then Jack sprang to his feet with the
knife clutched in his hand, for he had
jerked it from its sheathe in the bear’s
throat.

“Don’t shoot!
cried the boy.

He made a rush at ‘the polar bear again
as he spoke, intending to put an end to
the brute, but the animal was game, and
it suddenly rose on its haunches, and the
next moment Jack felt its huge paws
wrapped around him in a terrible embrace
which nearly crushed the life out of him.
To his alarm he now found that his two
arms were pinioned to his sides.

“Terry!” he gasped. “Help me!

move!”
_ “Bad cess ter ther baste!” roared the
young Irishman, as he rushed forward,
brandishing his rifle by the barrel. “VU
bate ther head off av him! Luck out now,
Jack! Here I come! Take that, ye spal-
peen! ”

And bang! went the stock of his rifle
down upon the bear’s head with a whack
that echoed through the cavern.

The big beast snuffed and snorted, and
glaring at Terry, it bared its huge teeth
and let out a horrible snarl.

The contraction of its mighty paws had
given Jack a terrible squeeze, and with
his face surcharged with blood, the boy
lost his senses, and slipping out of the
animal’s grip, he fell to the icy floor total-
ly unable to help himself.

He was so close to the bear that Terry
could not do anything to aid in cee
him out of danger.

But the young Irishman’s anger. was
aroused, and. he made a second rush at
the bear, and swung his rifle against its

Leave him to me, Terry!”

I can’t

~head again heavily.

The blow almost knocked the beast over.

“Get away from there!” roared Terry,
furiously, but the monster made a pass at
him with one of its paws and, striking
Terry on the back, it sent him sprawling
on the icy floor feeling as if his back were
broken.

Jack was gasping for breath.

Relieved of that awful squeeze, he was
fast recovering.

CHAPTER VII
SAVING THE GIRL.

Polar bears are usually cowardly beasts,
but in this istance the animal attacking
the two boys was rendered desperate.

It was fighting for its life, but the fight
was in vain, for as soon as Jack recovered
he sprang to his feet with a lively recol-
lection of the awful hugging the beast
had given him, and snatching up his rifle,
he sent a bullet into the brute’s head, kill-

-ing it instantly..

Terry scrambled to his ek ratbine the

 

bruises he got from being knocked down,
and glaring at the carcass of the bear, he
roared:

“Hurroo! It’s a corpse yez have made
av ther baste entoirely, Jack.”

“Well,” said Jack, with a smile, “this
fellow has supplied us with plenty of food.
Polar bears’ meat isn’t the best in the
world, Terry, but it is a mighty good thing
to have when you haven't got anything
else.”

“Shall I carve him up?”

“Cut off his hams and skin them.”

By the time Terry had finished his task
the snowstorm began to abate its fury
and finally ceased entirely.

As soon as it was ended the two boys
emerged from the ice cave and saw the
ground was heavily coated with snow.

“Now we have lost the trail of those
two villains,” said Jack in disgust. “The
snow has covered their tracks.”

The boys now started down to the frozen
shore and made their way over the rough
ice, which the storms had heaped up on
the coast in wild confusion. A biting, cold
wind was blowing and the temperature
was then at least 25 degrees below zero.

Great icy cliffs arose ahead of them,
and as Jack went around a huge mass of
jagged ice blocks he suddenly caught sight
of a female figure standing on top of the
icy cliff overlooking the sea.

It was Grace!

She saw the boys at the same instant,
and a wild shriek broke from her lips,
and she held out her arms appealingly
toward them.

“Jack,” she screamed, wildly, “save me!”

“Heavens! There she is now!” gasped
the delighted boy, pointing up.

“Sure, an’ how kin we get up ter ther
lassie?” asked Terry, blankly.

“Why, don’t you see that rope hanging
down the face of the cliffs?” asked Jack,
excitedly. “Both Jerry and his companion
must have hung it there. I don’t see either
of them, though. I wonder how it hap-
pens that Miss Wilson is alone there?”

Then he waved his hand to the girl and
shouted:

“We'll be up there in a few minutes!”

The ice sloped upward from where the
two boys stood to a point a quarter of the
height of the cliffs, and they went climb-
ing up over the rough mass, heading for
the lower end of the rope, which was then
dangling down to a shelf, or ledge.

Up the slope they went and reached the
rope.

But to their astonishment they now
heard Grace cry out excitedly:

“Don’t come up here, Jack! Don’t come

tip

“What the deuce does she mean by
that?” gasped the astonished boy.

“Begorry,-she must be in some trouble,”
asserted Terry.

“Then I’m going right up to her aid,”
and so saying, Jack seized the rope and
began to climb up hand over hand as fast
as he could.

It was fully fifty feet to the top of the
icy cliff-top, and the boy had covered more
than half of the distance when he sudden-
ly felt a shaking of the rope, and glanced
upward.

He saw the head and shoulders of a
man leaning over the edge, and quickly
recognized the man as. Dan May.

“Stop where yer are if yer know when
yer are well off!” shouted the _ rascal,
threateningly, as he brandished a long-
bladed knife. “If yer attempt ter come up
any higher I’ll cut ther rope!”

But Terry, who was watching, fired at
Dan May and wounded him in the arm,
and he retreated, and Jack continued to
climb up.

His head soon was on a level with the
top of the cliff, and he saw Grace on the
icy plateau, struggling in the grasp of
Jerry, while the villain May was leaning
against a block of ice, nursing a wounded
arm,

Up on the cliff climbed Jack, and pull-
ing his revolver out of his belt, he aimed
and fired at Jerry.

The ball missed the rascal, but it caused
him to release the half fainting girl and
whirl around to see who fired:

“Run!” yelled May. “It’s that. blasted
boy agin!”

Jerry needed no second invitation, but
started off with his companion, and they
dodged behind the big ice blocks in a
hurry.

Jack was running forward, and Grace
was rushing toward him. .

In a moment more they met in a tight
embrace.

“Are you hurt?”
boy.

“Only frightened,” she answered.

“Where have they gone?”

“Down a path to the shore.”

“Wait here till I come back.”

He dashed away in hot pursuit of the
villains with a mighty vengeful
rankling in his heart and soon saw-the
path.

It zig-zagged between the blocks of ice,
and the two men were now out of sight
somewhere below where Jack stood.

To the astonishment of the boy he now
saw a full rigged ship lying in a small, ice-
locked harbor, while on the shore was a
quarter-boat near which stood a couple
of sailors.

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Grace now joined him and-asked:

“Can. you see them?”

“No. They have yanished.”

“See the ship?”

“What vessel is it?”

“Owned by some friend of theirs.”

; “Were they going to take you aboard of
en?” =
“That was their intention. You see, I

fainted up here, and they went down to

the ship and had a talk with some of the
crew, who came ashore, [I revived while
this was going on and overheard some of
their talk when they came back to the
top of the cliff. I judge from what they

said that the captain of the ship was a

friend of theirs, and he agreed to take me

a prisoner on the ship in. consideration of

their showing him where the gold is hidden

which they took from the wreck.”

“Did they say where they hid the gold?”

“T already know.”

“Then it is up to us to get back there
and remove it before those villains reach
the place,” said Jack. “Can you slide
@own that rope?”

“T don’t know, but I am willing to risk
ch.

“Come on, then, for Terry is no doubt
waiting below with a great deal of anxiety
to know how we are faring.”

They saw May and his companion enter
the quarter-boat with the sailors, and they

| were rowed out to the ship.

Jack and the girl now went to the edge
of the cliff, and a yell from Terry showed
that he saw them.

“How is it?” roared the young [Irish-
man.

“We are all right,” answered Jack.

“What have yer done wid thim spal-
peens?”

“They escaped,” answered Jack,
are coming down now.”

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CHAPTER VIII.
THE SHIP IN THE GLOOM.

Grace bravely slid down the rope, and
when Jack followed her, Terry met the
pair, greeted. them warmly and learned
what had happened.

“Bedad,” said he, “it’s great haste we
must make back ter ther place where thim
villains left ther gold if we wish ter save
it,”

Accordingly they set out, and following
the shore-line, they finally reached the
cave which the girl pointed out to the boys.

A quick search of the inside showed
them the ten boxes of treasure, and they
carried them down to the shore.

The quarter-boat had gone back to the
Roosevelt when the storm came up, but a
signal to the watch on deck ease 2 an-
other boat ashore.

Peary was in the boat, and he warmly
congratulated the girl upon her escape
from the two rascals who had abducted
her and stole the gold.

He closely questioned Jack about the
matter, and was very much surprised to
learn about the presence of the other ship
in that place. Peary asked:

“Did you learn the name of the ship?”

“IT made out the name on the bow to
be the Flying Seud, sir.”

“Why, I know of a whaler of that name.
She left New York for Labrador a year
ago in command of Captain Tom Clark,
and there was a mutiny on board. ~ The -
captain was set adrift in a boat with four
of his loyal men, and finally reached civil-
ization and told how his crew took pos-
session of the vessel. Nothing has ever
been heard of her since.”

When they reached the ship and were
taken aboard, Peary asked Jack to go into
his cabin, as he wished to ask the boy
about the best course to follow at that time...
of the year.

Captain Robert Bartlett,-the master of
the Roosevelt, was in the cabin, and when
Peary asked him what condition the ship
was in he said:

“The boilers are not working in a satis- :
factory manner.”

“Then we are not able to make ten knots
a day?”

“No; if we could do that, we could easily
reach latitude 85 degrees this season. I
doubt very much if we will. do it.”

“Are the conditions favorable now to
proceed?”

“AY, ‘Sit, they are.”

“Then start the Roosevelt at once toward
North Star Bay.”

The captain left the cabin to carry out
this order, leaving -the explorer and Jack
alone to talk over the future.

A base of supplies had been established
at Cape Sabine during the absence of Jack
and Peary now told him about it.

“We will have to overhaul our machinery
and take aboard the Esquimau dogs and
the walrus at Etah from the Eric,” said ~
the commander.

“Well,” replied Jack, “my guiding can
begin from now onward, At this time of
the year you will not find much ice in
Kane Basin, if you keep well to the east-
ward of Smith’s Sound, for the currents
running south sweep the floes well to the
westward, and there are but few bergs.”

It was owing to Jack’s advice that the
ship finally reached North Star Bay, but—
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The Hric was there, and she aided in
getting the Roosevelt afloat, after which
they proceeeded to Htah.

They arrived there without mishap, and
here 23 Esquimaux men and about 200
dogs were transferred to the explorer’s
ship.

While the machinery was being attended
to letters were written, and were sent back
to civilization by the Eric.

On September 5 a telegram was received
by the Peary Arctic Club in New York,
under whose auspices the voyage was
made, worded as follows:

Etah, North Greenland, Aug. 16.

Cape York was reached Aug. 7, twelve
days from Sydney. The voyage was un-
usually favorable. No ice anywhere. Na-
tives and dogs were secured, and joined
the Erik at North Star Bay Aug. 9. Trans-
ferred to Erik and Roosevelt, proceeded to
Etah immediately to overhaul machinery
and prepare for ice-fighting.’ The Hrik
visited all the settlements, securing na-
tives, dogs and walrus, joining the Roose-
velt at Etah Aug. 18.

Natives are in prosperous’ condition,
plenty of meat, abundance of dogs, and
located this season deeper in Melville Bay
and Inglefield Gulf than for years. The
Roosevelt overhauled machinery, filled
with 23 Esquimau men and some 200 dogs,
Aug. 16. Ice extends from Littleton Island
to Cape Isabella, but apparently is not
heavy. This may make the establishment
of a base at Cape Sabine difficult. No ice
was seen south of Littleton Island. All
well on board. PEARY.

When the Esquimaux came aboard, a fat
little fellow, with a flat nose, slant eyes
and jet black hair, rushed over to Jack
and began to salute him by vigorously rub-
bing his nose against the boy’s.

This was the genuine Hsquimau way of
shaking hands.

“Bsquimau Joe!” cried Jack in surprise
and delight. “Where in the world did you
come from?”

“Me glad see you, Jack,” replied the
native. “White mans pick up me an’
udders on coast. We go ’cause Peary good
friend. Me know him well when him been
here before. You go with ’em, too?”

“You bet. I am to be his guide.”

This Esquimau was an old friend of
Jack’s and he was very glad to see him
again, for they had been chums in the past.

The native had learned to speak English
at one of the Greenland coast villages from
some of the settlers.

Jack now started in talking in the Hs-
quimau language, which he could use as
fluently as he could English, and they had
- a long conversation, during which the boy
learned all there was to be gleaned from
the native, and he afterward told Peary
what Joe said.

“Esquimau-Joe is a good man for us to
have with us,” said Peary, when the boy
finished. “When I was in Greenland in
1898 I made a.good survey of some parts
of the north of the country, and incident-
ally lost some of my toes by amputation.
But it is better to have men who know
something of the land and channels beyond
the land I explored. I reached latitude
$4.12, the highest point this side of the
Pole ever attained. From Cape York to
the north end of the channel is. 360 miles,
and my experience is that the place is
nearly always filled with floating ice, which
occasionally opens in the summer. If what
Esquimau Joe says is true, however, we
may find open water all the way to the
north of Grant Land, where I wish to make
my winter quarters. I hope it is so.”

“Can’t the Roosevelt “force her way
through the ice, Mr. Peary?”

“Well, this ship is built of white oak
and steel, with an armored bow and stern
of one-inch plating. Her engines are cap-
able of 1,000 horse power, continuous, or
1,500 for short periods. That ought to
give us power enough to ram the ice. If
we get nipped, the shape of her hull is
calculated to make her rise and resist the
erush of the ice.”

After some further talk the commander
went out to see the natives.

. The Roosevelt was finally gotten under
way, and leaving Etah, she started off on
her dash for Fort Conger in a dense fog.

This, added to the gloom, made travel
very dangerous, and after mess that night
- Jack left Grace in the cabin and went out
on deck to take his trick as lookout dur-
ing the first watch.

Terry was on duty with the boy, and
both were warmly. wrapped up in fur cloth-
ing, for it was bitterly cold.

“This is a baste av a job!” growled the
young Irishman. “Shure, an’ ye can’t see
an inch athwart our course, an’ there
moight be ther loikes av an iceberg smack
in front av us fer all I’d know ontil we
hit it.”

“You'll have to listen for the sound of
the cracking ice;” replied Jack. “A berg
' usually gives warning of its presénce.”

“Well, I hear somethin’ now.”

“So do f. And it sounds like “a creak-
ing of rigging.”

- “Tf it wasn’t silly ter be afther thinkin’

» it, ’'d say that we wor moighty close to

another ship, Jack.”
The two boys strained their ears listen-
ing to the queer sounds off to the leeward,

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DAYS

 

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and now heard a muffled voice off in the
gloom, shouting:

“Ship ahoy! ”

“Ahoy!” Jack yelled back.

“Veer off ter starboard!”

“Starboard!” Jack roared at the helms-
man.

“Starboard it is!” came the reply, and
the Roosevelt fell off a few points from
the course she was then pursuing.

And only just in time, for the next mo-
ment the dim, shadowy figure of a full-
rigged ship suddenly loomed up in the fog
directly ahead.

The two vessels had _ been
straight toward each other.

The stranger looked like some huge
phantom coming out of the dark mass of
fog, and the two startled boys saw a couple
of men on her deck; in the light of a ship’s
lantern, looking like ghosts.

“Help! Help!” one of them yelled,
frantically, as he waved his cap to those
on the Roosevelt. “For heaven’s sake, save
us! Our rudder is gone, an’ we can’t man-
age ther ship. -She’s almost a wreck!”

“Thunder! I know that voice!” crief
Terry, excitedly.

“So do I,” answered Jack.
Crook!”

Just then Peary came rushing up forward
to see what the trouble was, and he ar-
rived just in time to see the strange ship
suddenly swing around and collide with
the Roosevelt. |

There was a tremendous crash that made
the Roosevelt shake.

rushing

“It’s Jerry

CHAPTER IX.
PEARY’S BOY GUIDE AT WORK.

As the two vessels came together Jack
saw two men leap from. the wreck upon
the bulwarks of the Roosevelt and cling
there for their lives.

There they clung with desperate energy,
and climbing over, they got upon the deck
of the exploring ship.

The wreck, having been turned in an-
other direction, went off in the fog and
quickly disappeared from view.

Peary had rushed to the side, and lean-
ing over, he eyed the hull of his ship,
thinking it might be stove in; but it was
not.

The planking was scraped, but there
was little damage done.

Jack had rushed over to the two men,
and as his glance fell upon their faces a
stifled cry of surprise escaped the boy.

“By jingo, it’s Dan May!”

The villain had not been able to shave
himself, and as his reddish-brown beard
and mustache had grown some, it made
him look like himself again so much that
Jack recognized him at once.

Jerry Crook rushed up to him.

“Don’t let *em drive us overboard agin,
will yer?” he pleaded.

“So Grimes is really Dan May, is he?”
demanded Jack.

“It ain’t no use lyin’ about it.
up,” assented May, reluctantly.

“And you two scoundrels abducted Miss
Wilson.”

“May wuz in love an’ thought he could
make her marry him,” growled Jerry.

Then said Jack: “Now I begin to under-
stand how I happened to get aboard of
the Roosevelt while she was at New York.
You and Jerry must have been the ones
who abducted me aboard of the very vessel
I wanted to ship on. It’s pretty plain that
you designed to get me up to this region
so you could make me tell you where the
treasure was. But you got fooled all
around, you villain!”

“T ain’t denyin’ nuthin’,” growled May.

Mr. Peary had been a silent listener to
all this dialogue, and he now stepped for-
ward, and\ shaking his finger at the two
men, he said:

“You are a nice pair of scoundrels to
have in my crew. But you shall pay dear-
ly for all your rascality. I am going to

I own

until we get back to port.”

The two men began to plead for forgive-
ness, but the commander paid no heed to
their entreaties, and calling a. couple of
sailors, he ordered them to lock the two
men down in the hold, and they were
taken away.

The ship went on, fighting her way
through the floes, and finally made her
way to the bleak and barren coast of Grant
Land.

Here she was run into a sheltered pay
and anchored off shore.

The commander then called a meeting of
the entire crew, and told them that he
intended to make that place his winter
quarters.

The deck-house of the Roosevelt was
portable, and they detached it, and it was
taken ashore and set up against the face
of a tall cliff in a nook where it was shel-
tered from the northerly wind and storms.

They had reached a point in the north
of Grant Land east of Cape Hecla, a point
about four hundred miles from the Pole.”

From this point, in the following spring,
Peary intended to start on a dash for the
Pole over the-ice with his Esquimaux in
dog sledges.

Food and supplies were landed from the

 

ship, and a few men were left aboard to

have you put in irons and stowed below

 

guard her while the rest of the party lived

on jJand.

Jack and Grace had gone ashore with
Peary and his staff of officers and scientific
men, and Terry had been put'in charge of
the crew on the ship, who were living in
the forecastle and between decks.

It was the forward deck-house in which

“the officers were living, and they weré

supplied with coal and every other com-
fort against the fearful cold which was
now setting in with the long Arctic night.

The days had grown exceedingly short,
and the wind was laden with sharp, icy
particles that stuck into the skin of any-
one exposed to them much as if they were
needles.

In the north .the leaden-hued sky was
aflame with the aurora’s beautiful colored
lights much of the time now, and the Es-
quimaux and their dogs went for shelter
in ice huts the natives built for them-
selves.

Inside of a few days they had the camp
completed, so that they were prepared for
the coldest weather and the worst of
storms.

It was then that Peary re out to the
top of the cliff with Jack, and pointing to
the north, he asked the boy:

“Are you sure you will know the way
to the Pole?”

“With Esquimau Joe I cannot fail to find
it again, sir,” answered the boy, with con-
fidence. “That vast sea of ice spread out
before us may be a blank to you, but to
me it igs an open book, sir.”

“Well, you shall soon have a chance to
show what you can do, for I am going to
set ouf with a party inside of an hour to
travel a distance of one hundred miles
north of here, where I intend to establish
a base of supplies. We shall return here,
and at the next favorable chance we will
make another trip two hundred miles dis-
tant and make a second base. Later on a
third base will be established three hun-
dred miles from this place.. I intend to
leave a couple of Esquimaux at each base.
They can build and live in igloos, and sup-
port themselves by hunting and fishing.
When the proper time comes next spring
I will form a small party to go with me
to the third base. From that point we
shall start off on our final dash for the
North Pole.”

“That’s a splendid plan, Mr. Peary,” said
Jack, thoughtfully, “as it means three way-
stations to which we can retreat in case we
have to. fall back for shelter or for food.

“Tell Esquimau Joe about the plan, and
you and he can get ready for the start,”
said the explorer, and they returneq to
the camp.

Jack put on a heavy suit of furs, armed
himself with a knife, revolver and a good
repeating rifle and went to find Joe.

The Hsquimau was with the dogs, and
he was delighted at what the boy told
him, and began to get ready, after giving
orders to some of the natives regarding
the harnessing of the dogs to the sledges.

Under Peary’s direction some of the
sailors were now loading two of the sledges
with food and supplies designed for the
first base.

Inside of two hours four sledges were
ready.

There were twelve dogs hitched to each
one.

An Esquimau driver was put on each of
the supply sledges, Joe being one of them;
Peary and a scientist, whom we will call
Dr. Wolf, got in another, and Jack was
just about to take charge of the last one
alone when he heard a silvery laugh be-
hind him and turned around.

Grace Wilson. stood behind him, attired
in a pretty little fur costume which she
had taken from her suit case.

“Going without me, Jack?” she asked,
reproachfully.

“Why, Grace, we are off on a journey of
one hundred miles, and the trip will be
fraught with all kinds of danger.”

“But Mr. Peary said I might go.”

“For my part, I’d be glad to have you
along, but I don’t think you had better
run the risk we shall have to face a

“Nonsense! [I am going, so that is all
there is about it!”

The boy made no more objections, for
he saw that it would be useless.

“All right,” said he. “I was just going
to drive over to the camp to bid you good-
by, but I guess it won’t be necessary now.
Get into the sledge and tuck that heavy
bearskin robe around you.”

Every man in the camp was out to see
them off, and as Jack put himself at the
head of the party, to show them the way,
he shouted:

“Good-by, all!”

Then he cracked the long-lashed dog
whip he carried, and as the dogs went rac-
ing away northward, dragging the sledges
behind them, the men who were left be-
hind let out a rousing cheer, and shouted

a volley of good wishes after the gallant

little party.

In a short time the sledge party was
hidden in the mist.

“Well, we are off for the Pole at last,
Mr. Peary!” shouted Jack, as the explorer
skillfully drove his sledge close beside the
one Jack was managing. “And I see that
you are an old hand at-driving dogs.”

“Oh, I’ve had some experience,” laughed
the explorer. “And I see that you are

 

perfectly “at home managing the beasts,
too.’

“During my former residence here I was .
at it all the time, sir.”

“How many miles a day should we make
with these dogs?”

“Bifty, if we give them plenty breathing
spells and feed them well. I am obliged
to you for permitting Miss Wilson to go
with us.” /

“Couldn’t possibly refuse her, my dear
boy, for she pleaded so hard. f only hope
she will be able to stand the journey.”

Inside of two hours they came to a
rugged region where the ice was all rough
masses of jagged blocks, through which it
was extremely difficult to travel, and the
men alighted and led the dogs.

Jack and Esquimau Joe had taken the
lead, and they soon reached a pass which
led them out into a big valley surrounded
by ice-clad hills.

Here the ground was all covered with
hard-packed snow, which gave it:a smooth
surface, over which the sledges glided with
ease,

“Death Valley!” suddenly
Jack, recognizing the place.

“What’s that?” asked Peary, curiously.

“This is a well-known, treacherous sur-
face,” replied the boy.

“Any danger in crossing it?”

“Lots. Joe and I had better go on in
advance on foot and see if everything is
all right for the sledges to pass over.
Come on, Joe.” .

“Yes,” assented the. Hsquimau,
him. “De dogs dey follow us.”

-Off they started, gingerly feeling ahead
every step they took. :

In this manner they proceeded about
a quarter of a mile.

Joe was now 2 little in. advance, and as
he trod upon a very smooth spot there
suddenly sounded a thunderous crash in~
front of him, and a vast cloud of snow
shot. up in the air.

The earth seemed to open as the snow
went down, leaving a huge gaping fissure
in the ground.

Poor Joe was on the edge of it, and a
wild cry of horror burst from his lips, and
he plunged down into the yawning abyss.

Jack darted forward, reaching out to
grasp and save him.

But it was a fatal move, for the Esqui-.
mau grabbed his arm, gave him a violent
jerk and down went Jack with him, Joe’s
grip relaxing as they fell.

Peary rushed ~to the edge and glared
down into the chasm to see what became
of them.

exclaimed

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A Born Fakir

R,

THE NERVIEST BOY OF ALL

By Rk. T. EMMET.

Author of “The King of Black Art,” ‘‘On Top,”
“Handy Harry, the Town Genius,” “Turned
Out West,” “Taking His Chances,” etc.

CHAPTER XXV.
THE GRIT OF THE TURF.

Suddenly John Marshail’s face cleared.

The absurdity of this stripling, green to ~
the track, daring to match him in this
game where fortunes change hands in an
hour, brought a sneer to the veteran book-
maker’s face.

“Why, you little fool,” he jeered, “what
did you want to give me all that mene,
for?”

“T didn’t—and I don’t,” Ted retorted,
coolly. “I don’t believe, Mr. Marshall,
that this is going to be your winning day.”

Moving nearer, Ted whispered in a tone ~
that no one else could hear:

“You know what it means if you do
lose! ”

John Marshall started, paling. Then in
another twinkling he had gotten his nerve
back again.

“Do you imagine it will hurt anything
more than my feelings if I do lose my
stake?” he jeered.

“It will ruin you,”
ly. r

“Bosh! Whoever knows me knows that
I am good for several times that amount.”

“Vou were,” Ted corrected.

“You seem to think, boy, that you know
a good deal about my affairs.”

“You made it necessary for me to look
into’ those affairs of yours.”

“Made it necessary?” S
“Yes; when you drove me into such 2
tight corner that I had to fight back, the
first thing I did was to look up your affairs

Téd retorted, prompt-

 
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HAPPY DAYS

 

 

pretty thoroughly.
the turf you wouldn’t have gone low in
funds. Bookmakers generally win from
their dupes. But with-a bad run of luck
against you in your two gambling houses,
and then, just as you were getting on your
feet once more, having both of them raid-
eq——_-”’

“You confounded little fool!” hissed
John Marshall. “Did you give the tips
that pulled those raids off?”

“T always keep my own business to my-
self,” grinned the young fakir, provoking-
ly. “But you can judge for yourself, John
Marshall, how well or how poorly I have
got on the track of your affairs. And you
‘know, ever better than I do, just how few
thousands you will have left if this bet of

- mine should cash in.”

“Confound you, I’ll renig that bet!”
~“And ruin yourself, both as a turfman
and a gambler?” smiled Ted Sperry, broad-
ly. “How much reputation would you have
left if you pulled in your bet? What
would every turfman and gambler say
about you? Oh, yes, you'll renig!”

Marshall’s face had turned from white
to a sickly green. -He was convulsed with
fear, for there never was a gambler who
was not a prey of superstition.

“Whatll you take to call that bet oft?”
whispered the bookmaker, hoarsely.

“T wouldn’t seli that pet out for a dollar
less than the ninety thousand that it’s
going to be worth to me.”

“Tl give you-——”

“You'll give me nothing!” Ted broke in.
“Now I’m off to watch the race.”

Marshall, too, went to see that race,
closing his stand for the day.

He could have done no more business
had he wanted to. His nerve was gone
until after that gruesome first raee was
decided.

Ted had gone up to the rail, as close to
the judges’ stand as he was allowed.

Without a dozen feet of him John Mar-
shall took his stand.

Near them both stood young Alden, a
quizzical smile on his face.

This young man who held Ted’s bet
knew what was at stake on the race.

There was a little buzz of excitement
now. The bunch of horses entered for
the first race, a mile and a furlong, were
being led out.

Ted cast eager eyes on Slosson, the horse
that carried his money and his hopes.

It was the first glimpse that Ted had
had of the “skate” unblanketed.

Slosson was an old horse, but a thor-
oughbred—a frequent winner in years
gone by.

But Slosson’s day had gone by, and the
opinion of most folks was that his owner
kept him in the string for the sake of
affording amusement and something for
the long-shot hunters to throw their coin
away on.

There was an eager study of the ani-
mals as they went through short gallops
to warm up.

Some of the more knowing ones hurried
off to drop small bets on the long shot.

Almost in a minute the betting dropped,
until only eight to one could be had
against Slosson.

Marshall’s hands were working nervous-
ly. He could hardly take his eyes away
from the “skate.”

“I’m getting on the scoundrel’s nerves,”
chuckled Ted to himseif.

Now the horses were bunching for the
start.

Marshall, his face working queerly, stole
a look at the young fakir.

But Ted was laughing and chatting with
Alden, seemingly without interest in. ‘what
was about to happen.

They were off—a fine start!

John Marshall took a deep, gasping
breath, then hardly breathed again.

Patchola was leading, Rebate second—
Slosson just behind the other tail-ender.
It was just the way the race had been
“doped out.”

But at the quarter Rebate had an inch
or two of nose to the good.

Slosson was fifth, and making a hard
fight for fourth place.

The crowd held its breath while the

“ponies” tore away for the half-mile post.

Slosson an assured fourth.

“Why, your old ‘skate’ may easily come
in third,” whispered Alden.

“Won't, though!” smiled Ted.

“Look at that old ‘skate’ go!”

Slosson was, indeed, making a magnifi-
cent effort.

At the three-quarters, with Rebate ‘lead-
ing, Slosson was third and chasing Patch-
ola with long strides.

Just before the mile was reached every-
One was guessing.

Rebate’s lead was not a long one.
Patehola and Slosson were so close to-
gether that it depended upon the point of
view as to which was ahead.

As they left the mile the crowd on the
stand and at the rail was as still as if
at a funeral.

“First! ”

Slosson had left Patchola, and now the

old “skate’s” long legs were lengthening
the stride.
Rebate’s rider, too, was at work in earn-
est.
“The ‘skate’ wins!” shouted several.
Again Marshall’s face was of a sickly
green hue, and his hands were working
conwulsively.

lf you had stuck to

 

on a few seconds were needed to dec |
cide

And now the crowd craned forward to
watch the close finish.

Rebate and. Slosson
their noses abreast.

Then, with fearful, straining strides,
both passed under the wire.

And then the climax of stupefaction.

“Slosson wins! ”

To John Marshall the words came like
the crack of doom.

Cold from head to foot, he clutched at
the rail to keep himself from falling.

The victory was Slosson’s by only a
neck—but -the length of a horse’s neck
was enough to pass a fortune from one
man to one boy.

But Ted did not tremble, thrill or flush.

He looked at John Marshall without
pity, then nudged Alden.

“You'll pay that bet on Slosson now, I
suppose?” hinted Alden, walking over to
the bookmaker.

Marshall, . breathing hard, could not
speak. . Slowly he nodded his head in the
direction of Bookmakers’ Row.

Then he tried to walk. A bystander,
seeing how weak the gambler was, gave
him an arm over to his stand.

Right behind them kept Alden, with Ted
trailing in the rear.

Near his own stand Marshall shook off
the hand that was helping him.

Steadying himself by a great effort, the
bookmaker took ‘his place.

With all his associates of the turf look-
ing on, John Marshall paid the bet.

And now, for the first time, Ted felt the
sudden thrill of success.

“Why, Great Scott,” he gasped, “Hen
and I are worth ninety thousand dollars!”

“I’ve got the checks,” whispered Alden,
coming over to him.

“Come on!” whispered Ted.

“Why—what?” —

“Keep close to me and don’t look as if
anything was up.”

Ted and his friend succeeded in losing
themselves in the crowd. Then swiftly
they got through the gate.

Here an automobile was waiting.

“Pile in!” whispered Ted.

The chauffeur, hired by our hero an hour
before, knew his part.

The great touring car went off at its
best clip.

Their whizzing ride had stopped oppo-
site one of the bank buildings of the town.

Ted had already taken the trouble toe
get himself introduced at the bank.

“Cash these checks at once, please,” he
begged, as he and Alden endorsed them.
“Any old kind of money - will’ do—only
heap it up quick!”

Then the great piles of bills began to
stack up on the counter.

Ted took the packages ‘just as they
came, without stopping to count them.
_“Ninety thousand—correct!” breathed
the young fakir. “Thank you. Come on,
Alden.

Across the street they darted to another
bank. Here Ted deposited the whole won-
derful amount to the credit of Sperry &
Putters.

And now, as they came out of the bank,
they saw a cab draw up across the street.

John Marshall got out and ran into his
own bank. \

Like a flash Ted and Aiden were across
the street, peering in through the door.

“T want you,” cried Marshall, excitedly,
“to stop payment on all certified checks
of mine of this date.”

“Sorry——”” began the
slowly. :

“Oh, yes, you will!” .Marshall almost
screamed. “If you don’t this bank will be
tied up in more lawsuits than will be good
for. it!”

“But the checks have been paid, and
the money taken from this bank,” finished
the teller.

There was a thud. John Marshall had
fallen to the bank floor, unconscious.

“Come away, Alden,” whispered the
young fakir, queerly.

seemed to have

paying-teller,

CHAPTER XXVI.
TT NEVER RAINS GOLD BUT IT POURS.

“To him that hath shall be given.”

Luck begets luck.

Once good fortune sets in it keeps com-
ing for some time.

Ted had a busy time at his office the next

morning.

In the first place, that patent brick
scheme, in which the young fakir had had
such faith, was certainly looking up.

It had done well, suddenly, in another
state, and now buyers had come to buy
up the rights in this state.

By the time that they reached an offer
of twenty thousand dollars Ted called his
partner and also sent for Mr: Jameson.

Then, with the latter as trustee in the
sale, the young fakirs sold their brick
rights, taking in return a certified check
for twenty thousand dollars.”

The purchasers had gone, and Ted lean-
ed back in his office chair for a deep
breath. :

“Mr. Jameson,” he remarked, quietly,
“when. this firm. struck town each partner
owned a new suit of clothes, unlimited
gall and a few dollars. Now we're worth

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a hundred thousand dollars,
some good paying schemes on hand be-
sides.”

“A hundred and ten thousand dollars,”
corrected Hen Putters, carefully. “Don’t
forget that other ten, Ted. ee and
twenty, you know.”

“But you didn’t like the idea of betting
on a horse race, you know,” nudged Ted.

“We won,” said Hen, briefly. “At least,
you did.”

“So that makes it all right, eh? But,
Hen, does your conscience sit straight when
a big part of your fortune was won on the
race track?”

Hen stirred uncomfortably.

“Now, I’ve been thinking,” smiled
Sperry. “When the other big financiers
get uneasy about the way they got their
money they give some of it away and
Square themselves. Don’t you think we
ought to do the same?”

“What on earth are you talking about?”
demanded Hen, while Mr. Jameson leaned
back, roaring with laughter.

“Why, I mean just this,” Ted went on.
“T haven’t felt easy about winning money
on the race track. It was a kind of gam-
bling. I never did it before, and I’ll never
do it again. I wouldn’t have done it this
time, only I had to fight back at John
Marshall by hitting the only spot I could
touch on him. But I guess I’m like the
other big financiers, Hen. Ill feel a
whole lot easier about the thing if I give
away some of my winnings.”

“We might give a hundred to some
church,” hinted Hen, slowly. “No-o, I
guess fifty will be enough.”

“Oh, you youth of small ideas!” groaned
Ted. “Now, when you’re sorry, Hen, do it
just as you do anything else, good and
plenty—the best you know how. Now, to
ease my conscience I want to offer this
town ten thousand dollars, to be devoted
to building a free gymnasium.”

Hen sat speechless, his lips parted and
his eyes rolling.

“What do you say, Mr. Jameson?” asked
our hero.

“Why, Ted, I liked your grit yesterday,
and to-day I admire your generosity.”

“No,” Sperry corrected. “You mean the
size of my sorrow. Well, Hen, is it a
20?”

-“T suppose so,”
lessly.

“Then that leaves us just a hundred
thousand. But we’re young yet, and our
earning days are not over. Cheer up,
Hen!”

“Well, I guess I’d better be going,”
smiled Mr. Jameson, rising. “I got out
of business ten years ago, and have never
wanted to go back. But if I stay around

Hen assented, spirit-

here I'll get the fever and be jumping in ‘

once more,
to you!”

Ted sat for ten minutes, lost in the day-
dream of a new scheme that was shaping
in his mind.

Then, hearing hurried steps in the outer
office, he looked up just in time to see
John Marshall shoot through the door.

The gambler looked as wild as a luna-
tic.

He fairly bounded at Ted’s desk, halted
just before the boy and leveled a revolver
at his head.

“You've got to find a way to put that
ninety thousand back in my hands. We
won’t have any nonsense or any arguing
about it. I shall keep right at your side,
Sperry, until the thing is done. If there
is any balking, or anyone interferes, then
folks will have a chance to look at the in-
side of your head! ‘I’ll kill you! Do you
understand me?”

Ted Sperry understood only too well.

Good morning, and good luck

CHAPTER XVII.

LAST WORDS.

Fizz-zz!

Bang!

A stream shot swiftly up into John Mar-
shall’s eyes.

With a yell he was now reeling and rub-
bing his eyes wildly.

He had fired, but blindly, and now the
smoking pistol lay on the floor.

The panic-stricken office-workers outside
peered in in time to see Ted Sperry leap

j up out of his chair.

Crash!

He whirled that chair over his head,
bringing it down crushingly on the gam-
bler’s skull.

Marshall fell to his knees, groaning and
throwing up his hands blindly to guard
himself.

“Telephone the police station,” shouted
Ted to one of the young lady stenogra-
phers.

Then, picking up the still smoking re-
volver, our hero looked keenly at his
enemy.

“Stay just where you are, Marshall,” he
directed, “and you won’t get hurt.”

“Bring me water for my eyes, someone,”

,moaned the gambler.

Ted nodded, and one of the young
women, bringing a glass of water, began
to bathe the wretch’s smarting eyes with
her handkerchief.

“IT thought I might fun up against

someone like you one of these days,” mut-

tered Ted, “so I always carry an ammonia
gun handy in my side jacket pocket.”

and have |.

A policeman was quickly on the scene.
He led Marshall away. Ted and Hen had
to go along to the station-house to make
the complaint.

It was time for luncheon when they went.
out, so they went to the hotel.

“Hen, ” began Ted, as they rested in
chairs on the porch after the meal, “I’m
sick of making money.”

“Wh-wh-what’s that?” gasped Hen.

“Oh, just for to-day, I mean. So if
you're agreeable I’m going to take an
afternoon off and let you run things at
the office.”

“That’s all right,” nodded Hen.
you going?”

“I may wind up at Mr. Jameson’s by and
by,” nodded the young fakir.

He did that, in fact, very soon, for
went direct to the Jameson house,

He found Tess in, but he found some-
one else in, too.

Mr. Everson, who had been in parts un-
known in Europe, had returned unexpect-
edly an hour before.

- “From. what my daughter
friends tell me,” said Mr.
ulously, “I realize that I owe you a vast
debt, Mr. Sperry.” |

“Are you prepared to settle in full, sir?”
asked Ted, quickly.

“Settle?” repeated the old man, while
Tess began to blush furiously. “I’m afraid
I—I don’t:

“I guess, sir, Tess hasn’t had time to
tell you yet that she has engaged herself
to marry me?”

This was news to the Jamesons as well.
Tess, who had risen to her feet, was turn-
ing hot and cold by spells.

“You—boy and girl—get married?”
gasped Mr. Hverson, in the utmost amaze-
ment.

“Well, Tess is old enough to care for me,
and I think I’m old enough to earn enough
to keep her as comfortably as she has been
used to. Mr. Everson, I’ve got fifty thou-
sand dollars, a car advertising business
from which I expect a few thousand a
vear, a mail business that’s still paying
well—and I believe that part of my _ refer-
ences is all right. Of course, sir; you'll
have to take time to find out a lot about
me and make sure whether I’m the sort
of fellow you can trust with the best
treasure you’ve got. But I can wait a
week, or even a fortnight, as well as not,
are

It was a jolter that took Mr. Everson at
least a day to get fully over.

But as the days went on Mr. Everson
began to feel more and more that Ted
Sperry hadn’t overstated his case.

There was really no earthly reason why
the young people shouldn’t marry, and
in the early fall they did.

They’re still very, very young, but the
happiest couple alive.

Tess’s brother was found soon after.

He had gone far on the down road, lured
there by John Marshall, who, having seen
and fallen in love with Tess, had done
the best he could to push his suit by get-
ting Fred Everson absolutely in his power.

But now Fred, thanks largely to Ted’s
earnest efforts, was brought back to the
straight path.

Marshall himself is behind the bars.

He has some time left to serve for that
murderous assault committed upon ‘the
young fakir.

The case of alleged arson that Marshall
had worked up against the young fakirs
fell to the ground at the next hearing.

The young physician, Marshall’s dupe,
who was relied upon as the star witness,
discovered how much Ted knew about his
connection with the gambler and fied the
town. The other two alleged “witnesses”
did the same thing.

Ted and Hen are now solidly fixed in
life.

Their car advertising business succeeded
even better than they had expected it to
do.

Hen looks after that now.

He also looks after the mail order busi-_
ness.

That has dropped a tittle in its paying
qualities, but it is still a good feature of
their business.

By the time that plays out Ted will have
a new scheme.

We often hear that the good old days
have gone by when fortunes could be piled
up. The truth is that fortunes—great
ones—are made more swiftly to-day than
ever—by those who think instead of think-
ing they think.

Ted Sperry, with his young wife,
happy as the day is long.

And Hen? Well, Hen has a sweetheart,
and she is one of the nicest girls in the
town.

Her is engaged to her, but he wants to
save a little more money before he mar-
ries.

There is no hurry, anyway, ae the girl
will wait. :

Hen always was cautious!

THE END.

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THE JEWEL OF THE JUNGLE

AN AMERICAN BOY IN ASIA

By CORNELIUS SHEA
Author of ‘‘Short-Stop Sam,” “Will Walker's Wish,” “The Shanhaied Boys,” “The

Boy from New York,” ‘‘Sawdust Dave,”

CHAPTER X.
HARRY MEETS A KING AND QUEEN.

Harry Benton was very much excited
when he saw the casket with the jewel
in it lying on the center of the table.

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at him in amazement, while the two robed
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Jewel of the Jungle?” the girl asked, step-
ping to the table hurriedly and laying a
finger upon the jewel in the casket.

“Why—er—I started out from Calcutta
to help find that very thing,” the boy an-
swered, confusedly. “That is, I think this
is the identical jewel.”

“Why did you want to find a jewel?”
went on Lilatene, while the two robed
figures stood in a listening attitude, as
though they were afraid they might not
catch every word the young American
might say.

“Well, Lilatene,” he answered, realizing
that he had made a mistake and wishing
to square himself if he could, “I did not
want to find any jewel at all; I merely was
hired by a man from my own country

chose to call the Jewel of the Jungle. I
heard it described by the Hindoo, who had
been the means of making him begin the
search, and as the description tallies
exactly with that casket lying there, I
could not refrain from making the excla-
mation I did when I saw it.”

“Ah! The man you call Professor Brad-
bury is looking for the Jewel of the Jungle,
then?”

“Yes, Lilatene.”

Harry was bound to call her by the name
she had told him to, no matter if he had
made a mistake in showing surprise and
speaking of the casket of jewels.

“And you were hired to come with him?”

“Yes, but not that I took any stock in
the story that the Hindoo told about the
wonderful Jewel of the Jungle. I was
stranded in a foreign land and was very
anxious to get on a ship that was going
to the United States, but when I thought
of the adventures I might meet with if I
came with the professor, I accepted his
offer. It was the same way with the Irish
boy I told you of.”

“I believe- what you say, Harry, and

 

now I will allow.you a privilege that few

to come with him to search for what he

‘Only a Kid” ete.

i white people have had; I take pleasure in

introducing you to my father, the Invisible
King.”

The taller of the robed figures bowed
rather stiffly, and, not to be outdone, the
American boy returned the bow in the
same manner.

“My mother, the queen, Harry Benton.”

It was a very polite bow that the other
robed figure gave, and Harry responded

 

gracefully.

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HARRY REALIZED THE AWFUL DANGER OF THE WHITE PRINCESS OF THE JUNGLE,
GRABBED THE RIFLE FROM HIM, AND TAKING

A QUICK AIM

ways, and you cannot be other than sar-
castic when speaking of royalty. I can
read your thoughts this very instant,
young man! You think that it is more of
a burlesque. that you are being treated
to than anything solemn and real. Well,
perhaps it is just as well for you to feel
that way. But the viceroy and the officials
under him would not think that way if
they were here, I assure you. While royal
blood surely runs through my veins, and
I call myself a king, I am but paving the
way to make India a vast-—republic that
will, when the time comes, be run on lines
similar to your own United States. More
than that I cannot tell you now. But I
assure you that you are the first young
man the princess has ever taken an inter-
est in, and on that account you are wel-
come to the Land of the Invisible King.”

“Thank you!” exclaimed Harry, not
knowing what else to Say.

The king nodded and then quickly cov-
ered his face so not a particle of his fea-
tures could be seen.

Lilatene smiled in an encouraging way
at the boy, and then, touching a silver

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MAMI

AND RUSHING TO MEET DAN,

AT THE BEAST, PULLED THE TRIGGER.

THE TIGER HAD MADE THE LEAP, BUT THE BULLET HAD FOUND ITS MARK.

“Now that we are acquainted, we will
eat breakfast,” said the White Princess.
“Sit down, Harry Benton.”

The boy obeyed.

He could see that the Invisible King,
as he was called, did not take over kindly
to him, and he naturally concluded that
it was on account of what he had said of
the jewel.

But he knew that he had the friendship
of Lilatene, and that was sufficient to make
him feel quite at his ease. The queen,
too, had shown signs of being friendly to
him. :

The king and queen sat down at the
table, and then our hero followed suit.

They sat opposite to each other, so Harry
found himself facing Lilatene when she
sank gracefully into the chair,

Then, before another word was Said, the
queen lifted her veil and flung it aside,
revealing a face that bore a strong re-
semblance to that of the White Princess.

She smiled at Harry and then looked
questioningly at the robed man, who was
called the Invisible King.

There seemed to be some hesitation on
his part, but after a second or two he
threw aside his veil, and then it was that
our hero beheld the face of a man who
was. evidently stern and tenacious to a set
purpose.

The very lines of his face told that, and
though he had never made much of a
study of character by reading a person’s
face, our hero* could readily understand
that this man was what in this country is
termed a “crank.”

“T’am glad to behold the face of. your
royal highness,” the boy hastened to say,
thinking that it was just as well to keep
up the air of indifference he had assumed.
“As so few have seen it, I feel highly
honored.”

“If the princess had not told me you
were an American I would have known it,
after hearing that remark,” was the re-
tort. “Your people are very blunt in your

 

bell that sat near the jewel casket, sank
back in her chair in an attitude of wait-
ing. as

The tinkle of the bell had scarcely died
out when footsteps were heard coming.

The queen hastily drew the veil over
her face, and then two servants entered,
bearing silver trays containing the. choic-
est of eatables. .

Harry Benton was very hungry, and the
sight of the good things made his appe-
tite all the keener. ;

“T guess I can get away with my share
of that food,” he thought.- “It is too bad
that Dan and the professor are not here to
enjoy this. It is a far better breakfast
than they will have this morning, I am
sure.”

“Forget any worry that you may have
on your mind and eat,” said Lilatene,
smiling so sweetly that our hero felt that
it was worth the while to be away from
his friends, after all.

The servants retired and then both the
king and queen removed their heavy veils
again and the breakfast began.

Harry had not eaten a finer breakfast in
his life, and he thoroughly enjoyed it.

The coffee was excellent, too, and though
not used to eating in the presence of
royalty, when he put his cup down as the
last act in the performance, he felt that.
he had conducted himself as well as any-
one could have done, no matter where they
were raised, or how mannerly they were.

They all arose from the table together,
and bowing to him, the king and queen
again covered their faces and left the
room, the fair girl remaining with Harry.

“Well, Lilatene,” said the boy, looking
at her and smiling, “I am certainly much
obliged for the fine breakfast I have been
treated to. Now I am going to request
you to allow me to join my friends, who
must be a great deal worried over my dis-
appearance.” -

“There is but one way that you can join

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BILLY BUTT-IN

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ALWAYS PUTTING IN HIS OAR

By TOM

TEASER

Author of “Rubber,” “Wally,” “Hodge, Podge and Dodge,” “Jim Jump,” ‘Mat, the
Mimic,” “The Schoolboy Minstrels,” ‘“‘Little Vow,” etc., ete.

PART XI.

_ The boys were having lots of fun coast-
ing down that steep street.

It was in an out-of-the-way neighbor-
hood and there was no danger.

Besides that, the boys had been given
permission to coast on one Side every
afternoon. ee

Billy did not know that.

He did not even stop to ask.

 

 

The boys simply laughed. :

“Ah, go on, the cops leave us slide here.”

“Go chase yourself, Mr. Butt-in.”

“What have you got to say about it,
anyhow?”

Billy was not satisfied till he saw a. po-
liceman.

This gentleman assured him that the.

boys had permission to coast on that par-
ticular street.
“What are you butting in for, anyhow?”

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“That’s so, Billy; I shouldn’t wonder if
you could.”

“Sure I ean,” answered Billy, snapping
at the bait. “I’ve lots of ideas. You take
me in and I’ll make the show a hummer.”

“What we want is something to make
them laugh,” Tom went on.

“That’s the ticket. I'll show you lots
of funny things. You just leave it to me.”

Tom winked and asked Billy to show
them a few samples out of his box of
tricks.

The others did not offer a bit of objec-
tion to see some fun.

Billy made a few suggestions.

They had been good ones.

Now they were entirely out. of date.

Then he told some jokes which he
thought they might use.

These were older than the oldest negro
minstrel known.

“Those are great,” said Tom, soberly.
“You've got a great head, Billy.”

Tom nearly had a fit when he heard
those old jokes.

 

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it

though, and
Billy swallow-
ed. it.

The other
fellows declar-
ed them the
fun niv-est
things they
ever heard
and laughed
immoder-
ately.

Those jokes

were very old

- long. before
the boys were
born.

They hag all
heard them
dozens of
times ever
since they
could remem-
ber.

H owever,
they took
their cue from
Tom and said
they were the
best ever.

“You want
to make me
an end man,”
said Billy. “I
know all
about it. Vil
sing a funny
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‘something to
make them
laugh, you
know.”

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own idéa for
making them
laugh, but he
did not say
anything to

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BILLY WAS RIGHT IN THE way. HE WAS UPSET BY THAT FLYING SLED.
EVERY BOY IN THE PROCESSION GOT AT LEAST ONE.

DIRECTIONS.

BILLY

_ ON HIS BACK AND SHOT DOWNHILL.

He just interfered, as he was always do-
ing. ,

With his bundles in his arms he stood
on the curb and lectured those boys about
the errors of their ways.

They had no right to go coasting down
the street. :

They might break some one’s arm or
leg, if not their own.

They might run into a car and get hurt.

He lectured the whole gang going down

: and then coming up again. _

The boys only laughed.

Then he ‘threatened to have them ar-
rested. :

Next he kicked up the snow, so that

there was.a bare spot on the walk.

+. That madé "the boys mad. .

_ the first.

Some of them had begun to come down
ain. = ae *
‘One of them steered so as to run into
Billy.
He had no intention of doing so.
Billy thought he did and turned out of
the way.
Out of the way of the first boy, that
is. »
' Not out of danger from the second, how-
ever.
He did not take the route followed by
Billy was right in the way.
He was upset by that flying sled.
Away went his bundles in all directions.

_! very boy in the procession got at least

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; One, =:
Billy lighted on his back and shot down-
hill.

He got to the bottom almost as soon as

the sleds did. :

The boys set up a howl of delight.

Revenge is sweet.

Billy picked himself up and then looked
after his bundles. | S

He had no trouble in finding. them

The boys fired them at him.

He sputtered and fumed and threatened

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he asked.
street?”

Billy confessed that he did not.

“Then get out of here, or I’ll have you
locked up as a nuisance,” the man said.

Billy took the hint and got a move on
him,

He didn’t think he had done anything
out of the way, and as he brushed the
snow off his clothes, remarked to him-
self:

“How did I know that they had leave
to coast there? -It’s a dangerous practice,
and I did just right to talk to them.”

You see, it was hard to convince BiNy
that his officiousness was not all right and
proper.

Not long after this the boys in the house
concluded to get up a minstrel show.

There were several good singers among
them, one or two could play, and they
were ail good actors.

With the aid of a few others they could

“Do you own property in the

.get up a first-class show, and it was for

the purpose of: getting together and start-
ing things that they met in Mrs. Hash-
well’s parlor one night.

They were going to charge admission to
the show, and the money they made would
go to buy a nice present for the landlady,
who had always treated them first-class.

While they were talking in came Billy.

They had not asked him because they
did. not want him.

He could not sing, nor play on anything
nor act. :

In addition to that he would want to
run the whole business. =

He heard what they were talking about
and had something to say at once.

“That’s all right,” he said. “That’s a
fine idea. I’ve seen lots of minstrel shows,

{and I can give you points.”

Tom was in the. crowd, having been
asked by Jim and Joe to go in with them.

AWAY WENT HIS BUNDLES IN ALL

 

He gave the others a wink and then

four end
men,” he said,
“and change
them in the
firs — part.
That’s the way they do it nowadays.”

Billy had no objection to that.

As long as he was an end man he didn’t
care how many they had.

The rehearsals went right on for the
show.

Billy was not at them.

He thought he was, but the real re-
hearsals were held when he was not there.

There was really no use for him, not
even as a dummy.

He couldn’t sing, he couldn’t dance, he
couldn’t do anything.

His jokes were musty, he had no good
acts, and he was simply out of it as a
nigger minstrel. :

Whatever else he might do, he was not
in it on that line.

The boys didn’t say anything, but let
him think he was going to be the star
of the show.

It was not very long before the auspi-
cious evening arrived.

Mrs. Hashwell’s saloon parlors were
packed. :

There was a neat little stage rigged up
at one end, and the boys made up in their
rooms and came down the back stairs.

They had a raised stage and footlights,
a curtain and three or four sets of scenery,
and everything was in fine shape. :

Billy did not see one of the programmes
before the show was oR.

They were purposely kept away from:
him. z

If he had seen them he might have
guessed something. ~

The boys were making-up and helping
each other. :

Tom blacked up and then offered to do
the same for Billy. =

Somebody ran off with the looking-glass,
but Tom said it didn’t matter. :

“There you are,” he said.
fine—just like a real coon.”
Tom did, at any rate.

. With his face made up a deep brow,
not a gray black, and his lips reddened

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collar, he looked as if he might be a porter
in a sleeping car or a waiter in a swell.
restaurant. -

Billy did not look altogether like that.

Burned cork does not give the natural
darky look, no matter how smoothly you
put it on.

And Billy’s did not cover all his face.

He looked more like a South Sea
Islander than a coon.

His face was simply striped with black,
not covered.

Everybody said he looked fine, and he
believed it.

The boys took their places in front of
their chairs and the curtain went up.

“Be seated, gentlemen,” said Joe, in the
usual dignified manner of the middle man.

They sat down.

“We will begin the evening’s entertain-
ment with the overture,” Joe announced.
' The boys gave a rattling overture, and
Billy thought it was time for him to take
his seat.

He came in at one of the side entrances.

Instantly there was a howl. :

Billy took it for applause.

It was not.

He bowed all the same.

Then there were more howls.

. And remarks.

Not complimentary ones, either.

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“That’s just what it is!”

“How did he get in?”

“Did you ever see such a sight?”

“He’s awful funny—I guess not!”

“He’s no good!”

“Fire him out!”

“Put him under the pump!”

“Wash his face!”

Then some one put a looking-glass in
front of Billy.

He didn’t know himself.

“Is that what you call blacking up?” he
asked.

That sent the audience off again.

Billy dropped.

However, he wasn’t going to be bluffed.

“That’s all right, fellows,” he said, “but
just wait till you hear this.”

Then he got off one of his moth-eaten
jokes.

The folks in front groaned. 5

“Ah, say, is it all going to be like that?”

“Have you got the gall to ask pay for
such rubbish?” .

“T thought we were going to have a good
show.”

“Hold on, folks,” said Tom, who was
one of the end men. “Sit down, Mr.
Butts.”

“Yes, and go’ away back and do
laughed some one.

Billy slipped out.

He listened from behind the scenes.

Tom told a funny story that was not a
hundred years old, and then he and Jim
and Joe fired funny things back and forth |
and kept the room in a gale.

Then there were funny songs and more
jokes and not one of them was in Billy’s
list.

It finally dawned upon him that he had
been roasted, and all for butting in.

“We will now change end men,” said
Joe in a solemn tone.

Thereupon Tom and Jim changed places,
bones becoming tambourine and viee versa.

That made another howl.

Billy did not wait to see any more of
the show.

He went upstairs, washed his face and
sulked for the rest of the evening.

Even that did cure him altogether of
putting in his oar.

It feazed him a little, but not enough.

It was not long before he was doing
nearly as bad as ever again.

This time it was the long,
Finnegan who got caught.

It seemed all right to Billy, who thought
he was only doing his duty.

And yet, if he had stopped to think, he
would have known that it was none of his
business.

The trouble with Billy was that he didg —
not discriminate with doing one’s duty and
simple officiousness. :

Billy was going through a narrow little
side street one day when he heard two
boys talking. é :

“He can lick the lung out of him,” said
one, :

“Ah, go on, he can’t.” ;

“Well, you put your money on him and
see.”

“T say he can’t.”

“Just come in this afternoon and see,
then,” said the other. |

Billy was greatly interested in all this.

There was evidently going to bea prize-.
fight that very day, and it was his duty to
stop: it.

He listened still further and found just
when and where the scrap was to be held.

Then he decided that it must not take
place. me

Prizefighting was contrary to law, and
he must stop it.

He would report the affair to the police
and then see that the law was enforced.

No sooner thought of than he hunted
up Finnegan. ‘

“Say, Finnegan, there’s going to be a
prizefight this afternoon.”

“Go on. Where is it?” SEN

“Around the corner in a back room.”
“-Go_on.”

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$gaid Finnegan again.

“Yes, there is, and it’s between Corbett
and Fitz. It’s going to be a big thing.”

“Troth, then, this is the forst time I’ve
h’ard of it,” said the cop, greatly sur-
prised.

“Well,
keeping
stopped.”

“ Go on, bahay

it’s so, all the same. They’re
it dark. They ought to be

“Faith, I don’t see why they’re making |

a secret av it. All New York would go to
see it av they knew it.”

“Well, they are, and it ought to he
stopped.”

“Stop a fine fight like that?” cried Fin-
negan. . “Sure, that’d be a pity.”

“But it’s against the law, Finnegan, and
if you don’t stop it I'll report you.’

“Go on,” said the cop.

“Yes, I will. I’ve given you the tip,
and it’s. your business to take it. If you
don’t I’ll give it to some one else, and
he’ll get all the glory and you'll get fired. -

“Vis; but, sor, are yez sure that it’s goin’
to be pulled off?”

“Certainly. Didn’t 1 hear all about it?”

“And it’s. Fitz and: Corbett, for sure?”

“Certainly. I heard the names as plain
as could. be.”

That was true enough.

Those were the names the boys had
used.

Finnegan was not convinced, but he had
to act all the same.

, “Well, show me the place,” he said, “and
Pll run them in, all right.”

What Finnegan really wanted was to
see the fight.

He didn’t care to stop it, for it wasn’t
oiten that he had a chance to see a first-
class fistic encounter.

He would go in, therefore, look at the
fight, and, if his favorite seemed to be
getting the worst of it, put a stop to the
proceedings.

“Show me the place,” he said to Billy
once more.

Billy went ahead.

Pretty soon Finnegan heard shouts and
cheers, as if from a lot of boys, and
thought nothing of it.

Then suddenly Billy led him along a
hall into a dingy back room, where, in a
six-foot ring, two boys, with big boxing
gloves on their hands, were having what
they dignified as a glove contest.

It wasn’t.

It was simply an exhibition of: the want
of skill of two boys.”

Bach was afraid to hit the other, and
the dancing about and dodging that were
resorted to would haye disgusted a real
fighter.

The boys looking on encouraged them by
cheers and shouts, and called them -by the
names of two prominent pugilists.

Finnegan was disgusted.

He saw at once that this was simply a
gathering of boys who were ambitious to
become fighters, but who did not know the
first rudiments of the game.

“Get eout av here!” he cried in dis-
gust.

This was the first the boys knew of the
cop’s presence.

They got out and no mistake.

They made one rush, principles, seconds
and spectators.

Before Finnegan knew it he was upset,
big as he was.

Out rushed the boys, some of them over
him, for no one thought of being polite at
that time.

Billy was hustled about, but did not
suffer half as bad as the cop.

The latter’s dignity was very much
ruffied.

“Bad luck to ye entirely wid yer buttin’
in,” he growled. “Sure, ye do be all the
time gettin’ me into throuble wid yer
schemes.”

Then he sailed off down the street, and
Billy went the other way, feeling sore
that he should have been blamed for the
business.

@ it was not long after that, on a holiday
affernoon,. that Billy was up at the park
lake again haying a good time on the ice.

As it happened, both Finnegan and Port-
Jand Cement~had the afternoon to them-
selves.

It also happened that they presently
met and recognized each other,

At the same time Billy went gliding by
on skates.

“How are yez, nagur?” asked Finnegan.

“Putty good,l’ish. How’s you’se’f?”

“Fine. Do yez see who’s gone by?”

“Reckon I does.: Dat’s dat Billy Butt-in,
who’m all de time makin’ trouble fo’
me.”

“Well, naow, I hov an idee. Troth, the
both av us have been worried be that bye
more than a little.”

“Dat’s raight, sah, we has.”

“Come wid me an’ I’ll show yez a foine
way to get aven wid him.”

Portland was very willing.

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Going on a Torchlight
Procession

By 4 ED.’’

T have been on a torchlight procession,
and candor compels me to say that I think
I can exist without going on another one.

Maybe they don’t kill you as quick as
the festive cucumber or biographies of vir-
tuous bootblacks, yet still they gradually
undermine your constitution.

It was at the earnest entreaty of several
friends of mine—who wanted me to stay
home—that “I turned out wid the byes.”

Of course [ had a uniform.

Yea!

And it was a uniform that- completely
dazzled the eyes of all beholders, and
awakened contemplative thoughts in the
minds of the most giddy.

Let me describe it.

On my flowing locks, or raven tresses,
just as you please, I wore a beautiful
pasteboard cap, encompassed by red, white
and blue stripes, reminding one forcibly
of a stunted barber’s pole. Then my manly
chest was covered by a red shirt (awaken-
ing fond memories of the old volunteer fire
department,) and my le—beg pardon,
ladies—my ower limbs were encased in a
pair of blue unmentionables, putting me
in mind of nothing in particular.

The next thing to do, after clothing my-
self in this admirable costume, was to go
down in the street and mount my horse.

For know, all you envious boys of -New
York, that I have a horse.

He was. a nice horse, and the man of
whom I borrowed him, being a philoso-
pher, named him Agony. ;

It was a very appropriate name, for
when he wasn’t calmly reposing on his
hind quarters and thinking about his an-
cestors, he stood on one ear and wiped his
nose with both front feet.

Therefore, perhaps, I was not as serene-
ly joyful.as I ought to have been.

But still I felt better when I mounted
him, and carrying my blazing torch gayly
in one stirrup, I moved on to the place of
rendezvous, accompanied by a_ ribald
crowd of young ragamuffins, who sarcas-
tically alluded to me as “the living lead
pencil on der old bone rack.”

Such are the golden encomiums that
modest worth wins from a discerning pop-
ulace. (Sentence patented.)

Arriving at the spot where we were to
start in glorious procession, I found it oc-
cupied by numerous other youths like my-
self, most of them trying painfully not to
laugh at the ludicrous jokes which a
merry-faced youngster was reading.

Indeed, we all comprehended the solem-
nity of the occasion, and appeared like a
family of circus clowns, come to attend the
funeral of one of their number, in pro-
fessional dress.

By and by, however, the order came in
husky accents:

“Forward, march!”

And we forwarded.

Owing to the perverseness of our horses,
those who didn’t go sideways went back-
wards.

There was consternation for a few mo-
ments, and then a shining, intellectual
genius arranged matters by sending a rider,

with a quadruped that could be depended

upon, ahead of us all, armed with a bag of
oats.

This scheme worked like a watch-charm.

Our horses all pressed forward with a
sameness of mind surprising to witness.

What happened for the next mile or so
I cannot tell, as my villainous cap persist-
ed in resting on the edge of my nose, ef-
fectually closing my sight.

Owing to the circumstances, my torch
became unmanageable, and the nice young
man, who had all of his hair burnt off by
that irresponsible instrument, will please
accept my humblest apologies.

At last, however, we arrived at the resi-
dence of Mr. Blumberbacker Bumblewick.

Mr. Blumberbacker, etc.; being one of
our candidates, had his house maegnificent-
ly illumined with tallow candles, at the
reckless expenditure of nearly four shil-
lings, and consequently we Deebatet to do
him honor.

Our noble captain eattoed to the front
in a high rate of perspiration, and waving
his tremendous sword, which he had re-
garded all the evening with referential
awe, around his head, to the great discom-
fiture of all around him, exclaimed in
clarion tones:

“Hooray for old Bumblewick!”

“Hooray!” howled the enthusiastic
crowd, and. with a will the three usual
cheers were given, supplemented by that

| wonderful beast, the “tiger!”

Then Mr. Bumblewick responded.
Being a short, stumpy chap, who looked
as if he had been put in a cheese box dur-

ing his infancy, and compelled..to stay

there until manhood, he had to address us
from an eminence.
He selected .the gate post, and clamber-
ing up, addressed us as follows:
“Gentlemen, I am. proud and happy

and happy and proud to see you here this |
I feel that anything else-

lovely evening.

 

which I might say would be superfluous,
therefore allow me to close by simply say-
ing, Friends, in my yard stands a barrel of
cider.”

If my companions would have gone for
an enemy with the lightning-like alacrity
with which they put for that barrel of
cider, they would never have found human
beings rash enough to withstand them.

But I will say one thing: That cider
was good—positively “bully,” as one earn-
est drinker remarked, as he wiped his
mouth with the back of his hand.

The rest of the company thought so, too,
and the ingenuity which they displayed in
getting a drink was something remark-
able.

Some sipped from the bung-hole, others
balanced themselves on the barrel’s edge
and drank out of the top, while still others
took advantage of every weak spot in the
wood and inserted straws.

Alas, for that torchlight procession.

The cider, being hard, effectually did the
work.

Inside of an hour every individual torch-
lighter (except myself, of course) was so
glorious tight that he couldn’t tell his
horse from a haystack.

So, remembering the old motto about
evil associations, and so on, I quietly left.

But before I went the happy patriots
had pulled down Mr. Bumblewick’s front
fence, and had built a blazing bonfire in
his honor with it.

And when he came out and remonsirat-
ed, they told him he was a miserable
traitor, and dumped him in the empty
cider barrel.

Moral: Candidates, never say cider to
a thirsty torchlight procession.

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your friends, Harry,” was the reply, “and
that is for them to come to you. I will
see that they are brought here.”

“Thank you, Lilatene. Bring my friends
here unharmed and I shall be perfectly
happy.”

“They shall be brought here, Harry. I
have the consent of my father, the king,
and they shall be brought here. But they
must remain here, the same as yourself.”

“All right; I guess we will take the
chances. of staying here in the domain of
the Invisible King.”

“It may not be for long, and it may be
for years, but as soon as my father ac-

complishes his purpose you will be free to.

go where and when you please

Harry nodded. He was not worried
about being held a prisoner in the wilds
of the jungle. It occurred to him that it
would not be such a hard thing to do to
get away when they felt like going.

“Come!” said Lilatene’'a moment later.
“We will go and look for your friends.”

Nothing suited the boy better, so he
followed her through the.doorway the king
and queen had passed through a short time
before and found himself in a cavernous
place that had a wide opening, and
through the opening Harry saw the outside
world, with its golden sunlight and luxuri-
ant vegetation.

He hastened after the beautiful girl as
she led the way to the opening, and just
as they reached it a yell of fear rang out
from a clump of trees near at hand, and
the next instant who should appear but
Dan O’Brien, the Irish lad!

CHAPTER XI.

HOW HARRY SAVED THE LIFE OF THE
PRINCESS.

Dan O’Brien was bent on finding some
traces of the lost American boy, whom
he had learned to love as though he
had been a brother, and when the search
among the ruins began he went at it with
a will.

But the broken stones, evidences of
ancient. sculpture, and tangled mass of
undergrowth constituted a puzzle for the
Trish lad, and he got bewildered.

The first thing he knew he was out. of
sight of the professor and Ditta Lall.

When he at length found himself in a
little hollow that was. overgrown with
rank vegetation he turned and gazed about
him in blank dismay.

A broken shaft of granite showed its
jagged end before him, and about this were
twined an endless mass of vines.

He started to leave the place, and in do-
ing so placed his hand unconsciously upon
the piece of granite.

Then something happened that the poy
was entirely unprepared for.

‘that tumbled down so long ago.

 

The piece of granite tumbled over, and ~
before Dan could eatch himself he went
with it.

There was the sound of falling dirt and
stones, and then both boy and the’ broken
shaft. disappeared from the light of day.

It. may be truly said that there was
never a more frightened boy than Dan
O’Brien at that moment.

Down he went through an opening in

-the ground, and striking a smooth slab of

stone in his descent, which must have laid
at an angle, he tumbled over and over.
and finally brought up into a musty-smell-
ing vault entirely unhurt, but pretty bad-
ly shaken up.

When he found himself falling the boy
had opened his mouth to let out a cry,
but his power of speech faileg to respond,
so frightened was he, and even when he
landed into the vault it did not return to
him right away.

And when it did finally return he chang-
ed his mind about shouting and simply
uttered the words:

“I am dead and in me grave, so I am!”

Then he sat on the ground in silence
for the space of four or five minutes, look-
ing upward, as though trying to see where
he had dropped from.

But to all appearances the opening had
closed, for not the least ray of daylight
came in.

Fear is a thing that is bound to wear
away, and when he had pinched himself
and tapped his head two or three times
he gave a nod and came to the-conclusion
that, though he might be buried, he was
not dead.

“Bedad, I believe I will be after tryin’.
to get out of here,” he muttered. “I won-
der if it could have been a place loike this
that Harry was after tumblin’ in when
the whoite light came up and the beautiful
girl showed up last night? If it was it
must be that there is no way of gettin’
out, bedad!”

He felt easier when he had delivered
himself of these thoughts, and rising to
his feet, he felt for the box of matches he
carried.

He_ struck one, and as the flickering
flame illumined the place he gazed about
him and found that it looked a great deal
like a cellar,

There was an arched passage leading
from it, too,.and the moment his eyes
noted this he started for it.

“Bedad, I might be able to get out of
here, after’all,” he thought. “This is after
bein’ ther cellar of ther big stone house
Wouldn’t
it be great if I was to foind Harry alive,
after all!”

As the match died out he struck another
one. He was now in the arched passage,
which was easily large enough to drive a
team of horses through.

Dan started resolutely ahead.

There was a turn a few feet ahead, and
when he reached it a cry of joy came from
his lips.

He could see daylight!

“Hooray!” he cried. “I am goin’ to get
out of this cellar, anyhow. I am after
havin’ a little of me luck left yet.”

The match died out, and he let the re-
mains ‘drop to the ground.

He did not light another, for the light
was growing all the time, and he could
now see his way quite clearly.

In less than another minute the Irish
Jad came in sight of the outside world.

Beautiful flowers and fruits common to
that particular. climate could be seen
growing in profusion ahead.

Out of the passage he ran, pushing his
way through a net of hanging vines and
stumbling as his foot caught.

But Dan was up again in an instant, for
he felt like one who had been restored
from the grave, and he wanted to get the
full benefit of the glorious sunshine.

His rifle was still slung over his shoul-
der, and realizing that there might be dan-
ger, he unslung it and held it in his hands,
ready to use it.

He had a chance to use it, the very next
minute, too, for he had not walked more
than fifty yards from the mouth of the
arched passage when he heard a fierce
growl right behind him.

Turning, the boy beheld a full-grown
tiger stepping toward him with its cai-
like tread and glaring at him with éyes
that looked like coals of fire! :

“Murther!” he cried, and then, instead
of trying a shot at the jungle beast, he
turned and fled.

Where he was going he had no idea, nor
did he stop to think. He only knew that
the tiger was after him, and that -was
enough.

_ If Harry Benton had been with him the
chances ‘are that he would surely have-
fired at it, for that is what Harry would
have done beyond a doubt.

The fierce beast did not start in pursuit
of the boy until he had a start of proba~
bly forty yards.

Then it came with great bounds, gain-
ing in spite of the sprint that Dan was
making.

He turned and saw that the tiger was
fast overtaking him, and then, with a yell
of fear, bounded forward at a faster pace.

But at that very instant he saw Harry @

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Jungle emerge from a passage that opened

 
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through a stone wall almost directly ahead
of him. :

“Oh, Harry!” yelled the Irish boy, wav-
ing his rifle excitedly. “Shoot the baste!
He'll be after atin’ me up, bedad!”

Then our hero saw the tiger.

“Run faster, Dan!” he shouted, for he
knew that in his fright the Irish lad could
not hit the beast if he fired at him. “Let
me have your gun—hurry up!”

As Lilatene saw the beast in close pur-
suit of the boy she uttered a cry and start-
ed toward it, as though to drive it back.
* But the tiger uttered an angry growl,
and coming to a halt, crouched to spring
upon her.

Harry realized the awful danger of the
White. Princess of the Jungle, and rushing
to meet Dan, grabbed the rifie from him,
and taking a quick aim at the beast, pull-
ed the trigger.

Crack! The tiger had made the leap,
but the bullet had found its mark, and it
fell in the throes of death at the feet of
the girl.

The princess had jumped back in time to
escape being struck by the cruel claws,
and with a face that was white as a sheet
she turned to her preserver and tried to
speak.

“Tt is all right, Lilatene,” said the boy,
noticing that she was too frightened to
make use of her tongue at that moment.
“Don’t faint.”

_. “You have saved my life, Harry Benton,”

she said, slowly, as he hastened to her
side and took her gently by the arm. “If
shall never, never forget you for it!”

Dan O’Brien had dropped to the ground
as the report of the riflé sounded, and he
lay there still, thinking that his last mo-
ment had arrived.

As our hero led the princess to the spot
where the Irish boy lay half a dozen na-
tives came rushing out of the passage.

Lilatene pointed to the slain tiger and
then to the American boy, who still had
the rifle in his hand.

Then she spoke a few words in the na-
tive tongue, and the men ran forward and
dropped upon their knees before Harry,
bowing their heads until they touched the
ground. :

They remained in this attitude until the

_prineess again spoke, and then they got

up and ran over to the dead jungle beast
and made a quick examination of the car-
cass.

Harry had sent the bullet directly be-
hind the left foreshoulder, and, the heart
being pierced, death had been instantane-
ous.

Several more natives now appeared on
the scene, armed with rifles and spears,
and when the princess had spoken to them
in their own tongue they bowed, the same
as the others had done to Harry, and set
out in the direction the beast had appear-
ed from. :

“Get up, Dan,” said our hero, as coolly
as though nothing had happened. “Where
are the professor and Ditta Lall?”

“Oh, Harry,” cried the Irish boy, leap-
ing to his feet in an ecstasy of delight,
“T am after bein’ so glad to see ye aloive
that I don’t know what to do, bedad!”

At this juncture the king appeared from
the opening Harry and the girl had
emerged from just in time to see the Irish
boy coming with the tiger in hot pursuit.

His face was covered by the heavy veil,
as usual, and as the girl put her arms
around his neck and told him hurriedly
how her life had been saved by the brave
young American, he looked dazed for a
moment, but, quickly recovering, exclaim-
ed: ;

“The young man has won my confidence.
He shall be one of my advisers. He and
his friends are welcome to my domain!”

CHAPTER XIl.

MORE ARRIVALS AT THE DOMAIN OF THE
INVISIBLE KING.

Harry could tell by the ring of earnest-
ness in the man’s voice that he meant
what he said.

“Thank you,” he said, bowing, for he |

thought it best to humor the Invisible
King, as he chose to call himself, just

because he went around with his face!

hidden from the sight of his subjects.
“My men will soon find how the tiger
broke through into our garden,” the king
went on.to say, “and they will see to it
that nothing further in that line happens.
Lilatene, I cannot understand why you
were so rash as to run toward the terrible
beast.”
. “T have subdued tigers in the wildest
parts of the jungle, father,” was the re-
ply, “and I surely thought I could frighten
this one into submission. I knew the

_peast would surely overtake the boy if it

was not stopped, and I acted quickly. It
was the first time I ever failed, and if it
had not been for the quickness of Harry,
and his unerring aim, I would surely have
been torn to pieces by the tiger.”

The girl shuddered as the last words
left her lips.

“The young American is one of the

‘pravest of the brave, and I shall never

forget him. But the other boy! How did

he get here, anyhow? That is a mystery |

‘will begin in the near future.

} the rebellion.

 

to me. Lilatene, you did not fetch him
beyond the barrier without first obtaining
my permission, did you?”

“T did not, father. His appearance here
is aS puzzling to me as it is to you.”

“Dan, just explain how you got here,”
said Harry,.turning to the Irish lad, who
by this time had almost fully recovered
from his terrible fright.

Dan told them just exactly how he had
come, and when he was through the king
at once. despatched two of his men to the
passage to make an examination and close
the aperture the boy had fallen through.

Then the eccentric ruler of that part of
India, who chose to keep his face conceal-
ed, nodded to the two boys and said:

“T will send out after your employer at
onee. You may remain here in the garden
until they come, and Lilatene will show
you aroung a bit.” :

“Very well, sir,” answered our hero.

The man entered the mouth of the cay-
ernous place and was soon lost to sight.

“So this is the Irish boy you were so
anxious to see, Harry?” observed the
princess, as she took a look at Dan.
“Well, he looks like an honest fellow, and
I don’t blame you for liking him. [I think
you will both be glad that you came here.”

Then she stepped over to our hero and
whispered in his ear:

“Not a word to him or those who are
to come of the jewel casket you saw on
the breakfast table. Understand?”

Harry nodded.

This satisfied her, and then she motioned
for them to follow her.

Two of the natives were busy skinning
the slain tiger, and they did not look up
from their work as the trio passed and
made for a high hedge that was but a hun-
dred yards distant front the underground
dwelling of the mysterious king and his
people. ;

As they reached the hedge, which was so
thick that they could not see through it,
they found that there was a break in it,
with the ends lapping, no doubt for the
purpose of making it look like one solid
stretch from a distance.

The opening was simply wide enough for
two teams to drive through abreast, and
as they made the turn and came in view
of the inside of the high hedge the two
boys were not: a little surprised at what
they saw.

Stretching away for miles was a level

‘tract of land that was in the fullest stages

of cultivation, and in the fields at. work
were hundreds of natives, both male and
female. ~

About a mile from where. our friends
were standing was a village of thatched
huts half hidden in a grove of trees.

Beyond the peaceful scene of industry
the snow-capped peaks of the rugged
Himalayas reared themselves like grim
sentinels at the outposts of a forbidden
country.

“T am surprised at all this, Lilatene,”
said our hero, when he had looked in
silence at the scene for the space of a
minute or two.

“You are surprised to find that such a
place exists, I suppose,” was the reply.
“Well, I will tell you, then, that this land
is hidden from the rest of India. It is
surrounded by impenetrable jungles, and
those who travel this way come as far as
they, can and then go around. Of course
if it were known that this place existed
as it is men would quickly find a way to
get here. But it is not known. It is not
known that my father will soon have a
hundred thousand natives at his back to
join the rebellion against England that
It is known
by the viceroy and the other heads of the
department that my father is supposed to
be somewhere in India, aiding to incite
Why, they even suspect me,
the secret messenger of the Invisible King,
and they are trying to find where I go
when I come back from my errands to the
civilized parts. But they have not yet
found out, Harry.”

Harry looked at the girl admiringly.

“You are surely a very brave girl, Lila-
tene,” he said. “But I will tell you what
I think about this ambition of your
father’s. It will never suceeed. England
is too strong to be beaten by the natives.
The rebellion will fail, I feel certain.”

A cloud came over the face of the beau-
tiful girl.

“Don’t speak that way to my father,
please,” she said. “He would not like to
hear it. Sometimes I fear that he has be-
come crazed on the subject, and that is
why I do all I can to help him along in his
scheme. He has agents all over India,
and they are working hard to obtain free-
dom for the richest country on the face
of the earth. If they succeed my father
will no doubt be the first president of the
Republie of India.”

“And then you will no longer be a
princess,” laughed the American boy.

“Princess!” the girl exclaimed. “Why, I
really hatesthe word. But I must be call-
ed that because it pleases my father’s
dusky followers.”

Harry felt that he was learning some-
thing all the time, and he began to think
that the mystery was gradually lessen-
ing. ‘

They did not go any further into the

 

fertile valley, but turned and went back
to the cavernous place.

Just as they got to the opening Harry
and Dan were agreeably surprised to see
Professor Bradbury and Ditta Lall come
through under the escort of a small band
of armed natives.

But that was not all! With them were
two white men and four villainous-looking
natives, all of whom had their hands
bound behind them.

The two white men were Jerry Blood-
good and Jim Rancy, the scoundrels who
had plotted to follow the professor and
kill and rob him after he had found the
Jewel of the Jungle.

With the new arrivals were their horses
and camels and the regular outfits they
had brought with them.

Harry and the Irish boy broke into a
cheer and ran to greet their friends.

“Hooray!” yelled Dan O’Brien. “It has
been after turnin’ out all roight, after all,
bedad! ”

Professor David Bradbury was delighted
beyond measure at sight of the two boys,
but, asfusual, the face of Ditta Lall was
expressionless.

Lilatene went up to them with the boys,
and she stood smilingly near them as the
professor hugged the boys with delight.

- Then a look of stern anxiety came over
ber face, and she turned to the prisoners.

“You are Englishmen and you have got
to die!” she said, pointing her finger at
them.

At that moment the villain named Jerry
Bloodgood wrenched his hands free, and
seizing a sword from the hand of one of
the guards, rushed at the fair princess.

“You'll die first, then, you white witch!”
he cried, venomously.

The glittering sword swung through the
air, but it never descended upon the head
of beautiful -Lilatene, for once more the
American boy came to her rescue.

Spat! As quick as a flash Harry leaped
forward and dealt the man a blow between
the eyes with his clenched fist.

Jerry Bloodgood staggered back and fell
to the ground.

CHAPTER XIII.

HOW iT HAPPENED THAT THE NEWCOMERS
ARRIVED.

In order to explain the appearance of
the professor and the Hindoo and _ the
enemies of our friends we will go back to
the time that the disappearance of Dan
O’Brien was first noted.

The professor and Ditta Lall looked
about the ruins for fully ten minutes
without finding the least trace of him.

The fact was that in Some way the piece
of granite that had sunk with the Irish
boy had lodged across the opening and
caused an effectual shut-off to the hole and
concealing it from view.

The two searchers even walked right to
the very spot, but the tangled vines were
so thick that they covered the fresh dirt
that had caved from beneath them, and
thus they. failed to note that anything was
wrong there. :

“This is what I call a pretty bad state
of affairs, Ditta Lall,” said the professor

in a tone that had a ring of despair in it.

“T wonder who will go next?”

The Hindoo shrugged his shoulders.

“We will find Dan, sahib,” he retorted.
“We will find Harry, too.”
- “T wish I could bring myself to think
that way.”

“Well, just think that ‘way,
sahib.”

It was at that moment that they heard
voices close at hand.

The two looked at each other.

“What does it mean, Ditta Lall?” asked
the professor in a whisper.

“We must-find out right away, sahib,”
was the reply. “We must get to the horses
and camels.”

The Hindoo hurriedly made his way to
the spot where they had eaten their break-
fast, the professor following in an agitated
frame of mind.

But when they came in sight of the

anyhow,

three horses and two camels they saw |

two white men and four native blacks at
the same time.

The learned man, who was searching
for the Jewel of the Jungie, turned pale.

He recognized the two whites as Jerry
Bloodgood and Jim Rancy, his sworn
enemies.

The villains had promptly taken charge
of the animals and other belongings of
our friends, and they now stood in a lis-
tening attitude, no doubt waiting for the
owners to appear.

The professor was quite a nervy man,
as has been stated.

He did not propose to allow “the two
villains to take possession of their be-
longings and hold them.

While the four armed blacks looked very
formidable, he resolved to demand the
restoration of the animals and outfit to
them, and in case of a refusal to fight.

He, of course, was not a man who would
open fire on*the scoundrels from ambush,
as that would be too savage by far.

“Ditta Lall,” said he, addressing the

Hindoo in a whisper, “it may be that those

 

 

fellows know something about the disap-
pearance of both Harry and Dan.”

The Hindoo nodded in the affirmative.

“It may be, sahib,” he answered.

“They have got the outfit that belongs
to us, too, Ditta Lall.”

“Yes, sahib.”

“We must not allow them’ to take it
away.” ie \

“No, sahib.” s

“Get ready for a fight then, Ditta Lall.
We will stay behind the pile of crumbling
stones here, and if they start to shoot
after I have spoken to them we must make
it hot for them, do you understand?”

The Hindoo nodded, and there was a

peculiar gleam in his eyes which surely ~

meant no 'good to the villains and their
black allies.

Professor Bradbury now arose, holding

the butt of his rifle to his shoulder.

“Hey, there, what are you doing with
our belongings, you scoundrels?” he cried.

The two Englishmen started and turned
in the direction the voice came from.

But they recovered from their surpris®
quickly.

“Oh, this is your outfit, is it, Professor
Bradbury?” Jerry Bloodgood retorted.
“We thought probably it was, but we was
not sure. Have you found the Jewel of
the Jungle yet?”

“No; and if we had it would do you no
good,” was the retort.

“I don’t know about that, eh, Jim?” and
the scoundrel turned to his partner with
@ grin.

“TJ rather think it would do us a lot of
good,” came the reply. “It would be a
nice thing for us to.’ave, I fancy.”

Neither of the men seemed to be much
disturbed, while the four blacks acted as
though they were eager to get in a fight.

“You know what you will get if you try
anything funny with us!” said the pro-
fessor.

“Well, there are four of you and six of
us, so I fancy we will come out all right
if a row starts between us,” answered
Bloodgood.

This reply satisfied them that the vil-.

are knew nothing about the two missing
Oys.

He was just about to order them to leave
the spot when something quite unexpected
took place.

A band of perhaps a dozen armed natives
sprang from the shrubbery directly behind
the two Englishmen and their allies and
seized them before they had a chance to
put up a fight.

They were overpowered and bound in a
hurry, while the professor and Diita Lall
looked on in mute surprise.

“What.do you think of that?” the learn-
ed American asked, as he found the use
of his tongue.

“Good!” answered the Hindoo, nodding
approvingly and peering through’ the
shrubbery at what was taking place.

_ Just then they heard a noise behind them,
and before they could scarcely turn around
they were seized by four armed natives.

“Your name, sahib,” said a fifth man,
who was no other than the Hindoo who
had directed Harry Benton to the bath in
the underground habitation that morning.

“I am Professor Bradbury,” the startled
man managed to say as soon as he recov-
ered from his surprise.

“And this is your servant, Ditta Lall,
then, sahib?”

“Yes, that is right,” replied the pro-
fessor, getting over his fright, but becom-
ing puzzled and bewildered.

“Where are the young white sahibs who
were with you?”

“IT don’t know.”

“You would like to see them?” :

“Very much!” exclaimed the professor,
eagerly, while the eyes of Ditta Lall light-
ed up for a moment, showing how inter-
ested he was.

“We were sent out to bring you two to
your friends,” went on the Hindoo from
the domain of the Invisible King, “so you
will come with us. But first I want to
ask who the others are?” and he nodded
at the villains who had been seized and
bound.

“They are scoundrels who would not
hesitate to kill us if they got the chance.”

The professor was now fairly bubbling
Over with joy.

Harry Benton was alive, and so was

Dan O’Brien, and he felt like giving a

shout.

But he calmed himself by a great effort,

and looking at his servant, said:
elke Lall, we will go with these peo-
D e.”
“Yes, Sahib,” was the’ reply.
_ Then the two Hindoos had a short con-
versation in their own language and both
smiled slightly. :
The professor and Ditta Lall were re-
leased now, and then all walked around to
where the group of natives were standing
with their prisoners. %
Bloodgood and Rancy looked astonished
when they found that their enemies were
not bound and retained possesion of their
weapons.

sorry day for you when you start er
us to rob and murder-us when the time
came for you to carry out your fiendish
plot,” said the professor, looking at the

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two villains. “These good people are our

friends, as you can see.”

There was no reply to this. The two
men could not understand how it was that
the professor and the Hindoo had not been
captured, and being frightened at what
had befallen them, they were trying hard
to fathom it all.

Ditta Lall had another short conversa-
tion with the Hindoo who seemed to be
in charge of all the natives in the party,
and then he nodded and looked pleased.

“We must allow them to blindfold us
for a few minutes if we would be taken
to the ‘two young sahibs,” he said.

“All right,” answered the professor. “I
am satisfied to that arrangement.”

“We will be led into a land that is hidden
from our gaze just now, and our animals
will be brought along by the men here,
sahib,” the Hindoo added.

Professor Bradbury r.oaded. :

Then the leader of the Invisible King’s
men stepped up and blindfolded the two,
some of his followers doing the same to

the six prisoners they had taken.

The party then moved around to the
very spot where Harry Benton had disap-
peared the night before, and the mouth of
a passage that was amply large enough
for them to all proceed through was dis-
closed.

Men, horses and camels descended into
it, and when the last of the mwas in a big
slab of rock that was covered with moss
slid almost noiselessly back into place and
effectually concealed all traces of the way
into the domain of the eccentric man who
called himself the Invisible King. Then

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straight through the underground passage.

they went, the blindfolds being first taken

from the eyes of those who had not been

permitted to see where they were being

led. Two minutes later they came out into

the light of day, and then it was that

what has been described at the conclusion
_ of the last chapter took place.

CHAPTER XIV.
THE JEWEL IS REPORTED TO BE MISSING.

arry stood ready to hit Jerry Blood-
good again the moment he arose. But he
was not to have the opportunity, for the
native who had come through into the
valley with our friends and the villains
quickly pounced upon the man and over-
powered him in a twinkling, almost.

“The scoundrel!” exclaimed our hero,
his eyes flashing. “I guess he meant to
kill you, Lilatene.”

“He surely did, Harry,” replied the girl,
her face as pale as death. “That man
has lost all chance of ever leaving this
place alive. There might have been a
chance if he had only behaved well and
promised to abide by the rules of the
kingdom,”

“He had ought to be hanged loike a
sheep thief,” declared Dan O’Brien, his
eyes. flashing.

Lilatene said something to the-.natives
in their own tongue, and the result was
that all six of the prisoners were Seized
and hustled back into the underground
place.

“My father will pass sentence on the
two Englishmen,” the girl said to Harry.
“Tt is quite likely the blacks will be given
a chance to join our forces.”

“J wouldn’t trust those fellows;
looks of them is enough.”

“Oh, they will side right in with my
father’s men «when they have learned
what the fight is to be waged for. You
may be sure that none of the natives have
any particular love for the English sol-
diers, and they would be only too willing
to throw off the English yoke.” _

A few minutes later our friends were
conducted to the chamber that Harry had
rece:ved a sort of initiation in the night
pefcre when the armed natives had sprang
from Sehind the curtain and acted as
though they meant to kill him. _

They were ziven seats in the first row
of chairs next the raised platform, and
then the Hincoc who had conducted them
‘there withdrew.

A peculiar bluish light illumined the
chamber, and in it the faces of the whites
looked rather ghastly.

Ditta Lall seemed ready to take things
as they came, though it was plain that
he now looked upon Harry as the leader
and adviser.

Our hero felt pretty certain when they
were brought into the chamber that it was
for the purpose of bringing his friends be-
fore the king.

' It was not very long before a_ bell
*tinkled; then there was a rustling sound
and the king, with his long robes drag-
ging behind him and his face hidden from
sight, appeared.

He walked direct to the throne—for that
-is probably what it was meant to be—
~ and took his seat in an imperial way.

There was half a minute of silence, and
then the king nodded his covered face at
Harry and said:

“Harry Benton, you will introduce your
nds to me,’ ae
AN right, sire,” was the cool reply,
i then the boy got on his feet and went
igh the form of an introduction.
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The king bowed to each of them separ- |
ately, even to Ditta Lall.

Professor Bradbury was greatly inter-
ested in the king, and when he had con-
versed with him for a few minutes he was
delighted at receiving an invitation to
hold an audience with him in private.

The rest were told that they might go
out, and as Lilatene chanced to appear
just then, she conducted them out into the
valley again, all but the professor.

Once out into the sunlight our hero
turned to Ditta Lall and said:

“T guess it wouldn’t be a bad idea if we
pitched our camp out here, Ditta. I know
the rooms, or chambers, or whatever you
call them, in the underground abode of
the Invisible King and his people are fitted
up elaborately, but I like the open air.”

Harry looked at the princess to see what
she might have to say on the subject.

“You are welcome to pitch your camp
any place that suits you,” she said, nod-
ding her beautiful head and looking per-
feectly satisfied.

“Well, we will make our headquarters
over there in that little grove,,; then. If
the professor is not exactly suited with
our choice when he comes out it will be
easy enough to change.”

“The professor will be satisfied, sahib,”
spoke up the Hindoo, nodding emphati-
eally. “What you say is good all the time.
You are very wise and brave for one of
your years.” Ss

“All right, Ditta. I am glad you think
that way about me. I guess you did not
have that opinion first off, though.”

Ditta Lall shrugged his shoulders slight-
ly, but made no reply.

He turned to the camels and led them
in the direction Harry had indicated, and |
the two boys took the three horses by the
bridles and followed him, Lilatene walk-
ing at Harry’s side. =

“Jump in, Dan, and help get the camp
in shape,” said the American boy, and
the Irish boy lost no time in obeying.

“This will be after bein’ a foine placé
to stop at,” he said. “If it rains too hard
for us any toime we can get back in the
cave here, bedad! ”

“There is plenty of food for your horses
and camels,” spoke up Lilatene. “As to
food for yourselves, I will see to it that
you get plenty, and it will be of the very
best, too.”

The girl soon left them at the quarters
they had selected, and then Harry worked
away with his companions and got things
in shape. ;

After this was accomplished all three
sat down under the shade of the trees and
prepared to take it easy until the pro-
fessor showed up.

Harry took notice of the fact that the
natives who had been sent by the king to
find out how the tiger had broken from
the jungle came back, and when he saw
that one of them was a Hindoo he told
Ditta Lall to question him and find out
something about it.

Ditta Lall obeyed, and after a short talk
with the man came back to the camp.

“The spot where the tiger got through
has been found and the break repaired,
sahib,” he said. “Big posts have been set
in the ground along the edge of the jungle,
and strong wire makes a net so none of the
jungle beasts can get in. But in some
way the wire got broken in a weak spot
and the tiger got through. The man who
told. me this sayS you are a wonderful boy
anda sure shot. You saved the life of the
princess, and all those who have heard
of it are ready to lay their lives down for
you should it become necessary.”

“Well, I hope it won’t become necessary,
Ditta. I don’t want anybody to lay down
their life for me.”

“No, sahib, you are not one who would
want that, I know, but the people here
love the princess, and they would not hesj-
tate to die for her, or anyone who saved
her life.”

It was just before noon when Professor
Bradbury appeareu. :

He was smiling all over his face, and
as he sat down near his friends he ob-
served:

“Well, I am more than glad that we
came here, boys. We certainly have run
into a queer adventure, and no mistake.”

“We surely have, professor,” answered
Harry. “But how did you make out with
the king? A regular crank, isn’t he?”

“Well, I wouldn’t want to say that
exactly. He is a man with some peculiar-
ities, and he has a fixed purpose, which
if accomplished would startle the whole
world and change the map of Asia.”

“Yes, I know.: Did you see his face?”

“Oh, yes; you see, he took a liking to
me right at the start, and that is why we
have been conversing so long. I tried to
find out whether he knew anything about
the Jewel of the Jungle, but he evidently
does not, from what I could glean.”

Harry did not tell him that he had seen
it, for he had given a promise to Lilatene
that he would not say anything about it,
and he was going to keep his word.

Of course the time would probably come
when the subject would come up, but just
now the knowledge of the casket of jewels
was safely shut in Harrys breast.
-They were just thinking of starting a

fire to cook some of the bacon they had in }

 

their stores and boil a pot of coffee when

three of the natives were seen approach-
ing, bearing trays of choice eatables.

The servants made a courtesy and then
placed the trays before our friends.

Ditta Lall gave a nod of pleasure when
he found that a portion of what had been
brought to them was of the food that he
usually ate.

Our friends did not wait.until the eat-
ables got cold, but started right in at
them.

The professor was very enthusiastic, and
he talked about the wonderful place they
had been brought to untiringly, declaring
that they would surely find the Jewel of
the Jungle before they left it.

He told Harry how Ditta Lall was cer-
tain that the ruins that were above the
underground headquarters of the king and
his family were those of the mosque they

‘| had come in search of, and that the price-

less jewel was somewhere around, if it
was still in existence.

While they were talking on the subject
Lilatene suddenly appeared from the cav-
ernous opening.

She beckoned to Harry, and he hurriedly
ran to meet her.

“The two Englishmen have escaped
from the dungeon they were placed in,
and they have taken the jewel casket you
were so much excited over with them!”
she exclaimed.

“What!” cried the American boy. “The
Jewel of the Jungle stolen by those two
villains! ”

“Yes; but they are somewhere-in the
land of the Invisible’ King, Harry. They
have not escaped to the outside world. I
came to ask you to find them and save
the jewel.”

CHAPTER XV.
WHAT BLOODGOOD AND RANCY DID.

Jerry Bloodgood did not mean to be
slain if he could anyway help it.

When he found himself in the dungeon
with his partner, his hands once more
bound behind his back, he gave a strong
pull and released them.

There was nothing strange in his do-
ing this, since his hands were so small that
they could be squeezed into a smaller com-
pass than his wrists.

“Jim,” said he, “I think it is about time
we tried to get out of here. We came here
to find the Jewel of the Jungle, an’ it’s
somewhere around time we found it. I
didn’t think we would find such a place
as this here, though.”

“Nor, I, either, Jerry, was the reply.
“But just get my hands free, the same
as your own, will yer?”

“Right away, Jim.”

He was as good as his word, and two
minutes later the pair of scoundrels stood
up in the dark place, both searching for
the matches they carried with them.

Bloodgood found his first and struck
one. :

The four blacks ‘that had been with
them had been placed in a separate apart-
ment, as the original order had been
changed, the princess evidently thinking
that it would be best to place the whites
alone,

The two men took notice of the doorway
they had been pushed through when they
were brought to the dungeon the first
thing,

They stepped over to it and tried it, and
much to their surprise and satisfaction
they found that it was not locked.

They were not long in stepping out of
the dungeon into a dimly-lighted passage.

“His royal *ighness, ther king, will be
surprised when he finds that we have quit
ther cell, Jerry,” observed Rancy, with a
grin.

“You bet he will, Jim,” was the retort.
“But before we get out of this curious
underground place let’s try and find some-
thing to make it worth our while for com-
ing here. Professor Bradbury and the
boys he has with him have managed to get
on the right-side of the curious people
here, and they will live on the fat of the
land, E suppose. Now it is up to us to
make a good haul on the gold and jewels
that this so-called king must have. Jim,
I’ve got an idea that if we could manage
to disguise ourselves in some way we
could make a mighty good haul in this
place. Just come along! Something tells
me we are going to strike it all right,
blamed if it don’t!”

Bloodgood led the way, and they soon
neared the spot where the light came
from. :

It was daylight, so they knew they were
near the outlet of the undeground place.

But Bloodgood did not want to get out
just. yet.

He was looking for a door that would
lead them into a part of the queer habita-
tion where they might be able to find dis-
guises, weapons and perhaps money and
jewels.

A glance along the passage, which was
really more like a corridor than anything
else, and they saw several doors.

The two rascals crept along to the first
door and paused to listen at it.

Not a sound could be heard from the

other side.
Jerry Bloodgood took the risk of open-
ing the door a little way.

 

There was another corridor there
which an oil lamp was burning.

But not the sign of a human being could
be seen, so the villain stepped in, bidding
his companion to follow him.

They carefully closed the door behind
them and then made their way along the
corridor, or whatever it might be called.

“Now then,” whispered Bloodgood, “we
will open the first door we come to. If
we get into trouble by it we'll have to
take our chances, that’s all.”

“All right,” answered his companion,
shrugging his shoulders and showing
signs of uneasiness; “jest as you say,
Jerry.”

The first door was not far away, and, as
luck would have it, it opened into the
room that Harry Benton had eaten his
breakfast in that morning.

There was no one there, either, and
with sighs of relief on their lips, the two
Englishmen stepped inside and looked
around them. 2

There was the table in the center of
the apartment, covered with a spotless
soy and a handsome silver service on
at,

But that was not all. The casket con-
taining the monster jewel and the smaller
ones set around it was there, too.

The instant the two men saw it they
looked at each other and nodded.

“TI guess we didn’t come here for noth-
ing,” Bloodgood said, as he stepped softly
to the table and picked up the casket.

“Do you think that’s the bloomin’ old -

Jewel of the Jungle, Jerry?” Rancy asked.

“Do I? Why, what else can it be? Look
at it! If it isn’t worth a few thousand
pounds I[’ll miss my guess.”

“Let’s get out of here, Jerry.”

“All right, Jim. But we’ve got to get
our guns and pistols yet, you know. We
won’t stand any show without them.”

Bloodgood looked around the apartment
keenly.

He noticed that there was a curtained
aleove close by, and with the jewel casket
ees in his hand, he stepped over to
it.

It so happened that there were garments
belonging to the king and queen hanging
there. They were such ag they wore when
they went around among their ignorant
subjects, the heavy veils being attached.

“Git one of them rigs on you—quick!”

exclaimed Bloodgood to his _ partner.
“Then if any of ther Hindoos or blacks
happen to see us they will think we be-
long here.”

The garments were solely in the form
of gowns, so it was but the work of a mo-
ment for the two villains to don them. —

They found they could see fairly well

with the veil dropped over their faces, —

and with nods of satisfaction they left
the room, taking the same direction they
had come. :

There was more than one way to leave

the underground place, and it chanced that

the two men struck a rather long passage
that led direct to that part of the valley
that was surrounded by the high hedge.

The passage was not lighted, but after
they started through it they heard foot-
steps behind them, so they felt that it was
best to keep right on going.

“Someone’s after us,” whispered Rancy,
as he kept close to his partner and felt
his way along through the darkness.

“T don’t think anyone is after us,” was
the reply. “I think it is just somebody
coming this way. If we were being chased
there would be more of a hurry to it. Just
keep cool, Jim, and come right along. This
passage fetches out somewhere, and that
is certain. [I don’t know in what direction

in

we are going, though, for since they blind- —

folded me that time I have been all turn-
ed around.” =

The passage was @ narrow one, so all
they had to do was to hold out their hands

on either side and feel their way along. — =

They took chances of there being pit-
falls and kept right on. Seni

But asthe footsteps behind them were e

gradually growing less distinct, they knew
then that they were not being pursued.

The villains had been walking on their
tiptoes ever since they took to the pas-
gage, and they kept on that way, as trying
as it was.

Though it seemed a rather long time
that they had been there, it was but a
couple of minutes before they came to
the end of the passage.

There was a door there, and as Blood-
good pushed upon it, it swung open read*
ily.

And then they found themselves beneath —

a sort of arbor that was so thickly cov-
ered with vines that the sun could not
shine through.

But the sunlight could be seen at the ©

end of it, which was not more than twenty
feet of the door of the passage, and with

exclamations of delight the villains stepped |

out and closed the door.

But as-they knew somebody was com-
ing through the passage, they could not
stand there in open view. —

Bloodgood looked around and saw an

opening through the vines at one side of s

the arbor.

“This way, Jim,” he said, and he quick-

ly crept through.

Rancy followed him, and then ‘they sat

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- It was not long before they heard the
door open, and then as they peered through
the vines they saw a Hindoo dressed in
a sort of military uniform.come out.

He was armed with gun, sword and pis-
tol, and the sight of the weapons nerved
Jerry Bloodgood to do something desper-
ate.

“We must tackle him, Jim!” he exclaim-
ed in a whisper.

Then, as the Hindoo soldier turned to
properly. close the door, Bloodgood softly
- pushed his way through the opening in
the yines, and as quick as a flash reached
- out and caught the unsuspecting man by
-. the ankles. :

Jerry was a pretty strong man, and when
he gave a sudden pull with all his strength
the Hindoo had to fall.

He fell heavily, too, and before he had
time to think of what had happened to him
‘the villainous Englishman was upon him
and had him by the throat.

Rancy joined him in a hurry, and chen
the thing was soon done.

“I fancy that we are in a little better
shape now,” said Bloodgood. “Just get
hold of him, Jim, and ‘we’ll chuck him in
the bushes there. We needed the weapons
‘he had more than he needed life, I think,
and it had to be done.”

They picked up the body and dragged
it into the bushes, thinking surely that
the Hindoo was dead.

But he was not. He was wounded mor-
tally, however, but as he heard his assail-
ants leave the arbor he crawled from the
bushes and sat down.

Then he stanched the flow of blood from
the wound he had received by his own

F - @ gword, and by a mighty effort got upon his

feet and started for the dark passage he
had emerged from, only to be attacked by
the two robed figures he took to be the
king and queen.
“T have done no wrong, but the king has
“murdered me with my own sword!” cried
the Hindoo soldier in his own tongue, as
he made his way slowly through the pass-
age.
"Oue of the royal attendants found him
just about noon. He had reached the end
_of the passage and had dropped and lain
there, unable to go any farther. é
Then with his dying breath the soldier
told that the king, assisted by the queen,
had given him his death-blow, and that it
had been done in a very cowardly way and
without a word of reproach.
The attendant called others of his own
class, and they talked it over in whispers.
It began to look as though the life of
the Invisible King was in danger, for the
natives felt that they could not tolerate
any such murderous proceedings.

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Poor Boy’s Chance

AND

How He Worked It in Wall Street

By H. K. Shackleford

Author of “All by Himself,” “A Boy and His
Nickel,” “An Innocent Kid,” “PhiltWam-
bold,” “The Boy from Podunk.” etc.

CHAPTER XV.
JESSIE’S GENEROUS ACTION.

In the many wild rumors which flew
through Wall street in the crash of B. & L.
shares was one to the effect that Andy
Phillips, Broker Thomas’s speculative of-
fice boy; had been squeezed out of every
dollar that he had. It was published in
ay afternoon paper.

_ “Andy, how about this?” Broker Thomas
asked him, as he read the account in his
private office.

“What is it, sir?” Andy asked.

“Why, here’s' a story in this paper that
you were squeezed in that B. & L. crash
and lost every dollar of your money.”

“Will you please let me see it?” he ask-
ed, and the broker handed him the paper.

It was headed: :

- «The Speculative Office Boy Squeezed Dry.”

-When Andy read it he smiled, and then
_ he handed the paper back to his employer,
who took it and, watching the boy closely,
asked:

“How about it, Andy?”

“There is not a word of truth in
Sit. 4

“Oh, look here, Andy, be honest with
me, for of all men in Wall street, I'll keep
your secret.”

“All right, sir. I repeat that I didn’t
lose a penny in that deal. On the contrary,

ze;

‘this city whom I would say so much to.”

‘mitted the truth.”

 

I’m ahead more than one hundred thou-
sand dollars in it, and as proof of it here
is the banker’s statement received only an
hour ago. You are the only individual in

The broker gazed at the statement with
a look of complete amazement in his face.

“Well, well, well!” he ejaculated, as he
returned the statement. “So you unloaded
on Wilson, did you?”

“Yes, sir; partly.”

The broker chuckled, and kept on chuck-
ling for several minutes.

“But look here, Andy. Somebody else
had the money in that deal with you,”
and Andy looked him straight in the eyes
without making any reply.

Andy was thinking what he should do
under the circumstances. He thought of
resigning his position as office boy then
and there rather than to answer the
broker’s question.

Finally he said that the other partner
in the deal was an employee of his.

“Great Scott!” Thomas exclaimed. “Are
all my employes in that speculation with
you?”

“No, sir; only one.”

“Are you turning my office into a den
of speculators, Andy?”

“No, sir. There is only one other en-
gaged in it with me.”

“Well, Andy, I think that under the cir-
cumstances I should know who it is. You
ean safely trust your secret with me.”

“Yes, sir; I know that; but perhaps the
other party will object to it. I will see
her about it.”

“Her!” he ejaculated; and the broker be-
gan thinking, and thinking hard.

Then, looking Andy straight in the eyes,
he said:

“T guess I know.”

Andy returned his.gaze, and the broker,
said: of

“Tt’s Jessie.”

“That’s right, sir.
didn’t tell you.”

“All right,” “he laughed, “Im glad for
her sake. She is a good girl.”

“Yes, sir; I think so, too; and now, with
your permission, I will call her in and tell
her in your presence that you have guessed
the secret.” :

“All right, Andy.” And Andy went into
Jessie’s office and called her in. She came
in, wondering what in the world was want-
ed.

The broker reached out his hand to her
and said:

“T have just guessed this partnership
business in speculation, and Andy has ad-

You guessed it; I

“Oh, my!”
then flushed.

“Tt’s all right,” the broker added. “The
secret is safe with me. You are the only
girl I ever knew who could keep a secfet,
and I congratulate you on your success,
Just stay where you are and perhaps other
opportunities will occur. I shall not ob-
ject to it at all, for I have no cause to find
fault with any of your work since you en-
tered my employ. If you will take my ad-
vice, you'll enter into speculation with this
boy and make him your partner for life
after you grow a little older.”

“Thank you, sir; but I have been saying
to myself that as soon as the secret was
found out I would resign my place and let
another girl have it. I have a dear friend
who néeds the place, and I am willing for
her to take it whenever you are.”

“Mr. Thomas,” said Andy, “don’t let her
go.”

“Why not, Andy?”

“Because I’d rather see her 4round here
than any other girl in the world.”

Broker Thomas smiled and looked in-
quiringly at Jessie, whose blushes almost
set him to actually roaring.

“How about that, Jessie?” he asked.

“Oh, I’ll stay a while longer,” said she,
“for Andy has been begging me not to re-
sign; but really I think that it is my duty
to my friend to get out of the way and let
her take my place.”

“Don’t do it, Mr. Thomas, if you please,”
put in Andy again.

After he had gone Broker Thomas went
into Jessie’s room and suggested that she
send for her friend to come down with her
the next day and go to work, as he didn’t
wish to engage her until he saw specimens
of her work and what sort of a girl she
was.

“T’ll pay her what you are earning with-
out anything from your wages. I’ve had
good luck in that deal myself as well as
you and Andy. I think that between us
we can chip in and pay her wages, and if
she is a good girl and a good worker and
as competent as you are I’ll keep her.”

That evening, aS she and Andy were
walking up Broadway after business hours,
she told Andy everything that Broker
Thomas had said to her, and added:

“Andy, he has confidence in you, and I
believe in me, too.” F

“Yes, he has,” said he, “and I am glad
that you have made up your mind not to
leave him just at this time. Now, bring
Flora down with you to-morrow; but don’t
tell her anything about our engagement.”

“Oh, she knows all about it,” laughed
Jessie, “for we girls have no secrets from
each other.” s

“ Al) right; then, ”

And she turned pale and

 

The next day, when Jessie came down

to the office, Flora Martin, her typewriter

friend, came with her.

Andy was acquainted with her already
and gave her a hearty welcome.

She had been down to the. office several
times to see Jessie at work, and she had
made the acquaintance of one of the
clerks.
a very lively q@isposition.

Broker Thomas had seen her in the
typewriter’s room, but never knew her per-
sonally, as Jessie had never presumed to
introduce her friend to her employer; but
when he came down Andy went to him
and told him the new typewriter was in
Jessie’s room, and that Jessie was anxious
for him to get acquainted with her, so the
proker came back with him.

He was pleased with the girl’s looks
and with her manner, her vivacity, as well
as her evident knowledge of the typewrit-
ing business.

Jessie made her sit down at the ma-
chine and copy several letters which the
broker had brought in with him.

“Jessie, the work is fine,” said he, as he
looked over it. “Now, have you instructed
her about not letting any of these young
brokers or clerks make love to her during
business hours?”

“Yes,” Jessie laughed. “But she already
understands that as well as I do.”

AN vipht, then. it. 1s not at alt nec-
essary for me to say anything on that
point,” and then, turning to Flora, he said:

“Business is business, and whatever you
learn about business here in this office
keep to yourself,”

CHAPTER XVI.
JESSIE CATCHES A BROKER STEALING A TIP.

The appearance of the new typewriter
made something of a sensation among the
clerks in Broker Thomas’s oOffice,-and they
made inquiries of the office boy as to
whether or not Jessie had resigned her po-
sition.

He pretended to know nothing about it,
but said that he thought that the new girl
was simply an assistant for Miss Good-
man.

That was not at all satisfactory, so one
of the clerks went in and asked Jessie
if it was true that she was going to leave
the office.

“Well, I may,” she replied, “for you
gentlemen are making too many fortunes
Around here to suit me,” and she laughed.

*Who has been making fortunes here
except Andy?” the clerk asked.

“Well, when the office boy makes a for-
tune, isn’t it time for the clerks and type-
writer girls to get out?”

“No, I don’t think so,” and he stood%

there chatting with her to. give her a
chance to introduce him to Flora.

She understood it, of course, but she
didn’t introduce him all the same, and
when he went out there was a very much
disappointed look on his face, so Flora
asked her why in the world she hadn’t in-
troduced him.

“Because I didn’t care to, dear.”

“Why, what’s the matter with him, Jes-
sie?” Isn’t he all right?”

“Oh, yes, so far as I know; but that’s
what he came in for, and I didn’t choose
to gratify him.”

“Well, well, well!” ejaculated the new
girl.

typewriter girls in the building came to
Jessie’s office with their little lunch
baskets. They all knew Flora, and they
proceeded to make themselves at home to
eat their lunches there together that day.
They didn’t dream that Flora had come to
take Jessie’s place, and thought that she
was simply an extra typewriter to act as
assistant to Jessie.

“Jess,” one of them said, “have you got
more work than you can do by yourself?”

“No, but I am sometimes crowded with
more than [ can do within a given length
of time.
leave the office.”

“What!” they all gasped in one breath.

“Yes, I’m going to.get out of the Street.
When the office boy begins to get rich it
is time for us girls to get out, for the first
thing we know the office boy will be or-
dering us around.”

“You goose,” said one of them, “why
don’t you marry him and order him
around?”

“That’s easier said than done,” said she.
“Nobody in this office can order Andy
around but Mr. Thomas himself, and by
and by he will find himself fetched up at
a wrong time by Andy.”

“Nonsense! Nonsense!”

“All right,” said she. “I know that boy.
I’m going to get out before I am fired.”

“Flora,” one of them asked, “do you hear
that?”

“Yes, I hear.”

- “Well, she’s talking for your benefit,
isn’t she?”

“Maybe so, but all the same it would
take a better one than Andy Phillips io
fire me out.”

“Girls,” said another one, “Jessie is hay-
ing fun with us. But is it not wonderful
how Andy managed matters and kept his
secret so long?”

“Yes, it is,” and just then Andy came
into the little office with a letter for one
of the girls to copy quickly on the type-

She was a very pretty girl and of

At noon that day several of the ether |

 

The truth is, girls, I’m going to |

 

writer, and every one of the girls greeted
him cheerily, exclaiming: ;

“How are you, Andy? How do you feel
now that you are a rich young man?”

"Oh, T- teel: all right,” said: he: <-1t 3s
so pleasant to have all the typewriter girls
in the building smile at me.”

“Oh, he’s making fun of us,” said one,
and then she added:

“Say, Andy, I’m not smiling any more at
you now than .J was before you got so
mutch money.”

“That’s so. You always were sweet on
me,” and that set the girls to howlin
with laughter at her expense. bo

Jessie stopped eating her lunch, seated
herself at her machine and promptly copied
the letter which Andy had brought in to
her.

“Jess,” said Flora, “why don’t you let
me copy that letter?”

“Oh, you'll get enough of this kind of
work after a while,” was the reply, as she
finished the letter and handed it to Andy.

When he left the room one of the girls
said:

“Oh, Jessie, why in the world don’t you
set your cap for him? He will soon be old
enough to marry, and you are old enough
now.”

Jessie laughed and said:

“Yes, but I don’t want to marry.”

That afternoon a young broker came in
and said: :

“Miss Goodman, Mr. Thomas has just
told me that I could have you copy some
documents for me, and I have them here
with me. Can you attend to them this
afternoon?” <

“Yes, sir,” she replied, “as soon as I
finish up about a half hour’s work ahead
of me.”

“All right; here it is,” and he laid a
package of written manuscript down on
her table. She went on with the work
that she was doing at the time.

He took a seat hear her desk and watch-
ed her fingers as they traveled rapidly over
the keys of the machine. He was a keen,
shrewd, observing broker, and she noticed
how he was watching her fingers, so she
suspected that he was reading the manu-
script by watching which letters her fingers
touched. is

She suddenly stopped and looked straight
at him.

He caught her eye, and she noticed the
inquiry in his.

“You are stealing a tip, sir,” she sud-
denly remarked.

The fellow gave a start and his face
flushed. The charge was true.

“T beg your pardon, Miss Goodman,”
said he, as he rose to leave the office.

As he went out he went into the main
office where Andy was sitting to attend the
visitors as they called, and there learned
that another broker was closeted in the
private office of Broker Thomas.

“Andy,” said he, “that Miss Goodman,
Thomas’s stenographer, is the sharpest
girl in Wall street.”

“She’s pretty sharp, sir,” Andy assented,
and the broker kept his seat until the
gentleman in the private office of the
broker came out, and then he was shown
in:

That afternoon, in walking up Broadway,
Andy remarked to Jessie that she had
made a mash on young Broker Griswold.

“Oh, indeed! Why do you think so,
Andy?” and Andy told her what had hap-
pened in the office that afternoon.

Said she:

“Andy, that man is a thief.”

“What!”

“Yes; he was trying to steal a most
important communication between Mr.
Thomas and another broker around in
Wall street. I was copying a document
to be signed by Mr. Thomas and the Broad
street broker, and he was watching my
hands so closely as I manipulated the keys
that I was satisfied that he was reading the
matter straight-along as I did the work.”

“Great Scott, Jessie, Mr. Thomas ought

'to know that.”

“Yes, I think so, too.”

“Do you think that he got it pretty
straight?” j

“Yes, I do, and I accused him of stealing
a tip, and he immediately arose, with his
face flushed, and left the office.”

“Well, well, well! No wonder he says
you are the sharpest girl in Wall street.
I think you ought to go back to the office
and ’phone to Mr. Thomas at his home all
about it, or if you will come back with me
to the office I will ’*phone to him myself.”

CHAPTER XVII.
HOW ANDY EXPOSED THE BROKER.

Jessie and Andy returned to the office of
Broker Thomas, and there they found the
janitor in charge, and he told them that
they had no right to return to the office
after the broker himself had left, and but
for the fact that Andy had been reported
in all the papers as being the richest office
boy in all Wall street he would not have
been permitted to enter.

Andy ’phoned up to Broker Thomas’s
home, but learned from the broker’s wife
that he had not yet returned home.

He asked her if he knew, where he was
at that time. ;

“No, I do not,” she replied. ag :

He then asked Jessie for the name of

 
14

HAPPY DAYS.

 

the broker in Wall street who was. with
Mr. Thomas in the deal, and he called up
that broker.

To his great relief he learned that the
broker was in his office, and Andy asked
if he knew where Broker Thomas was.

“Yes,” was the reply. “He is right here
in the office with me.”

“Please ask him to come to the ’phone,”
and Thomas’s voice was soon heard ask-
ing:

“Is that you, Andy?”

© Yes, Sir, and Jessie is here in your
office with me.’

“Oh, are you two making a courting
ground of my office?”

“No, sir. Business for the day is over
with, officially; but I have some important
news that I think you ought to know.’

“Well, let me have it,” and Andy told
him what had happened that afternoon be-
tween Jessie and Broker Griswold.

“Great Scott! Don’t either of you say
a word about it. Just leave it to Mr.
Francis and myself. You may kiss Jessie

for me, and thank her for her shrewd dis-.

covery. It will probably be the means
of saving us many thousands of dollars.”

“Say, Mr. Thomas, do you want Jessie
Sto hear that?”

“Oh, you. tell her yourself, and if she
prefers having me kiss her instead of yeu,
why, tell her to come down to the office
to-morrow with a big pucker on her lips.”

He heard Andy’s laugh and _ Jessie’s
giggle.

That afternoon Brokers Thomas and
Francis made a complete change in their
proposed agreement. In fact, the copy of
the agreement was torn up and the busi-
ness called off for the time being.

It was a matter of great importance, in-
volving nearly a million dollars.

Broker Griswold, of course, knew noth-

‘ing about the change in the affair, and
he expected that the deal in a certain
stock that the agreement called for would
80 _ through, and accordingly he invested
every dollar that he had in the stock, ex-
pecting to take advantage of a rapid rise
in the price of it.

He bought several thousand shares and
waited a week to see the rise begin.

By a bit of secret inquiry Broker Thomas
and Broker Francis. learned that he had
pought heavily of the stock, and they pro-
ceeded to bear it, and worked so well to
that point that the shares went down
pretty rapidly, to the great consternation
of several brokers interested in it.

The result was that Broker Griswold
lost about thirty thousand dollars. He
couldn’t understand it, but when he learn-
ed that Thomas and Francis were bearing
the stock, instead of bulling it, as he ex-
pected them to do, he became a bit sus-
picious that Jessie was the cause of it.

So one day he asked her if she had told
Broker Thomas that she had caught him
watching her fingers as she copied some of
Thomas’s manuscript.

“Indeed I did not, sir,” said she, which
was the truth, for Andy and not she had
informed Thomas.

That puzzled him still more, but he
dared not accuse her of lying to him, for
they had been on good terms ever since-she
began working in the building, and Broker
Thomas himself had been very kind to
him in allowing him to-have his typewrter
copy some work for him.

Broker Thomas, though, had become
fully satisfied of the man’s _ intended
treachery, and was ever after very cool
toward him.

The agreement that was to be signed by
Thomas and Francis never materialized,
and by degrees Broker Thomas ascertained
that the little bit of treachery resulted
in the loss of thirty thousand dollars to
Griswold, and he felt hugely tickled over
a

He told of the little incident to a num-
ber of brokers, but used no names, and
one day Griswold heard another broker re-
lating the incident as illustrating the
shrewdness of some typewriter girls.

When he heard it he recognized himself
as the principal character, although one
of the brokers suspected it at the time;
-so he became firmly convinced that Jessie
had lied to him when she denied that she
had repeated the incident to her employer,
Broker Thomas.

He felt very sore over it, particularly
the thirty thousand dollars, to say nothing
of his intended deal.

He was.telling the incident one day in
another broker’s office where Andy him-
self was sitting waiting for an answer for
him to take back to Broker Thomas from
a communication for the broker in whose
office he was then sitting, and he quickly
remembered the incident and saw in his
mind’s eye the whole plot and the incidents
leading up to it.

He heard Broker Griswold say that there
was one typewriter who looked a broker
straight in the face and lied to him, as
events showed.

Andy was so indignant that he then and
there sprang up and said:

“Mr. Griswold, I am quite familiar with
that particular incident myself. It hap-
pened in Broker Thomas’s typewriter’s of-
fice, and you were the broker who was

stealing the tip; she told me about
was I and not she who informed

 

Quick as a flash Griswold sprang to his |
feet and denounced Andy as a liar.

“Thats all right, sir: bk Cane prove, every
word I say by Mr. Thomas himself. It was
I who told him the story, and he acted
upon it, together with Broker Francis;
their agreement was called off and the
stock was not bought, but you, not under-
standing that fact, bought heavily of it;
then they turned bears instead of bulls,
and the result was a loss of many thou-
sands of dollars to you, which many gen-
tlemen in Wall street are well aware of.”

Griswold was so incensed at such a
revelation in the presence of so many
brokers that he leaped over a railing that
separated the inside offices from the main
entrance and struck Andy a. violent blow
with his fist.

Andy seized a chair and prought it down
with such force on the broker’s head that
it stretched him out on the floor. Of
course the brokers present interfered, and
the news went out all over the Street that
Broker Griswold had been floored by
Thomas’s office boy in the office of another
broker in Wall street, just below Broad.

The news spread rapidly up and down
Wall street, and quite a number of brokers
went into Thomas’s office to make in-
quiries.

Andy, of course, had explained the whole
matter to Broker Thomas, and that. in-
dividual had to tell the whole story of
his connection with it; but he sustained
Andy’s story and Jessie’s faithfulness to
the very limit.

Some of the reporters called at Gris-
wold’s office for his version of the matter,
and he simply said:

“See here, boys, it’s nothing in the world
but a Wall street. squabble, which will
beeome worse and worse the more it is
discussed, so I won’t say a thing. If young.
Phillips thinks he’s got a case against
me let him prosecute. I did strike him,
but didn‘t deliver as good a blow as I in-
tended. That chair he used 0n Me was a
heavy one, and I couldn’t stand up under
it. Wve nothing to take back.”

There were brokers who wanted to see
more trouble between the young office boy
and Griswold, and one of them said to
Andy:

“Look here. Do you notice what Gris-
wold says—that he has nothing to take
back?”

“Ves, E notice that.”

“Well, have you forgotten that he said
that Miss Jessie lied to him.”

“No, I haven’t forgotten it. JI’ll be older
some day than.I am now, and if he keeps
on living I’ll make him take it back.”

“Great Scott! Are you going to wait
until you are a grown man?”

“Yes, sir. I’m going to wait until I’m
old enough to lick him; but I’m not strong
enough to do it now, for he is fully twenty-
five or thirty years old and taller and
stronger than’ I am; but I am going to
lick him and make him take it all back if
I have to wait ten years.”

oS

CHAPTER XVIII.
HOW ANDY GOT NEWS OF A TRAP SET FOR HIM.

At the end of Flora Martin’s first week
in the office Broker Thomas paid Jessie
her regular salary, and Jessie very prompt-
ly followed him back into- his office and
paid him back.

The broker tried to refuse it, but she in-
sisted upon his taking it and walked out
of the office, leaving the ten-dollar bill
on his desk. is

“Mr. Thomas,” said she, “Andy insists
upon my doing so, and I agree with him
that it is nothing but right; but I don’t
want Flora to know anything about it. I
am willing to do that in order to have per-
mission to have a sort of headquarters
here when I come downtown, and if Flora
is crowded with work I’ll pitch in and help
her out.”

“All right, Jessie. Have your way about
it; but I want you to understand that I
am willing and able to pay the expenses
of a tyewriter.”

‘“All right, sir. I know that well enough.
You have been kind to me, and I am grate-
ful. Andy and I are on the lookout for
the next boom.”

It wasn’t very long before a great boom
was started in J.-& G. stock, and Andy
and Jessie made up their minds to buy
heavily of it.

Between them they put up margins
enough to buy ten thousand shares.

Broker Griswold had a spy on Andy, and
he and several of his friends made up their
minds to ruin him if they could. The spy
reported that Andy had bought heavily of
the shares, and so Griswold and his friends
formed a little syndicate among them-
selves and bought heavily, too, purchasing

|at least fifteen thousand shares, and that

sent the stock up like a rocket. Their
plan was, when it reached a certain mark,
to dump. all their holdings on the market,
and thus bring about a panic and Start a
decline,.in the hopes that Andy’s nrargins
would be wiped out.

lt was a. desperate resolve, but one fre-
quently resorted to among brokers and
syndicates.

By the merest slip of-the tongue Flora
caught enough to excite her suspicions
while in conversation with a young broker

 

 

who had fallen in love with her on first
acquaintance.

She repeated the remark to Jessie when
the latter was over at her home on a visit.
It was then about ten o’clock in the even-
ing, and Jessie went out to a drugstore
where there was a pay telephone and called
up Andy, saying:

“Andy, I’ve just picked up a bit of news
which I think you ought to know immedi-
ately, so come up to the house and let me
give it to you.’

“All right,” said Andy. “Ill be up just
as quick as the cars can bring me,” and he
went up and found Jessie at her home.

He knew that her mother had not yet
been informed that Jessie had made a for-
tune in the Street, and that she was. very
much in favor of his attentions to her
daughter.

“Andy,” said Mrs. Goodman, as she
greeted him, “why in the world don’t you
eome up oftener of evenings. Surely you
have nothing to do in the office of nights.”

“No, madam, but I have a thundering lot
of thinking to do. I am doing a big lot of
it to-night, too, and I want to have a con-
sultation with Jessie.”

“Goodness! Are-you and Jessie inter-
ested in stock speculations together?”

“Yes, madam, very much interested, and
for fear you may overhear what we are
going to say, I shall ask . to go out and
take a walk with me.”

“Well, it’s a pretty cold night, Andy,

‘so I'll go back in the kitchen and sit by

the fire and let you and Jessie have your
consultation in the sitting-room.”

So she went out.

Then Jessie told Andy what Flora Mar-
tin had overheard a young broker say
about the trap that a number of Griswold’s
friends were laying to catch him and wipe
out all of his margin in J. & G. shares.

“Oh, that’s it, eh? It could easily be
worse; but I’ll give them a surprise. They
have bought about fifteen thousand shares
themselves, and none of them have an
over-abundance of money. I’M show them
that itis a game that two ean play at. Hf
we sell out our holdings to=morrow our
combined profits will amount to about
twenty-five thousand dollars, when we
really calculated upon twice as much; but
if we dump our holdings on the market
to-morrow, the slump will excite the
market, and down the whole thing will go.
We'll simply play the game on them that
they are trying to play on me. We'll lose
nothing but what we hoped to make; but
they have bought on margins themselves,
and by to-morrow night they will be about
the sickest crowd that ever showed up in
Wall street.”

When Andy started to leave he found
that Jessie’s mother was at the keyhole of
the door leading into the parlor, and he
actually ran up against her as he suddenly
opened the door. He noticed the confusion
on her face, and she exclaimed:

“Oh, my! Are you going so soon?”

“Yes,” he laughed. “I heard you com-
ing, and I thought it was time for me to
get out.”

“Why, Andy, you can stay an hour or
two longer if you wish, as Jessie has no
company. this evening.”

“Oh, I guess I’d better go, as I’ve taken
my good-night kiss.”

“Oh, you have,- eh?”

“Yes, and I intend to take a kiss from
my intended mother, too,” and he threw
his arms around her neck and kissed her
on both cheeks.

She tried to resist, but Jessie laughed
heartily and urged him to do it again.

“All right; Ill kiss the mother for the
sake of the daughter.”

That was more than either of them had
ever said to her about their engagement,
and when Andy Jeft the mother proceeded
to put Jessie through a pretty severe
course of cross-questioning.

“Mother,” said she, “I’ll own up. Andy
and I are engaged. [ didn’t intend to make
a formal announcement of it at this time,
but I know that you suspect the situation.”

“Oh, yes. I could see that you were
both in love, and I think that you have
done well in becoming engaged to Andy
Phillips.”

“Well, I’ve a still greater surprise for
you, mother, and I guess that now is a
good time to give it to you. I have to my
eredit in a bank downtown a deposit of
more than one hundred and fifty thousand
dollars.”

Mrs. Goodman dropped down on a sofa,
the most astonished woman ever seen fn
New York, while Jessie threw herself i
her arms and began kissing her, saying:

“You dear good mother. Andy has, you
know, given his mother fifty thousand dol-
lars of his money. Now, to-morrow I'll
go downtown and place that much to your
eredit in the bank, and thus our mothers
can congratulate each other and be as
happy as we are,” and then she proceeded
to explain all about her speculations and
how Andy had helped her out and managea
the whole thing for her.

Mrs. Goodman could hardly realize their
good fortune.

CHAPTER XIX.
THE NEW TYPEWRITER.

When Andy went down to the office the
next morning Jessie informed him that she

 

had told her mother of her good fortune,

and that she, Mrs. Goodman, was probably

the happiest woman in New York.
“Great Scott! How did you happen to

“tell her before Christmas?”

“Why, your hugging and kissing her out.
in the hall brought it on,” she laughed.

“Well, how did she take it?”

“Just as I expected she would. At first
she couldn’t believe it. She said it was
too good to be true, and I almost had to.
swear to it. Then she broke down and
cried for very joy, and I was so happy, too,
Andy, that I had to cry. with her. Oh, but .
it was a happy time, for we have had a
hard struggle to get along, and but for you
we would still be struggling as hard as
ever.’

When Flora came in Jessie lost no time
in telling Her about how she had given
the secret to her mother, and then, of
course, she and’ Flora had to fly into each
other’s arms, exchange a few kisses and
shed a few tears. ‘The two girls had been
the very best of friends for several years,
having been classmates in school.

Andy happened to come into the Office
when they were locked in each other’s
arms.

“Hello, Hello!” he exclaimed.
do I come in?”

Flora held out one arm toward him ane
said:

“Right in here, Andy,” and the boy lost
no time in throwing his arms around both
the girls and giving each one of them a
kiss.

“Say,” he asked, “what started this
jubilee?” and then Jessie told him how it
began.

“Oh, that’s all right,” said he. “It means
that I am to hug and kiss you two every
morning, Flora, doesn’t it?”

“No, it doesn’t,” put in Jessie.
least not down here at the office.”

“All right. We'll have a meeting every
morning up at the flat. It’s not far out
of Flora’s way to come around there, and
after we have our regular hug and kiss
we all will come down here together.”

“Oh, what a nice thing it would’ be,
wouldn’t it?” JIaughed Jessie; “especially
for you.”

“Say, Flora,” said Andy, “do you catch
on? Don’t you See a little tinge of jealousy
in the old girl?”

“No, I don’t,” said Flora,
never be jealous of me.”

“Oh, that means that you are not going
to let me hug and kiss you every day,
then?”

“Yes, that’s just what it means. I’m
going to wait until I get a fellow that no
other girl has a claim on; and I will wait,
too, until I find one who has made a for-
tune for himself.”

“All right. Til take the hint.”

“Say, Andy,” she added, “you’re such a
lucky fellow that when I get a few dollars
ahead I’ll place them in your hands to in-
vest for me. There is nothing in the world
that adds so much to a girl’s good looks as .
the knowledge that she has a little money
in the bank.”

“Well, let me tell you something, Flora,
and that is, no matter how much you may
have let no one know anything about it,
for if any of the young brokers learn that
you have a few hundred or a few thousand
dollars they will want to manage it for
you. Do like Jessie did. Keep your mouth
shut. Young men think that a girl with
a pretty mouth and a few thousand dollars
is the most kissable thing on earth.”

“Yes,” laughed Jessie, “and it is the
same with a young man,” and with that
she threw her arms around his nesk and
gave him a vigorous kiss.

Flora laughingly held both her hands
‘over her mouth and Said:

“Oh, my! I must hold my mouth, for
that sort of thing is very catching.”

Just then Broker Thomas surprised them
by suddenly opening the door of the little -
office and entering the room.

Flora quickly removed her hands from _
over her mouth, but she and Jessie were
still laughing heartily. :

“Hello, hello!” ejaculated the broker.
“What's the trouble?” and he looked from
one to the other of the girls.

Jessie was blushing furiously, for the
broker had caught her just removing her
arms from around Andy’s neck, and Flora,
to tease her, saidsthat Jessie had just kiss-@
ed Andy, and that she was holding her
hands over her mouth for fear that she
might catch the habit of kissing a young
man, too.

Then mutual explanations followed,

Jessie told the story of having made her
mother acquainted with her engagement
to Andy and of her good fortune in stock
speculation.

It so happened. that one of the young,
clerks overheard a part of the explanation, —
and he went back into the clerks’ office and
repeated what had come to his ears. The
clerks had, of course, suspected an en--
gagement between Tessie and Andy, but
of her financial success they never dream-
ed.

Of course they lost no time in slyly
extending congratulations to Jessie, who
blushingly thanked them and admitted
that she was going to resign her position
as a stenographer and that Flcra would
take. it.

Every one of them professed to bs

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ice, but she said that they had no
to be grieved, for Flora was not only
i stenographer and a pretty girl, but
en richer than she was.
, what a fib,” said Flora. “JI haven’t
in the world besides what I earn
mn’t any of you believe her,” laughed
“She has a rich grandmother who
She learned stenography
grandmother’s protests because
ted to be independent; but when
ndmother dies Flora will be a rich

nythical grandmother became a
of great annoyance to the young
ter, but it did cause her to have
_ time, and young brokers in the

brought in work for her that
se she would not have received,

, added much to her earnings.

fy still ran errands for Mr. Thomas.
the broker that he would run his
for him free of charge rather than
and set up in business for him-

One day a shrewd broker who had been
habit of dropping in for Flora to do
ypewriting for him told her that he
ut her in the way of making a little
if she wished to avail herself of the

portunity.

Vhy, goodness gracious!” she exclaim-
“Did you ever seé a girl who didn’t
nt to make money?”

‘No, I don’t think I ever did, and if you
| keep that pretty mouth of yours
ed tightly I’ll give you the name of

stock that is going skyward.”

can keep my mouth shut except when
eating candy. Now, do please tell me
t the stock is.”

mie is B..&. Jy>

“My! B. & J.!” she repeated.
‘it selling at now?”

At sixty-nine. How many shares of it
you want to buy?”

Why, I haven’t money enough to buy a

“What

CHAPTER XX.

a ANDY AND THE SWINDLING BROKER.

The young broker promised to buy one
hundred shares of B. & J. stock for Flora
when he bought for himself, and told her
that he had done so-a day later. He ad-
‘vised her to watch the market closely, and
“suggested. that she try to persuade her

riends, Jessie Goodman and Andy Phillips,
o buy all they could of it. She promised
“him that she would.

That evening she called up Jessie’s home
and told her of her offer from the broker,
and then she laughed and said:

_ “Jessie, I believe that joke about my
grandmother will bear good _ fruit,
Do you know a broker down in

Phomas’: 3 office?”

“Why, yes; but I don’t know much about

i He seems to be a bright young man,
Tm really glad that he has taken a
: I hope those shares will

ance to speak to him about it: put he
“ame in and reported to Broker Thomas
: thout going into Jessie’s old office and

d by Broker Thomas. That errand was
rather long one. It was then that she
ned from another broker who came in
h some work for Flora to do that the

and she went over to the bank and

DU ip ten thousand dollars in margins
d ordered a thousand shares bought for
‘She promised herself that if it still

she would buy several thousands of
tock. Then she went home without
een Andy at all, and it so hap-

rhat that evening Andy was. busy
didn’t call at her home to see her,

the next morning she again went down

e Office to see him; but he was run-
errands and, without seeing him, she

to the bank again and bought another
housand shares, putting up margin, as

vy, Jessie was in here this morning
for you, and was quite disappointed
nding you in.’
m sorry I didn’t get to se her.
-yeturn here to-day?”
don’t know; byt she made a. pur chase
ome stock yesterday and to-day.”
treat Scott! What stock was it?”
5 & aE: ”
ood heavens! If she comes in again
6 I can see her tell her for goodness
ke to get rid of that stock, for it is about
yvorst snag in Wall street. #
c li, I’m surprised. A broker recom-
ded it to Me as a good thing to buy.”
pla it. yOu ve: got any . money oe

Will

 

into the water as far as you can rather

than buy B. & J.”

With that he hurried out of the offite
to run an errand for Broker Thomas.

When:he returned business for the day
had ceased, and Broker Thomas had gone
home,

That evening, when he called at Mrs.
Goodman’s flat, he found Flora there talk-
ing with Jessie.

“Here he is now, Jessie,”
“Ask him about it.”

“Andy, do you know anything about
B. & J. stock?” Jessie asked.

“Yes, I know a little about
enough to let it alone.”

“Well, I’ve bought some of it.”

“Indeed! You’ve been very foolish.
How much of it have you bought?”

“Two thousand shares.”

Andy caught his breath and gasped out:

“Of whom did you buy it?”

“Why, the Nassau street bank bought .it
for me, and I paid sixty-nine for it.”

“Great Scott! What in thunder did you
d& such a thing for without asking me
about it?”

“What’s the matter with the stock,
Andy?” she inquired.

“Why, it’s no good at all.”

It was then that Flora gave him the
name ot the young broker who had urged
her to buy it, and asked her to persuade
him and Jessie to buy it also. His name
was Blaylock.

Andy then got very angry and swore
that he would see Blaylock about it.

Said he:

“It’s nothing but a close corporation
that has no rating at all.”

"Why, Andy,” said . Jessie;
quoted in the paper myself—one of the
morning dailies.

“Yes: but it has no rating on the Stock
Hxchange. It’s simply”a trap that you
have fallen into, and if Blaylock doesn’t
make good to-morrow morning I’ll give
him the nastiest fight of his life.”

Then Jessie became alarmed, and. said
that she had only put up margins of ten
per. cent.

“Well, don’t you put up another cent.
You’re out just twenty thousand dollars
for you purchased two thousand shares,
and if you ever get a dollar’a share for
it you'll be lucky.”

The next day Andy went two flights up
the stairs above where he was employed
and found Broker Blaylock in a small office
up there, who greeted him with the air of
a well-to-do broker.

“Look here, Mr. Blaylock,” said Andy,
“you are interested in B. & J. stock, are
you not?”

/“T am,” replied the broker.

“Two thousand shares have ‘been bought
by Miss Jessie Goodman.”

“Yes, so I have learned.”

“Well, you know that those two thou-
sand shares are not worth the paper they
are printed on.”

“T don’t know anything of the kind.
good stock.”

“It isn’t worth the paper it is printed
on,” repeated the boy, “and you must take
those shares back, or your company must,
or you'll have trouble.”

“All right. Go ahead and make all the
trouble you want. Not a dollar’s worth of
that stock will be taken back. It was a
legitimate sale.”

“Legitimate sale nothing!” said Andy.
“Tt was a rank swindle, and I shall de-
nounce it in the public press this after-
noon as such and warn everybody in the
Street against it.”

“That’s all right. I guess that you won’t
find any responsible paper that. will pub-
lish it.”

“Tf I can’t I'll publish it as an advertise-
ment.”

“Well, they won’t take it because you
are a minor. A responsible paper will
be careful about that.” ‘

“Tecan attord. to.-pay. for. it, .Ssir:” ‘said
Andy. “I may not be of legal age, but I
can pay for what advertising I want, and
Vu denounce you, sir, aS a swindler of
women.’

“Get out of this office before I fire you
out!” exclaimed the broker, making a rush
at Andy.

Andy was not the boy to be fired out, so
he met the broker Bey: and a desperate
struggle ensued.

Several brokers pasaine along the corri-
dor at the time rushed in to separate them,
and of course they were soon pulled apart.

Blaylock’s face showed plainly that he
had gotten the worst of it, for Andy was
by far the more active of the two. His
face was pretty badly scratched, and a
patch of skin had been knocked off of his
right cheek bone.

Andy denounced the broker unscathing:
ly as a Swindler of women, as he had sold
Miss Goodman stock that had no rating at
all, and that he had taken advantage of
an unsuspecting woman’s credulity.

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FRANK MANLEY’S WEEKLY

GOOD STORIES OF

YOUNG ATHLETES

(Formerly “THE YOUNG ATHLETE’S WEEKLY”)

Issued Every Friday

By “PHYSICAL DIRECTOR”
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These intensely interesting stories describe the adventures of Frank Manley, a plucky young athlete,
Each number contains a story of manly sports, such as baseball, skating, wrestling, etc

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Manley’s Tandem Trick;
Manley’s Whirling Ten-Miler; or,
Manley’s Sweetheart; or, Winning
Manley’s Prize Skating Squad;
Manley’s Christmas Gift; or,
Manley’s Ice Carnival; or,
Manley’s Stolen Goal ;
Manley’s Ice Boat Regatta; or,

Manley’s Lion-Hearted Rush; or, Staking Life on the Out-come.
Manley’s Mad Break Through; or, Playing Halfback for All it is Worth.
or, Beating Tod Owen’s Fake Kick.

or, How. Sato Played the Gridiron Game.

or, How Hal Spofford Fooled the Enemy.
Making Wind and Fortune Twins.

Out for Kitty Dunstan’s Sake.

or, Keen Real Life on the Ice.

The Luck that Ice Hockey Brought.
The Grandest Winter Week on Record.

or, The Newest Trick in Basket Ball.

The Fellows Who Came in Second Best.
Manley’s Sweeping Score; or, A Wonderful Day at Curling.
Manley’s Snow-Shoe Squad; or, A Week of Rousing Life in

the Open.

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27 Frank Manley’s Longest Swim; or,
28 Frank Manley’s Bunch of Hits; or,
29 Frank Manley’s Double Game; or,

Battling with Bradford in the Water.
Breaking the Season's Batting Record.
The Wonderful Four-Team Match.

30 Frank Manley’s Summer Meet; or, “Trying Out” the Bradfords.

31 Frank Manley at His Wits’ End; or,

$2 Frank Manley’s Last Ball Game; or, The Season’s Exciting Good-Bye to

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Playing Against a Bribed Umpire.

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WILD WEST WEEKLY.

Containing exciting stories of the Wild West.
By AN OLD SCOUT.

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Wild West Cowing the Cowboys;

Wild West Paying the Pawnees;
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Wild West at Death Divide; or,

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Young Wild West’s Lively Time; or, The Dandy Duck of the Diggings.
Wild West at Hold-Up Canyon; or, Arietta’s Great Victory.
Making the
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Wild West and Navajo Ned; or, The Hunt for the Half-Breed Hermit.
Wild West’s Virgin Vein; or, Arietta and the Cave-in.
Wild West's Cowboy Champions; or, The Trip to Kansas
Wild West’s Even Chance; or, Arietta’s Presence of Mind.
Wild West and the Flattened Bullet; or, The Man Who
Wild West’s Gold Game; or, Arietta’s Full Hand.

Wild West’s Cowboy Scrimmage; or, Cooking a Crowd of
Wild West and the Arizona Athlete; or, The Duel that
Wild West and the Kansas Cowboys; or, Arietta’s Clean
Wild West Doubling His Luck; or, The Mine that Made a
Wild West and the Loop of Death; ‘ (
Wild West at. Boiling Butte; or, Hop Wah and the High binders.
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Wild West and the Scarlet Seven; or, Arietta’s Daring
Wild West's Mirror Shot; or, Rattling the Renegades.
Wild West and the Greaser Gang; or, Arietta as a Spy.
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THE GREAT FRED FEARNOT STORIES.

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Colored Covers. Price 5 cents.
LATEST ISSUES:

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Vow of Vengeance.

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358

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The Mystery of the Steamboat.

Fred Fearnot and the Boy Herder; or, The
Masked Band of the Plains. :
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The abduction of a Beautiful Girl.
Fred Fearnot’s Search for Terry, and Ter-
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Putting Down the Rum Sellers.

Fred Fearnot’s Fight for His Life; or, The
Cunning that Pulled Him Through.

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Fred Fearnot and the Fiddlers’ Convention ;
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Fred Fearnot’s Wall Street Game; or, Beat-
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Fred Fearnot and the Wild Mustang; or, A
Chase of Thirty Days. s

Fred Fearnot and the Boasting Cowboy; or,
Teaching a Braggart a Lesson. |

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The Bradys and Corporal Tim; or, The Mys-
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The Bradys’ Banner Raid; or, The White
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The Bradys and the Safe Blowers; or, Chas-
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The Bradys at Gold Lake; or, Solving a
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The Bradys and “Dr. Doo-Da-Day”’; or, The
Man Who was Lost on Mott Street.

The Bradys’ Tombstone ‘‘Terror’”’ ;
the Arizona Mine Wreckers.

The Bradys and the Witch Doctor; or, Mys-
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The Bradys and Alderman Brown; or, Af-
ter the Grafters of Greenville.

The Bradys.in “Little Pekin”;
of the Chinese Gold King.
The Bradys 1d the Boston Special;

The Ma; ho was
Street.
The Bradys and the Death Club; or, The
Secret Band of Seven.
or, After the

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355
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or, The Case

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The Bradys’ Chinese Raid;
Man-Hunters of Montana.

The Bradys and the Bankers’ League; or,
Dark Doings in Wall Street.
The Bradys’ Call te Geldfields; or, Down-
“ing the “Knights of Nevada.” ~
The Bradys and the Pit of Death; or, Trap-
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The Bradys and the Boston Broker; or, The
Man Who Woke up Wall. Street.
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Nazoma; or, Lost Among the Head-Hunt-
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From Newsboy to President; or, Fighting
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Jack Harold, The Cabin Boy; or, Ten Years

~ on an Unlucky Ship. By Capt. Thos. H.
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Gold Gulch; or, Pandy HBllis’s Last Trail.
By -An Old Scout.

Dick Darlton, the Poor-House Boy; or, The
Struggles of a-Friendless Waif. By H.
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The Haunted Light-House; or, The Black
Band of the Coast. By Howard Austin.

The Boss Boy Bootblack of New York; or,
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General Sherman’s Boy Spy; or, The March
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Kit Carson’s Kit; or, The Young Army
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Beyond the Aurora; or, The Search for the
Magnet Mountain. By Berton Bertrew.

Seven Diamond Skulls; or, The Secret City
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Over the Line; or, The Rich and Poor Boys
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The Liberty Boys’ Fair Friend; or, @he —
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The Liberty Boys “Stumped” ;
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The Liberty Boys’ Own Mark; or, Trouble
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The Liberty Boys: at Newport; or, The
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The Liberty Boys and “Black Joe’; or, The
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The Liberty Boys Hard at Work; or, After
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The Liberty Boys and the “Shirtmen’’; or,
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The Liberty Boys at Fort Nelson; or, The
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he Liberty Boys and Captain Betts;
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The Liberty Boys at Bemis
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The Liberty Boys at New London; or, The
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The Liberty Boys Banished; or, Sent Away
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The Liberty Boys at the State Line; or,
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The Liberty Boys’ Terrible Trip; or, On
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