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Dangers of Working Girls, 
 
 OR, 
 
 DEALERS IN WHITE WOriEN. 
 
 A Romantic Story Founded Upon the Play of 
 
 the Same Name. . 
 
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Dangers of Working Girls 
 
 CHAPTER I. 
 
 Tub air was filled with ati^i^tj rain. Thfi night 
 shadows were beginning to desc end early because 
 of lateness of the fall. * AHaootit t5\e ^triset^were 
 hurrying to their homes, where warm, bright fire- 
 ^'ides allured them. But there w^as one unhappy 
 little creature swaying to and fro in her misery 
 and loneliness without home or friends. 
 
 She dared not speak to the passers-by. Her 
 one ambition seemed to be to get away from the 
 hurrying crowd, and she shrank into a hallway 
 iieveral times, only to crawl forth again and walk 
 toward the river. 
 
 Suddenljr she started to run upon hearing foot- 
 steps behind her, but her strength gave out and 
 she sank d^^wn upon a nearby step, when the 
 sound of the footsteps came nearer and she timid- 
 
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 ly raised her head, but the new-comer west on his 
 way without looking at her, and she sighed and 
 started on again. 
 
 *^I thought it was he," whispered she to herself. 
 "There is nothing now that does not put me in 
 mind of him. Oh, God, what shall I do? If I only 
 knew of some one who would care for a girl, then 
 I would not go to the river, but I would rather die 
 than ha^^'.liim fiii4 pQf^^ I 
 
 S^e;stri]!gglfid.iip^\gair^, her wet skirt dragging 
 about 'het'*'^Wepihg!^Miibs; feeling that nothing 
 remained but death in the dark river. 
 
 What gave a girl inspiration to live when she 
 had no money, nothing to live for and being 
 hunted to earth by a villain? 
 
 Her griefs rushed over her as the storm grew 
 more furious, and thinking she heard a familiar 
 step she hurried on faster than ever. 
 
 "If only some one would help me a little I 
 would be so happy, but I can't stay out in the 
 storm, and if the police should find me they would 
 give me over to him. Oh, God in heaven, take me 
 to Thyself rather than have that happen." 
 
 By this time she could hear the rushing of the 
 
DANGERS OP WORKING GIRLS. 5 
 
 river and the awful lapping and roaring of the 
 waves. 
 
 "Oh, they seem to tell me of a peaceful time be- 
 yond the struggle for breath," said she; "yes, I 
 will do this thing, for I can never get away from 
 him again if he finds me." 
 
 She did not w ait to lift her once pretty skirts. 
 What did it matter now if her legs were wet and 
 weak? Just beyond was warmth and forgetful- 
 ness. What did it matter if she were hungry and 
 cold? Just beyond there would be no hunger, no 
 chance to remember that she had been like a 
 hunted animal. 
 
 Her eyes were fastened upon the dark water 
 and her fingers clutched at a small bag she car- 
 ried in her hand. 
 
 "I'm going to take your picture with me, sweet 
 
 . father and mother," whispered she. "If you had 
 
 only lived then would I have been saved, but 
 
 father, dear, you, too, came under his dreadful 
 
 spell, and I'm coming to you both, dear, and may 
 
 /the good Savior receive my spirit." 
 
 ^ Muttering this, she lifted her head and peered^ 
 
 Into the now dense darkness and shuddered as she 
 
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 heard the roaring of the water. Summoning all 
 her courage, she stepped to the edge. Her sweet 
 face worked in spasms of pain. Her tender, sensi- 
 tive mouth took upon it the droop of death, while » 
 into her eyes sprang an expression of relief. She * 
 was going to her father and mother, where there 
 would be no trouble for her, a calm awakening 
 into peace. 
 
 The waves seemed to lap farther and farther, 
 as if tempting her into their depths. She reached 
 out her hands and called loudly into the night 
 air, and then took a spring, and when the waves 
 closed over the curly head a dark hat floated 
 away upon the water. 
 
 A young man was hurrying through the storm 
 and seemed to be unwilling to wait for anything, 
 for another traveler ran into him, and the 
 younger of the two barely stopped to apologize. 
 He, too, was going toward the river. 
 
 "I hope to heaven that Isidore will be there," 
 muttered he, as he drew his muffler closer to keep 
 out the rain. "It seems as if we are bound to 
 
DANGERS OF WORKING GIRLS. J 
 
 escape each other. But it's only eight o'clock, and 
 I told him to be here at eight fifteen. A fine place 
 for two old pals to meet. Whew ! what a storm ! ' 
 I feel sorry for any poor devil who is out to- j 
 night." *" 
 
 He hastened his footsteps and entered the pier- 
 house. 
 
 "Not here," exclaimed he; "if Izy thinks I'm 
 going to stay about here without him he's much 
 mistaken. Why, there he is now." 
 
 He ran forward and saw the figure he had 
 taken for his friend was the form of a woman. 
 
 She was in the act of springing from the dock, 
 and instantly he had his thoughts about him. His 
 eyes were glued upon the spot where she had dis- 
 appeared. Then he slipped into a small boat at 
 the right of the pier, and cutting the rope was 
 into the roaring waves in an instant. The girl's 
 body came up almost in the place where he was 
 steadying the skiff. He put out his hands and 
 grappled with her. 
 
 "Don't, don't," she said; "I want to go to 
 mother. I want to be with them both. Let me 
 go — oh, let me go !" 
 
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 But the determined rescuer had no such inten- 
 tions. He drew her, struggling, into the boat and 
 spoke quite sternly to her. 
 
 "You must rest quietly there until I get you to 
 land," said he. "There, now, you'll soon be where 
 it is warm. Poor child, don't shiver so. I will 
 not hand you over to^ the police." 
 
 "Better kill me than that," moaned the girl. 
 "Oh, please put me back into the water. I was 
 just beginning to grow warm. Please, please." 
 
 Her teeth chattered and she shuddered as the 
 boat came against the pier. He drew her into a 
 safe place, and then turned her face toward the 
 light. Bedraggled with w^ater and soiled with the 
 mud into which she had sunk, the observer ye^ 
 could see that she was beautiful. Her eyes were 
 luminous with fear and pleading and her hair 
 hung in wet curls about the pale, lovely face. 
 
 "You are beautiful," said he slowly, "and yet 
 you were trying to kill yourself. Little woman, 
 I've been right there myself when I looked into 
 the water and it called me to come. Now, listen, 
 you must never do such a thing again. Never, 
 never. There is always a struggle which you 
 
DANGERS OP WORKING GIRLS. g 
 
 must make. Here is some money ; go to that hotel 
 and get warmed and stay all night and to-morrow 
 you will have an opportunity to get something to 
 -; do, and this will keep you a long time." 
 ' Tremblingly she lifted his hand to her lips, and 
 a great sob rose in her throat. She knew not 
 how to thank him, but he gave her no chance, for 
 while she hesitated he pushed her gently from 
 him. 
 
 "Don't wait, child, to thank me ; your teeth are 
 chattering so that you will catch your death of 
 cold, and you can hardly walk from the water in 
 your clothes. Wait a minute, I'll get some of it 
 out." 
 
 Taking his gloves from his hands, he wrung the 
 water from his companion's clothes. She stood 
 looking at him in an appealing manner. 
 
 "There now, you won't have such a time to 
 walk," soothed he. "Now run and don't tell any- 
 one you jumped into the river. Take this money, 
 and it will help you. Good-night." 
 
 Like a frightened deer the girl ran into the 
 darkness, leaving the man looking after her. He 
 
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 had only time to draw himself together when a 
 voice called to him : 
 
 "Where are you, Barney?" 
 
 "Here.'' 
 
 "Well, for the love of heaven, ain't you got 
 nothing to do but to stand out in the rain on a 
 night like this?" 
 
 The speaker was of Jewish extraction and his 
 brogue was harsh and somewhat funny. 
 
 The man spoken to shrugged his shoulders. 
 
 "Our trade knows no sunshine," said he, as he 
 lighted a cigar. 
 
 "That's true, but such a night ! The very rain 
 is like a set of needles going through one's skin."^ 
 
 "Yes," said the other. "I was just saying to 
 myself that I pitied any poor devil out to-night.'^ 
 But he said nothing about the girl he had takea 
 from the water. 
 
 "Poor little girl, I'll keep it to myself. For 'tis 
 none of Izy's business." He took some long puffs 
 upon his cigar and held his head high in the air. 
 
 "She had the face of an angel," muttered he to 
 himself. "I wonder what sent her to such a pass.'" 
 
 "What you talking to yourself for?" asked Izy, 
 
DANGERS OF WORKING GIRLS. 11 
 
 as heidrew»his»coat closer about his form. "Seems 
 to me you're acting strange." 
 
 "It's cold; that's all.'' 
 
 "Sure, it's cold," responded the Jew, "but that^ 
 don't need to make you mutter like a magpie." 
 
 "Well, let's make plans. Did you get into that 
 house ?'^ 
 
 "Nope, they don't want no help there," was the 
 answer. 
 
 "Did you apply?" 
 
 "Did I apply? Well, I guess I did, and what 
 do you think, when I insisted, the butler gave me 
 a kick and sent me out in the rain." 
 
 "Poor Izy, I do not know but what you have as 
 trying a time as I do." 
 
 "Not so much risk, though, boss," commented 
 the Jew. "I take my share of the graft without 
 the danger of getting pinched." 
 
 "Then we'll have to give up the thought of that 
 place, for I cannot get into a house without your 
 help." 
 
 "Then think of some other place," cried Izy. 
 
 "It's hard work to think," answered Barney 
 
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 Branton, lifting his cigar and knocking the ashes 
 from the end. 
 
 "You've had your own success, Barney/' re- 
 plied Izy. "There is no cracksman in the city as 
 capable of getting as much as you are." 
 
 "True, but I stand in the shadow of the prison 
 all the time." 
 
 "Nevertheless, I believe that your wings are 
 tinged with invisibility, so that you cannot be 
 seen, for many a time I thought you were caught 
 and you were gone from your captors' fingers.'* 
 
 "Then we will have to put off this job until we 
 can get a better one. Don't worry. Something 
 will come to us, and I will send you a list of 
 names to try. Now, there is that Dean house. 
 They say that he is as wealthy as CroBSus and 
 always has a lot of money in the house. I may 
 get you in there. But now go home or your teeth 
 will chatter out of your head." 
 
 "Ain't you going?" 
 
 "Not yet. I do not mind a night like this." 
 
 "I hope you like it better than I do. I'm going 
 home; good-night. Write me if you hear any- 
 thing." 
 
DANGERS OF WORKING GIRLS. 13 
 
 The little Jew walked hurriedly away, striding 
 through the storm with his collar high up about 
 his neck. 
 
 Barney Branton stood still in the rain after 
 Izy had departed. 
 
 "I never saw such eyes in a human head," de- 
 clared he, spreading his feet to stay the pressure 
 of the wind against his big body. "She certainly 
 was a lady. What were those words she said as 
 she left? — that she hoped that God would keep 
 me from all harm, and thanked me for saving her 
 life. I notice that was after I gave her the money. 
 What a face! by Jove, I would like to see her 
 again." 
 
 He looked toward the hotel he had told her to 
 go to, but shook his head. 
 
 "What right have you, Barney Branton, to 
 want to see her, as good a girl as she must be? 
 To think of her jumping into the river on a night 
 like this ! God, but the very sound of the water 
 sends the shivers through me when I think of her. 
 Lucky I made that appointment with Izy, or sh* 1 
 would by this time have joined her father andf 
 mother she wanted to see so badly." 
 
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 Again he started for the lighted hotel. 
 
 "Pshaw, I've done all I could for her. I gave 
 her one hundred dollars, and that will keep her 
 until she can get work, and I wish now I had 
 given her more." 
 
 Barney Branton gave himself a great shake. 
 
 "Now, look a-here, Branton," cried he, "you are 
 the king of the cracksmen, and you cannot think 
 of a girl. But how my heart beats ! Those eyes — 
 oh, heaven, those eyes." 
 
 He shook himself again and commenced to 
 walk away from the spot. 
 
 "Go on now, fool, and let the girl you've saved 
 alone. She's all right now, and maybe from now 
 on fate will be her friend." 
 
 i3e walked rapidly away and disappeared into 
 the night. 
 
 After Hilda Muri vale's hand closed over the 
 roll of bills which Barney Branton gave her she 
 struggled through the storm and entered the 
 hotel. She simply looked as if she had been a 
 
DANGERS OF WORKING GIRLS. ^g 
 
 long time in the rain and her hair was wringing 
 
 4 
 
 wet, while her dress clung in a mass of wet rags 
 about her. 
 
 ''1 want a room for a night," said she, and all 
 through the dark night she wept out her thank- 
 fulness that she had been saved from a coward's 
 death. It all looked so different to her ; she could 
 not appreciate that fate had saved her when she 
 had wilfully sent herself into the grave. Then 
 she commenced to think of her preserver, and sat 
 up in bcil. 
 
 ^'His eyes follow me," whispered she. "I have 
 never seen such a kindly face. I suppose he is a 
 minister." 
 
 Hilda Murivale made the common mistake of 
 believing that any man with a good face must be 
 joined to the church. 
 
 "He could do nothing bad," cried she; "noth- 
 ing, I am sure. I can think of nothing but his 
 eyes. If I can get well and go to work I shall try 
 to pay him back. Think of one hundred dollars. 
 It seems that I cannot be thankful enough. What 
 a lovely man he was !" 
 
 Then she lay thinking deeply, and brought to 
 
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 her mind all the past. She remembered her dear 
 father taking herself and mother from New York 
 and going on a commission to England. He had 
 landed in that new country amid the praises of 
 his countrymen, but what an aAvful ending!' 
 Hilda did not have to bring her mind to a differ* 
 ent state to call up remembrances which made 
 her shudder from head to foot. 
 
 "Poor father, you are dead," murmured she, 
 "and your little girl almost followed you ; but for 
 the kindness of a good stranger I should not have 
 wanted to live." 
 
 She could not sleep. The thought that a cer- 
 tain villain had followed her from India and was 
 dogging her footsteps made her hide her head 
 upxler the covers. 
 
 "I don't know where to gOj" sobbed she. "I 
 want to get honest work. I would love to take 
 care of a little child. That's what I will apply 
 for, and maybe he will not think of me in the 
 edacity of a servant." 
 
 For a little while she slept in fitful snatches. 
 
 Her eyes would fly open at the slightest sound, 
 and her poor little head swam around as she 
 
DANGERS OP WORKING GIRLS. 27 
 
 thought of her experience of the night before. 
 Then again into her mind would rush the thought 
 of her pursuer. 
 
 "Oh, if I only knew where to go and where to 
 hide ! He seems to be always everywhere." 
 
 It would be timely to say that this girl feared 
 an Indian doctor, who was a firm friend of her 
 father and who had fallen in love with her, and 
 »he dreaded the thought of ever marrying him, 
 and her father had told the doctor that, while he 
 valued his friendship, he could not force his then 
 motherless girl into an obnoxious marriage. 
 
 "You see," Mr. Murivale had said, "that Hilda 
 is young and unwilling to marry you, and it is 
 her will not to, and I cannot force her into it." 
 
 From that time on the Indian had changed. 
 She felt that- his crafty expression meant some- 
 thing evil to her father. She begged her parent 
 to be careful and was not so much surprised when 
 one morning she found her dear father dead in 
 his bed. 
 
 She remembered the sorrow of her IndiaiJ 
 friend, and it was then that he pressed his suit 
 and tried to capture her, but with the strength of 
 
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 a young lioness she escaped and soon sailed for 
 IN ew York without letting any one know where 
 she had gone. 
 
DANGERS OP WORKINQ GIRLS. ig 
 
 CHAPTER II. 
 
 In a house on Fifth avenue a man sat reading 
 in a beautiful library. He seemed to be interested 
 in his book, for he did not hear the door open nor 
 see a lovely woman creep up behind him and 
 cover his eyes with her hands. 
 
 "Do you know who this is?" laughed she. 
 
 "Of course, my darling ; my beautiful wife." 
 
 "Yes, it is she,'' replied the woman, coming" 
 around and sinking at his feet; "I wanted to sur- 
 prise you, but nothing seems to do that. Sweet- 
 heart, are you going to have any one to dinner 
 to-night." 
 
 "No, I think not. Why? Do you want me to 
 go into the byways and the highways and hurry 
 them in so that you might entertain them?" 
 
 "No, I am very well satisfied to be here alone 
 with you." 
 
 The rich man took the beautiful face in hia 
 hands and looked deep into the violet eyes. 
 
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 "Karina/' whispered he, cooing over the name 
 as if he loved its sound, "you cannot tell how 
 thankful I am to heaven for sending you to me. 
 It is my one constant prayer that I might be able 
 to return the comfort to you in the way of beauti- 
 ful things.'' 
 
 "Ah, Mathew, I had never known happiness 
 myself until I married you. All my girlhood 
 days were unhappy." 
 
 "Let me see," said Mr. Dean, "I believe you told 
 me that your early years were spent in India." 
 
 "Yes, among a class of people that I hate. The 
 men are the most treacherous in the world." 
 
 "Your first husband, he was " 
 
 "An Indian doctor, whom I hated with all my 
 might," and as she said these words her face dark- 
 ened and instead of a beautiful smiling woman 
 she looked more like a demon. 
 
 "Well, we won't talk about it, love," whispered 
 the man. "All of our days shall be spent together 
 and you will never know another want." 
 
 "I know it, Mathew, and I shall deserve it; 
 don't you worry. What did you want to see me 
 
DANGERS OP WORKING- GIRLS. 21 
 
 this evening for? You said you had something so 
 particular to tell me." 
 
 Mathew Dean looked thoughtfully into the fire, 
 
 but he knew not how to open a certain subject 
 
 ' that had been on his mind since the day before, 
 
 being brought there by a letter which had come 
 
 to him from the eastern part of New York State. 
 
 "Just begin, darling," said the woman sooth- 
 ingly. "Have I been spending too much money?" 
 
 "Oh, no," cried the banker ; "if you want more 
 money come to me and don't worry about finan- 
 cial things. They are the least of our troubles." 
 
 "Then I cannot imagine what it can be. You 
 see, all my life nothing but money has ever been 
 my worry. I suppose I am only following after 
 old ways. But tell me, dear." 
 
 "Have you ever heard me speak of a brother of 
 mine who married in the Far West? Well, he has 
 died, leaving a child, a daughter, lame and home- 
 less, and she was sent to one of her mother's rela- 
 tives, who is now dead, and I am the only one who 
 f can give her a home." 
 ** Again the woman's face darkened, but she did 
 
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 DANGERS OF WORKING GIRLS. 
 
 not want to show her real nature to the man sit- 
 ting so close to her. 
 
 "And has she written you?" 
 
 "Yes, and asked to come here to live." ^ 
 
 "Then I suppose there is nothing else to do hut 
 to allow her to come. But, dearest, if I did not 
 jump at the plan immediately please forgive me^ 
 for I did not want our quiet times broken up. You 
 know I love to spend my evenings with you." 
 
 "And neither shall our pleasant times be 
 broken up, you foolish child. I simply live now 
 to come home to you." 
 
 "How sweet, darling," whispered the man's 
 wife. "I will willingly consent to have your niece 
 here if she does not take your love from me." 
 
 "That no one could ever do," exclaimed Dean. 
 
 But if he could have seen his wife after she 
 reached her apartment he would not have 
 thought her so willing to have the poor relative 
 there. She clinched her hands angrily as she 
 mounted the stair and the moment the door 
 closed she broke out in a terrible passion. 
 
 "To think just as I have him as I want him, 
 another has to come into my home and take part 
 
DANGERS OF WORKHSTG GIRLS. 23 
 
 of the money he should give to me. Oh, God, what 
 I have borne in this world ! When I was so calmly 
 telling him of my first husband in India I 
 thought I should scream. Husband, bah, what 
 do I know of a husband ! I never had one before, 
 but only a man that I worshipped more than my 
 life, and shamelessly he cast me off. And yet, yet 
 would I give all this to see him just once and feel 
 his lips upon mine." 
 
 She looked about hastily as she muttered these 
 words. No one must hear her. Then again her 
 temper got the better of her. 
 
 "An ugly cripple, a girl to sneak about and 
 listen ! Well, I'll see that she gets nothing, abso- 
 lutely nothing that I can keep from her." 
 
 For a long time after her passionate temper 
 had worn off she lay upon her bed thinking of the 
 past and weaving in her mind pleasures for the 
 future. 
 
 "Who would have thought that I could have 
 married such a man, rich, generous, almost king- 
 ly and willing to give me the world were it at his. 
 command. Karina Dean,^ content yourself with 
 your lot." 
 
24 DANGERS OF WORKING GIRLS. 
 
 She was trying to be satisfied with the exist- 
 ence that once she craved, trying to forget the 
 shadows of the past, out of which loomed the face 
 »f a man handsome, smiling, devilish, capable 
 ouly of bringing any woman he might love to a 
 degradation worse than death. 
 
 "I would give my life," she panted a little later, 
 "to be with you, Salsya, if only for a moment. I 
 cannot understand why you ever loved another, 
 but you tried to make me see that it was poverty 
 that kept us apart, but I know better. Nothing 
 but the waning of it could separate such passion 
 as ours." 
 
 Then, as if thinking deeply, she was quiet for 
 almost an hour. She arose and dressed, looking 
 more like an angel than woman. Her face was 
 exceedingly fair, and she was yet too young to 
 show the ravages of an uncontrollable passion 
 mingled witk a temper which would brook no 
 interference. 
 
 She spent a quiet evening with her husband, 
 only once mentioning the coming of his niece. 
 
 'TTou'll try to be a mother to her, Karina?" 
 
DANGERS OF WORKING GIRLS. 25 
 
 "Yes, if she will let me, but I have not yet geea 
 her. She might not take a fancy to me." 
 
 She was smiling as she said this, and how beau- 
 tiful she looked to her husband. 
 
 "Then I should say there was a perverted judg- 
 ment in that young lady," was his answer. 
 
 "Oh, that's because yoti love me, Mathew," said 
 she, coming up from behind and taking his head 
 in her hands. "She might argue something like 
 this, *now if he had not married this woman, I 
 might have been his pet,' do you see, Mathew?" 
 
 "Karina, it w^as a wise God that said that a 
 woman should be her husband's all. All, you are 
 to me, and always shall be.'' 
 
 On a train coming from upper New York State 
 a young lame girl sat waiting impatiently for the 
 train to stop. The conductor had shouted New 
 York, and the heart of the girl commenced to 
 beat. She was coming into a new world, a new 
 home, and would the occupants love her as she 
 had made up her mind to love them? This uncle 
 
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 of hers, of wh»om she had heard her father speak, 
 would he take her in his arms and tell her how 
 muci| he loved her?- And she had heard that he 
 had lately married, and maybe his wife would, 
 not like her, not care to have her about. 
 
 "There now, Elsie," mused she, as the whistle 
 gave a great shriek, "don't be a little fool. Your 
 uncle is your own flesh and blood. Surely Ke 
 would not ask you to come to him if he did not 
 want you." 
 
 She hesitated a moment after the trainmen 
 helped her from the step, and then she saw a 
 handsome man hurrying toward her. The strik- 
 ing likeness to her father brought the tears to her 
 eyes. 
 
 "You are my uncle," gasped she, holding out 
 her hands. And who could have helped loving 
 her, the sweet little creature, all eyes and soul ? 
 
 "I am your Uncle Mathew, and welcome you to 
 our home. My wife is waiting for you." 
 
 Elsie sighed as she heard these words, and she/ 
 hoped this beautiful woman, of whose very pic- 
 ture she had stood in awe, would take her com- 
 pletely to her heart as her uncle had done. She 
 
DANGERS OF WORKING GIRLS. 07 
 
 would be such a good girl and not make them any 
 trouble. 
 
 "Your aunt is making arrangements for you to 
 have a companion, some other young girl, who 
 will love you and with whom you can associate. 
 Do you think you will like that?" 
 
 "I am sure I shall," answered the girl; "oh, 
 very sure. Then I shall not be a burden upon you 
 and aunt." 
 
 The home-coming was worse even than Elsie 
 had imagined. She was afraid of the luminous 
 eyes, afraid to lift her sweet face for a kiss, and 
 neither did she until the woman placed her finger 
 under the girPs chin and raised it to her. 
 
 "So you are going to live with us. Then we 
 must be good friends." 
 
 It was then she received Karina's kiss, and it 
 felt as if it burned her face. 
 
 "I am going to bring a girl here for you whom 
 , you will love. She is not a New Yorker by cus- 
 tom and neither are you, so you can become,; 
 acquainted with the city together." * 
 
 Elsie laid her head down upon the first resting 
 place she could find after she got to her room. 
 
28 DANGERS OP WORKING GIRLS. 
 
 She wept passionately for a few moments, giving 
 way to her feelings as if her happiness depended 
 upon it. 
 
 "She won't love me/^ sobbed she; "oh, I have 
 never seen such uncomfortable eyes. I could not 
 love her either. But this young girl and uncle — 
 oh, I shall make myself happy after all." 
 
 In another poorer room another young girl sat 
 with her face in her hands. 
 
 "Now I believe my luck has changed; I know 
 that I am going to have a home which will be 
 better than any I have ever had — and then I shall 
 be free from him." 
 
 She laid great stress upon those last wordsfc 
 She looked out of the window into the crowded 
 street, wondering if this man who was pursuing 
 her was among the number below. 
 
 "This letter says for a companion for a young 
 girl. Oh, how I hope she will be sweet and one 
 that I can love. If so, she won't complain of the 
 affection I shall show her." 
 
DANGERS OP WORKING GIRLS. ^ 
 
 The next morning this same girl, with a veil 
 closely tied over a beautiful face, stole out and 
 called at a residence on Fifth avenue. She was 
 shown into a drawing room, which, though beau- 
 tiful, was no more gorgeous than others she had 
 lived in herself, and the lady who s?wept into the 
 room could not but marvel at the supreme com- 
 posure and grace of the girl who had come to ask 
 for the position which had been spoken of in her 
 letter. 
 
 *^ou wish to act as a companion," said the 
 woman, hardening a little, chiefly because the 
 new-comer was more beautiful than herself, and 
 again because she did not like to see such man- 
 ners with a servant. "I should not think you 
 would like to take a position like this; it is 
 menial in a way," 
 
 The girl bent her eyes upon the speaker. 
 
 "Is it?" said she, slowly and more calmly than 
 before. "I did not know ; if my father' had lived I 
 should never have had to work, but I shall be glad 
 to get this position." 
 
 At this moment a lame girl hobbled into the 
 
30 DANGERS OF WORKING GIRLS. 
 
 room. The lady was just asking the other one her 
 name. 
 
 "Hilda Murivale," was the answer, 
 
 "And you are from " 
 
 The terrified look which this question had 
 raised in the brown eyes was noticed by the 
 woman. 
 
 "I — I — was born in New York State, but left 
 when I was very young." 
 
 "And for what part of the country?" 
 
 Again the eyes deepened in shade. 
 
 "The Far East," was the answer. 
 
 The words were accompanied by such dignity 
 that the woman refrained from saying more. 
 
 "Elsie," said she after a little hesitation, "come 
 here. Do you think you could love this young 
 lady if I take her as your companion?" 
 
 The two girls looked into each other^s eyes, and 
 each read a beautiful something there which ap* 
 pealed to the soul of the other. Hilda Murivale 
 arose from her chair, and Elsie hobbled closer to 
 her. They took each other's hands and but of the 
 fullness of two loving hearts smiled broadly. 
 
 "Oh, I am sure, auntie, dear," began Elsie, try- 
 
DANGERS OF WORKING GIRLS. gj; 
 
 ing all of a sudden to be loving, "that I should 
 like to have Miss Murivale with me if you give 
 jour consent, and I think I should love her." 
 y "Then she shall stay," said Mrs. Dean, and 
 glad was she of the fact that the lame girl was 
 now off her hands. 
 
 It did not take Hilda long to find out the con- 
 ditions of the rich man's home nor see that the 
 beautiful mistress hated the little niece, and be- 
 cause of this she tried the harder to make Elsie's 
 lot an light as she could. 
 
 Her own last few months had been so fearful 
 and had aged her much, but that was no reason 
 why the lame girl should not be happy, and in 
 ?p:te of the sorrow she nursed in her breast and 
 the thought that often brought her to tears, she 
 learned to be happy and to make another girl as 
 happy as herself. 
 
 The only thing that worried her was the 
 thought that some day she might meet this tor- 
 mentor of hers and he would make her accompany 
 him when she did not want to go. 
 
 "But there is certainly justice in such a city 
 
32 DANGERS OP WORKING GIRLS. 
 
 as this," said she to herself one morning when 
 Elsie had asked her to walk in the park. 
 
 These walks brought the blood to her cheek, 
 only to send it out again when she thought that 
 maybe she might meet her father's murderer face 
 to face. But each day they would return home 
 without accident, and Hilda grew to be less 
 afraid. 
 
 One evening when the two girls were alone in 
 the house, and Elsie was resting her poor lame 
 foot after a long walk, she said to Hilda : 
 
 "Have you ever been in love?" 
 
 The question, so rashly asked, brought a blush 
 to Hilda's face. 
 
 "I was in love with my father, but he is dead," 
 said she. 
 
 "Oh, I'm sorry I asked," soothed Elsie; "I 
 meant have you ever been in love with a very nice 
 young man?" 
 
 "No, I have met but one man whom I could 
 love, and I only saw him once." 
 
 "Oh, that's too bad. Won't you tell me about 
 it, or is it a secret?" 
 
DANGERS OP WORKING GIRLS. 35 
 
 "No, El«ie, no secret," replied Hilda, "and if 
 you would like me to I will tell you. Then listen." 
 
 Starting at the beginning, Hilda told Elsie of 
 her coining to New York, dwelling a little while 
 upon the fact that she was driven from her home^ 
 by the persecutions of a man whom she had since 
 seen in the city, and it took only a moment to 
 trring the bright tears to the tender eyes of Elsie 
 when she heard about the river, so dark and lone- 
 ly and about the young man who had risked his 
 own life to save her companion's. 
 
 "Now do you think you will ever see him 
 again?" asked she, smiling through her tears. 
 g7 "Oh, I am not sure, but I hope so, for I was in 
 10 condition to thank him properly for what he 
 did for me, and then, too, he gave me money and 
 I want to return it to him. Oh, Elsie, I have never 
 seen such eyes in any man's head." 
 
 "Oh," cried Elsie excitedly, "I do hope that you 
 will see him again. Think of it, it might end in a 
 romance." 
 
 "No it won't, for I feel it in my bones that he 
 is married." 
 
 "Oh, do you?" groaned Elsie, this time bring- 
 
34 DANGERS OP WORKING GIRLS. 
 
 ing out the sighs one aftier another. "Isn't that 
 awful? I was in hopes that he would love you 
 and you him — and, oh, what a lovely story that 
 , jWould make !" 
 
DANGERS OP WORKING GIRLS. 35 
 
 CHAPTER III. 
 
 Hilda Murivalb was now happy, and she felt 
 that at last she was safe and not being followed. 
 Probably the man who had persecuted her so long 
 had grown tired and returned to his own country. 
 Her life had settled into pleasant places. She had 
 already saved almost enough money to pay back 
 the royal gentleman who had given her the timely 
 aid upon the pier. 
 
 One afternoon she was out riding with Elsie 
 when she spied a funny figure hurrying along. 
 
 As if by chance he got directly in front of the 
 carriage, frightening the horses so that they 
 reared upon their haunches threateningly. But 
 after making the trouble he settled it, fop he 
 grasped the horses' bits tightly in his hands. 
 
 "Now, don't be a-hopping about like that, old 
 boys," shouted he in his funny German, and the 
 girls, feeling that everything was safe, leaned 
 over and thanked him. 
 
36 
 
 DANGERS OF WORKING GIRLS. 
 
 "You come to this address to-night," said the 
 lame girl, "and let my uncle thank yon properly, 
 for I know he will be very grateful to you." 
 
 "Wasn't he funny?" said Hilda as they climbed ^ 
 the stairs slowly. "I thought he was going to be^ 
 run over. He certainly is a hero." 
 
 And that German, the object of the girPs ad- 
 miration, was talking then at that moment rap- 
 idly. 
 
 "You bet, Mr. Branton, that I managed it. 
 Those girls were frightened to death." 
 
 "Well, well?" impatiently asked Branton. 
 
 "And they told me to come to the house to- 
 night and see their uncle and he would properly 
 thank me. All I want is a chance to ask for a 
 good job." 
 
 "Yes, yes, that's what you want to do," cried 
 the other. "Ah, this is the place I have long^ 
 sought entrance to. They are rich, Isidore, very 
 rich." 
 
 "I know, and what we want is some of the 
 money; is that it, boss?" 
 
 "Aye, aye, some of their money. What righ 
 have these rich to so much and the poor to »e 
 
 .1 
 
DANGBRS OF WORKING GIRLS. 
 
 37 
 
 little? I am called the king of the cracksmen, 
 Izy, but I have never yet taken a cent from a poor 
 man, nor have I taken a human life.'* 
 
 "I know that, old man, but what made you get 
 into such work? A man with your face and your 
 
 manners, a professional " 
 
 "Thief, that's right, Isidore; that's right, say 
 I the word. It fits the man, even if it does hurt, 
 I and I'm going to be the same thing until I die." . 
 "Would you keep it up, Barney, if you were to 
 marry?" 
 
 "I shall never marry now, Izy," was the an- 
 swer ; "I only once saw a woman I could love, and 
 she is gone, so there is no use of thinking of an- 
 other. Oh, Izy, you never saw such eyes." 
 
 "Well, oh me, my," gasped the German, "I 
 never thought you were in love." 
 " "Not exactly in love, Izy," laughed Branton, 
 '*but the fire is smoldering; if I could see her 
 again I think I should fall directly in love with 
 her." 
 
 "And then your business " 
 
 "Ah then ; well, Izy, we won't talk about that; I 
 know that she will be my guiding star, even in 
 
^g !>ANGERS OF WORKING GIRLS. 
 
 this precarious trade, so I might as well love her 
 as such. You know, Izy," and here Branton 
 stopped and looked at the other; "do you know 
 I've often thought that I would throw it all to 
 the winds if I could find a woman who would love 
 me devotedly?" 
 
 "They don't none of them do it," ventured Izy, 
 letting the smoke from a rank pipe filter up 
 through his companion's hair and clothes until 
 he gasped : 
 
 "For heaven's sake, Izy, don't smoke on me ; if 
 you must, here take this cigar." 
 
 Evidently this was what the other wanted, fior 
 he snatched the tobacco in his hands and immedi- 
 ately lighted it. 
 
 "Now then to business ; you go to-night to the 
 Dean mansion, and when the old man asks you 
 what you want you say a job. Anything will do, 
 but butler preferably." 
 
 "I see, I will do whatever you require." 
 
 "Then I shall in some way get in with Mr, 
 Dean. You are not to know me when I come to 
 the house." 
 
DANGERS OP WORKING GIRLS. 39? 
 
 "Of course not, servants do not speaCk to the 
 guests of rich men; he, he, ha, ha." 
 
 "Don't be a fool, Izy," said the other with dig- 
 nity. "There is nothing in me that is above you. 
 Now, remember, try and get in that house and 
 the graft will be good." 
 
 "I will, and now good-bye." 
 
 That night Mathew Dean was interested with 
 the rehearsal of the afternoon's experience. 
 
 "I told him to come and let you thank him, 
 uncle dear," said Elsie blushing, "for I believe he 
 needs help." 
 
 "That was not necessary, Elsie," said Mrs. 
 Dean. "You might have given the man ten dol* 
 lars. But never mind if he does come I will see 
 him and give It to him. It was kind of him to do 
 such a deed, the horses might have been killed." 
 
 Mr. Dean turned to his wife, eyeing her criti- 
 cally. She was so different since Elsie had come 
 into the house, and not the same woman at all. 
 
 "Why, my dear," said he gently, "it might have 
 
40 DANGERS OF WORKING GIRLS. ^ 
 
 been much worse than that had the "girls beea 
 hurt. The horses amount to nothing." 
 
 The beautiful face flushed and a certain fire 
 leaped into the dark eyes. 
 
 "To be sure," said she, "I know that, but I was 
 thinking chiefly of the horses because you were so 
 fond of them." 
 
 "But not fond of them as of Elsie," gravely an- 
 swered her husband. 
 
 There was a strained silence for a little while, 
 the woman too angry to say much, while Hilda 
 was timidly glancing now and then at her little 
 friend. 
 
 "Let's go upstairs," whispered Elsie, not so dis- 
 creet as Hilda, but before either had an oppor- 
 tunity to answer a loud peal at the bell brought 
 them all to their feet. 
 
 "There he is now," excitedly shouted Elsie. 
 
 "I will go, my dear," frigidly replied the aunt. 
 
 "But let me speak to him, Karina," said her 
 husband, looking hard into the now flashing eyes. 
 
 "Very well then, you may answer the ring 
 yourself. He will probably ask the butler for 
 you." 
 
DANGERS OP WORKING GIRLS. ^J] 
 
 She sank gracefully into a chair and turned 
 her face toward the fire. She did not speak until 
 she heard voices in the hall. 
 > "It wa'n't much, sir," Hilda heard the German 
 f say. "The little one told me to come, and as I 
 was out of work I thought maybe you had some- 
 thing for me to do. I would do anything honest.'' 
 
 By this time they were inside the door, the rich 
 man and the German tramp, or at least so 
 thought the broker's wife when she saw the 
 stranger enter the door. 
 
 He was short, fat and almost under-sized. His 
 red hair stood up in little stiff curls, which Hilda 
 mentally decided had been wound over a curling 
 iron. 
 
 "Well, I don't know just now that I have any 
 work for you. What do you think, my dear?" 
 
 He had turned to his wife and was asking the 
 question. 
 
 Now that he had deigned to ask her and over- 
 look his niece, she would answer. 
 
 "I have thought that Vance ought to have a 
 helper for a long time," said she, "but do as you 
 please, my dear." 
 
42 DANGBRS OF WORKING GIRLS. 
 
 The magnificent air in which she said these 
 words brought a grunt from the German. 
 
 "I hope I won't have to work fer her," thought 
 the man. "Oh, won't it be the devil a-walking 
 around to her music, but I must take it if th^ 
 offer iV 
 
 **Thcn, my man," said the rich broker, "you 
 may stay if you will bring me a letter from some 
 prominent man who will recommend you." 
 
 Isy's eyes snapped. 
 
 He knew that Branton would write a letter in 
 his elegant handwriting that would make the 
 broker open his eyes. He would ask him to send ' 
 it the next day. 
 
 So, accordingly, when Mr. Dean in two days'^ 
 time received a letter stating that Isidore Cohen 
 was the most capable help that had been in the 
 writer's household for many months and always 
 proved the best of help, Mr. Dean hesitated no 
 more and sent for Isidore, and soon he was a 
 member of the household. 
 
 Immediately he took a great fancy to Hilda, 
 and one evening when he was talking to Branton i 
 in their private room he said : 
 
DANGERS OP WORKING GIRLS. 43 
 
 "You ought to see that girl who is there as a 
 companion to Dean's niece. Talk of eyes ! Why, 
 man, she even takes poor Izy's heart out of his 
 body, i wish you could see her," 
 
 "I wish so, too," thoughtfully answered Bran- 
 ton, and he thought it strange that he should im- 
 mediately get an odor of the river and shudder 
 as he.thought of a beautiful girl who had plunged 
 into it that dark night. 
 
 "But I shall never see her, Izy, for when I 
 visit that house I shall go in the dead of night, 
 and that's all there is to it. Now, tell me how 
 the house is laid out." 
 
 This did not take long and soon the crafty fin- 
 gers of Branton had a plan made of the Dean resi- 
 dence. 
 
 He and Izy parted about nine o'clock, and 
 Branton took his way to the uptown club. There 
 was a certain mystery about him that made all 
 men like him. He hurried along trying to keep 
 the winter wind from his face, and without look- 
 ing up he crossed the road and ran into a young 
 fellow who struggled against the blow impati- 
 ently. 
 
44 DAN©ttRS OP WORKING QIRLS. 
 
 "I'm sure I beg your pardon, old chap/^ cried 
 B^anton. ^^hj, on my life, Kane, is that you? 
 This is a surprise. You don't mean to say that 
 you live in New York city?" 
 / *rBranton, could anything be nwre opportune? 
 Why, man, I've often wondered where you were, 
 and how life was dealing with you. Now let me 
 tell you something. Come with me to my club 
 and let's talk over old days." 
 
 "So I will cheerfully," replied Branton, "for 
 I'm not in the best of spirits just at present." 
 
 Together they went to the magnific^it stone 
 building, and Kane O'Hara had but to show h!» 
 card to enter. 
 
 They had seated themselves closely together in 
 a corner and were going over their olden days 
 when Branton asked : 
 
 "By the way, what are you doing nowadays?" 
 
 "Why, I am the best detective or so-called in 
 New York. I brought to justice those robb^*s 
 who took the money from the national bank." 
 
 Branton started and lifted his eyes question- 
 iugly. 
 
 "You don't believe that?" asked the other 
 
DANGERS OP WORKING GIRLS. 45 
 
 laughing, "but nevertheless it is so. You don't 
 know what it means to be famous, do you, old 
 man? Why, the morning after, you should have 
 seen the papers. How little we know when we 
 are in our school days what we are coming to V^ 
 
 "True," commented Branton. 
 
 How the thoughts were running through his 
 mind ! How incongruous it seemed to him to be 
 here talking to the best detective in New York^ 
 he, the king of cracksmen ! He had beea so-called 
 by Izy because no one had ever succeeded in find- 
 ing him yet. 
 
 At last he looked up and said : 
 
 "Have you ever been unable to catch any one of 
 the experts?" 
 
 O'Hara thought for a moment and then said : 
 
 "Yes, there is one fellow whom I would like to 
 get my hands upon. We call him at the office, 
 *The King of the Cracksmen.' " 
 
 O'Hara bent over and looked into Branton's 
 eyes. The conscience of the cracksman twinged 
 in such a way that he thought O'Hara was eyeing^ 
 him accusingly. 
 
 "Then," said he, "there is one you cannot find." 
 
46 DANGERS OP WORKING GIRLS. 
 
 He had straightened himself up so as not to 
 appear guilty. 
 
 "Yes," replied O'Hara, "but some of these days 
 . I shall get my fingers upon him and then I shall 
 show no mercy." 
 
 "I believe," commented Branton, now thor- 
 oughly in possession of his nerve, "I believe he 
 always attacks the rich, does he not?" 
 
 "Yes, that is one peculiarity ; never has he been 
 known to rob a man upon the street, but singles 
 out the richest men in the country and gets their 
 valuables and ready cash, but he will make a 
 strike some day that will give me a chance and I 
 will be right there, Branton, right there." 
 
 The enthusiasm of the moment had brought 
 both men to their feet. Branton closed his eyes 
 for an instant, and then said : 
 
 "And I will help you catch him, O^Hara, if — if 
 I happen to be around." 
 
 "There's no danger of that, Branton," laughed 
 the detective "Now tell me what occupation you 
 * follow." 
 
 Again Branton blew the smoke from his cigar. 
 He hardly knew what to say. 
 
DANGERS OP WORKING GIRI^. 47 
 
 **My uncle, you see," said he, looking stpaig^t 
 at O'Hara, "left me a fortune, and then I try my 
 hand sometimes at — well, at law. I like to see its 
 workings." 
 
 "Yes, I remember," answered Kane, "that you 
 always were nimble with your tongue." 
 
 There was something of the daring in Bran ton, 
 which came out plainly in his answer, 
 
 "I have developed more of a nimbleness in my 
 fingers," said he, "since you knew me, O'Hara." 
 
 "What, in weaving baskets or the like, or hold- 
 ing wool for the ladies to knit? Do you dance at- 
 tendance upon the sweet creatures as much aa 
 ever?" 
 
 Instantly there floated before the young man';? 
 mind the river and the girl standing beside it, and 
 with a shudder he remembered how she plunged 
 through the opening in the pier and the thud of 
 her rapid fall was with him still. 
 
 **I do not care especially for them as a sex," 
 said Branton; "maybe because I have not been 
 with them enough, but I know one girl whom I 
 could love were I able to find her, but I fear that 
 will be never." 
 
'48 DANGERS OP WORKING GIRLS. 
 
 O'Hara waited in vain for i^e recital of hia 
 friend's loye affair, but Branton only puffed on, 
 with no idea of telling it. 
 
 "Is she near so that you could see her were it 
 permitted?" 
 
 "No." 
 
 "Then where did you first get acquainted with 
 herr 
 
 "I met her one cold night, and happened to do 
 her a service. I am too modest to explain what, 
 but I never saw her again." 
 
 "Oh, a case of knight errant," laughed the de- 
 tective. "What a romance it would be if you 
 should meet her sometime. Think you not, old 
 man ? Have patience. Every dog has his day." 
 
 "So I think," replied Branton, and then again 
 their thoughts went to their school days. 
 
 "You belong here to this club as a member ?'* 
 asked Branton later. 
 
 ^Yes, have for several years. I know there is 
 none other as good in the city." 
 
 "I find the New York Athletic the best Tve 
 found," explained Branton. "But everyone to 
 
DANGERS OP WORKING GIRLS. 49 
 
 4is taste. This is more expensive, I should think, 
 U keep up." 
 
 "The most costly in town," replied O'Hara. 
 "Why, we have at least four hundred men who 
 can write seven figures in their fortunes." 
 
 "Impossible," ejaculated Branton. "Why, that 
 means that you have four hundred millionaires 
 here?" 
 
 "Exactly." 
 
 "A nice place to know," muttered Branton, 
 and then to himself he added, "for my business." 
 
 But the detective did not hear, for he was silent 
 and went on smoking. 
 
 "There," said he at last, "do you see that man 
 walking there? He is a great oil merchant, con- 
 nected with the Standard Oil. The one following 
 him is a stock broker in Wall Street, a regular 
 wizard in winning money." And then as an 
 elderly benevolent looking gentleman came to- 
 ward them, O^Hara said in a whisper, "here 
 comes a man to whom I will introduce you. I am 
 on visiting terms with his family." 
 
 As he said these words the gentleman saw the 
 
1^ DANGERS OF WORKING OIRL& 
 
 <(iEsteetiye and his friend and, bowing and smiling 
 came their way. 
 
 ^*Mr, Dean," said O'Hara, "this is my friend, 
 ^ Mr, Bran ton. Mr. Branton, this is Mr. Mathew 
 Dean.*' 
 
DANGEHS OF WORKING GIRLS. gj 
 
 CHAPTER IV. 
 
 Could anything have been more providential 
 than the meeting of Mathew Dean? Bran ton al- 
 ways gave thanks to heaven when he made a big 
 haul because he reasoned that a wise providence 
 could not countenance that one should have all 
 and another nothing, and that it must be by some 
 higher power that he was enabled to filch money 
 by the thousands and take it away without de- 
 tection. He rose to his feet as O'Hara introduced 
 him and looked keenly at the man before him. 
 He saw a good face, behind which a true heart 
 was beating, and for a moment his conscience 
 smote him. It always hurt Branton more or less 
 to be harsh to some one whom he thought good, 
 but the die was cast. Izy was at the residence, 
 and he w^ould have to do his part. 
 
 With this thought in his mind, he grasped the 
 hand extended to him. 
 
52 BANGBJRS OP WORKING QIRLa 
 
 "Am more than pleased to meet you/' said he, 
 pondering upon the advisability of speaking of 
 Izy, and then he said to himself : 
 
 "I'll keep if mum, and if it comes out I can g 
 simply say I had forgotten.'^ ^^ 
 
 There was some light talk betwewi Branton, 
 O'Hara and Dean, and when the young burglar 
 left the club he had an invitation to go to the 
 home of the millionaire. 
 
 It was with a hope that he could bring the time 
 of the robbery to a climax that he sent for Izy and 
 told of his good fortune. 
 
 "I shall come there this evening to call," said 
 the young man, "and if it is possible then the deed 
 shall be done with despatch. Now then, Izy, tell 
 me, does the old man leave much money in his 
 safe?" 
 
 "Does he leave much?" cried Izy. "Well, you 
 don't need no more than he has often there. Why, 
 man, I've seen him take a clean ten thousand out 
 of his pocket and put it in that safe." 
 
 "And the combination ^" ; 
 
 ^^Oh, I'll bring the combination to you anjr, 
 time." i 
 
DANGERS OP WORKING GIRLS. 53^ 
 
 After Izy left Branton the young man sat there 
 a long time thinking. He wondered what his end 
 would be, and there was a sickening thought in 
 his heart when a pair of appealing eyes flashed 
 into his mind. 
 
 "If I knew where s^ was," whispered he, "I 
 would throw it all to the winds, and no more ot 
 this life for me,'' and then another thought 
 seemed to penetrate his brain : 
 
 "What if she were married?" 
 
 "No, I don't believe it," he replied to his beat- 
 ing heart, "for if she were then why should she 
 have been willing to jump from the pier if any one 
 in all the world loved her?" 
 
 In another part of the city two men w^e sit- 
 ting in an office together; one we remember well 
 as the broker Dean, and his good face was wreath- 
 ed in smiles. The other was a large dark man, 
 with a black beard neatly trimmed in French 
 style. His dark crafty looking eyes glanced un- 
 easily around, as if he had been in the habit of 
 fearing for something. 
 
54 DANGERS OF WORKING OIRLfl. 
 
 "Yon have no idea how glad I am to see you^, 
 Salsja," said the millionaire; "it is years since I 
 have heard from my dear friend, Wallace. He 
 sent me this letter. When did you sail from 
 India?" 
 
 The other wriggled in his chair, and he knew 
 not what to answer, for he wished the man to 
 think that he had just arrived. 
 
 "But a short time," replied he evasively. 
 
 "And welcome you are," cried the kind-hearted 
 broker. 
 
 "Such a welcome I shall never forget," said 
 Pr. Salsya, "and if there is anything I can do in 
 return I shall be most happy." 
 
 "Then we will expect you to our home," went 
 on the broker, "to dinner to-night. Remember, I 
 am going to introduce youlto the most beautiful 
 w Oman in all New York." 
 
 "Ah, your wife?" asked the doctor, with spark- 
 ling eyes. 
 
 "Yes, my own dear wife. Strange, she lived in 
 your country for some years, but the territory is 
 large, and there is no possibility that you might 
 have met." 
 
DANGERS OF WORKING GIRLS. 5g; 
 
 "Most probably not/' replied Salsya as he arose 
 to go. 
 
 There was a firm grip of hands and the two 
 separated. The one called Dr. Salsya walked 
 hastily from the Wall street district. He did not 
 hesitate long, for he knew just the way to go* 
 Taking the car at the corner he transferred Into 
 the Chinese quarter. Then on Pell street he 
 stopped. And at the number forty-four he waited. 
 
 Suddenly he gave two or three short knocks 
 and the door flew open. A Chinaman gave Mmt 
 entrance. 
 
 "Is Charlie back?'' he asked roughly. 
 
 The Mongolian shook his head. 
 
 "Ain't here," said he. 
 
 "And has he brought any girls in heref^ 
 
 "Not this morning." 
 
 "Then, what under heavens has the fool hems^ 
 doing? He's been out three days, and only one^ 
 and she none too pretty." 
 
 "Well, I don't know not'in' 'bout it,'* gruntecl 
 tiie Chinaman. 
 
 At this juncture the door ox)ened and a sailor 
 
50 DANGERS OF WORKING GIRLS. 
 
 dressed in long bine trousers, wiMi his kead 
 drooping, stepped in. 
 
 "Where have you been, Charlie?" ai^ed tJie 
 doctor. 
 
 "Out." 
 
 "What for?" 
 
 "Looking." 
 
 The expression upon the rough face was more 
 like that of a child than a man, but he turned 
 almost a defiant face toward his master at that 
 moment. 
 
 "I ain't going to get any more girls," said he 
 crossly. "I hate a-bringing 'em in here f er you to 
 sell into slavery. I had a sister once myself." 
 
 "Oh, you did," laughed the doctor. "You'll do 
 what I tell you to. Now listen, don't you come to 
 this place to-morrow without bringing at least 
 four beauties." 
 
 "Ain't going to." 
 
 Into the eyes of the doctor crept a look of 
 hatred He turned upon the sailor. 
 ^ "You think because you're getting back your 
 senses that you can do as you feel like, but I say 
 that you shall not." 
 
DANGERS OF WORKING GIRLS. 57 
 
 Saying this, he walked to the man and placed 
 his hand upon his head. He pushed with fiendish 
 joy his thumb deep into the skull. This caused a 
 transformation in the sailor. 
 
 He rose slowly to his feet, the tears dripping 
 from his eyes. 
 
 '*Yes, master," muttered he; "yes, master, any- 
 thing you say." 
 
 "Then go now," shouted the doctor. 
 
 "Yes, master," and he went. Slowly out of the 
 room, sobbing at each step, complete slave of the 
 man who was making him his tool, went the 
 sailor, and the doctor burst into a laugh. 
 
 "Oh, he will get his memory back, will he?" 
 murmured he between the chuckles; "not if I 
 know it. He is too valuable for me to allow him 
 to have any scruples. I bet, though," he added as 
 he dropped his head upon his hands, "that he was 
 a dandy when he was young and well. But it was 
 a good thing for me that he was hurt in the war 
 and that bone run into his brain. I have only to 
 press its tip farther in to make him more my 
 tool." 
 
5g DANQERS OF WORKINQ QIRLS. 
 
 This seemed to satisfy him, for he iaaghed ont 
 loud and then stopped. 
 
 "But somehow he makes me think of somebody 
 I knew once, that sailor. I cannot bring to my 
 mind who it is. Bah, what a fool I am! One 
 would think that I, too, had a bone in my think 
 tank." 
 
 He went downstairs and looked over several 
 girls who were weeping in an iron cell which was 
 padlocked. 
 
 *What you crying for, beauty?" cried he to one 
 little blonde, her face covered with streaking 
 tears. "You are too pretty to cry. Come now, be 
 a good girl, and soon I will give you into the 
 hands of the best lover in the world." 
 
 He laughed again coarsely as he said this. 
 
 "Oh, God, please, please," cried the girl; "I 
 don't like to stay here. Please, I beg of you, allow 
 me to leave and I'll promise to be the best girl in 
 the world. I'll get my father to give you money. 
 I cannot stay away from my little mother." 
 
 "Oh, yes, you can," soothed the doctor, coming 
 near the cage and looking in. "You will only 
 have to beat your pretty wings the harder the 
 
DANGERS OP WORKING GIRLS. 59 
 
 tnore angry you get. Now look at the fury in the 
 corner, with the black eyes. Do you mean to tell 
 me that she is satisfied?'' 
 
 Saying this, he ran his cane through the bars 
 and poked a girl who was lying close in the cor- 
 ner, with her dark eyes fastened upon his face. 
 But she did not open her lips, but he saw them 
 curl up in scorn. 
 
 "Why don't you say something to him, girl?'' 
 'demanded the blonde, holding out her hands 
 pleading to the one in the corner ; "maybe he will 
 listen to you. Cannot you think of something 
 that will move his awful heart?" 
 
 "I would not beg him to let me free if I lay 
 here until I rotted. I'd consider him like a dog 
 or a jackass, the fool." 
 
 The terrible intense tones rose higher and 
 higher as she spoke, and she rose slowly from her 
 position. 
 I The doctor's face was distorted with rage. 
 
 "You won't sing that song to-morrow," said he 
 w ith an ugly grin. "It will be another tune when 
 a lover holds you in his arms and one whom you * 
 will hate. Think of that, my proud girl. Come 
 
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 to think of it, I believe you are the handsomest of 
 the bunch. Come nearer to the edge." 
 
 Slowly the girl approached the bars and 
 brought her face close up to that of the man. 
 
 "You are right pretty if you would get that 
 hateful expression from your face/' tantalized 
 Salsya. "Come, now, and soften up a bit, won't 
 you?" 
 
 "Yes, I will soften up a bit," snarled the girl ; 
 "well will I soften you," and saying these words, 
 with nimble fingers she i;ushed her hand between 
 the bars and gathered a handful of flesh in her 
 fingers. She then twisted Salsya's face around 
 and around and laughed the while. 
 
 With an awful grunt and growl, he tore him- 
 self loose and when he looked again she was back 
 in the corner sitting like a lioness would when 
 ready to leap. 
 
 "You fury," shouted he, "I will make you pay 
 for that. You shall be sold to the worst man in 
 the bunch of buyers and he will torment your life 
 l^ut of you." 
 
 V "Just tell him your experience," said the girl, 
 "and if you should forget, then will I show him 
 
DANGERS OP WORKING GIRLS. Q^ 
 
 whdt a girl can do defending her honor. Don^t 
 you ever try to put your hands upon me again, for 
 if you do I will scratch your eyes out. I wish now 
 I had done that. Oh, girls, look at that face, at 
 the blood running down his cheeks. I wish I'd 
 killed him, for he deserves it.'' 
 
 Her temper was at such a point that again she 
 went to the bars and tried to get at him, but the 
 doctor moved away with imprecations upon his 
 lips. 
 
 "I don't see how you dared to do that," cried 
 the blonde. "It was as much as your life was 
 worth. The attendants say here that he is dread- 
 fully vindictive and maybe he will try to get 
 even." 
 
 "Let him try," answered the black-eyed fury; 
 "just let him try. I'll make him sorry if he tries 
 any of his shindigs upon me. I can always bite, 
 and I would stop at nothing. I'll bet right now 
 that he does not forget that he laughed at one of 
 his victims." 
 
 Dr. Salsya went to his room, in which he rested 
 "when at the den, and looked into the mirror. 
 
 "Heavens, what a devil!" cried he. "I'll get 
 
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 her into a place where she will beg for mercy 
 from me. My, how her eyes blazed. I could 
 almost love a girl like that, only not she. I could 
 not help but think of Hilda when she was raging. 
 It seemed almost as if I could hear the girl rating 
 me for keeping her a prisoner. I wonder if it will 
 ever be my fate to see her again. I wish to heavei 
 I could forget her. She was the light of my eyes 
 when friends with me, but the moment I mention- 
 ed love, then what a fury she became. I wonder 
 where Karina is. There is the only woman in the 
 world who ever really loved me." 
 
 He was evidently thinking deeply, for he did 
 not notice the blood as it dripped from the 
 scratches upon his face. 
 
 *^Look at that now," said he, at last lifting his 
 head, "a nice-looking face I shall have to present 
 myself to-night at Dean's. It's good I brought 
 that letter. I could never have gotten into such 
 a house without something. Wouldn't Wallace 
 be mad if he knew that I used his name without 
 his authority ! But before he finds out the truth 
 I shall be far away from here. I don't think I 
 sLould ever have come to this place if it had not 
 
DANGERS OF WORKING QIRLS. ^ 
 
 t)een for Hilda. She is the one thing that draws 
 iiie from myself. I can never love anotber 
 woman.'' 
 
 That night it seemed as if fate were playing a 
 game, for gathered in the same house were char- 
 acters figuring in each other's lives and making 
 situations good enough for a novel. But, strange 
 as it may seem, truth is often stranger than 
 fiction. 
 
 Mr. Dean came home with a smiling face. He 
 sat down at the table a little late. Elsie and 
 Hilda were sitting close together. They were 
 whispering softly as the mild-eyed butler gath- 
 ered up the plates and walked out. In bustled 
 Izy with ice water and placed the silver pitcher 
 upon the table. 
 
 Izy had become a fixture in the house, and he 
 went from the dining room to the kitchen, where 
 I lie was met by a woman with exceedingly red 
 hair. 
 
 "Ah, Ann," cried he, "you should see how purtj 
 
g4 DANGERS OP WORKING GiRLa 
 
 those girls look to-night. I never did see the 
 likes. There is only one other girl in the world 
 sweeter to me than they are." 
 
 The ponderous form turned around, and the 
 blue eyes snapped at the German. 
 
 "And who might she be, pray?" 
 
 "Your own dear self, Ann," cried Izy. "Oh, I 
 love you and there is no use denying it." 
 
 For a moment the woman did not reply, then 
 she gathered her forces together. 
 
 "Look a-here, Izy Cohen, I don't have much 
 faith in Jews. But there is somepin quite takin' 
 about you. Now don't you think you can fool 
 with me. If you're in earnest then we will get 
 married and you will be happy with your Ann, 
 but don't you think you can fool with me." 
 
 Just then the loud ring of the dining room bell 
 made it necessary for the German to rush away. 
 He gasped for breath as he took himself hastily 
 up the stairs. Get married! Why, he did not 
 want to marry, for to marry was to lose liberty, 
 but to love was different! Ah, Ann had him, for^ 
 surely had he told her that he loved her. ^ 
 
DATSIGERS OF WORKING GIRLS, ^ 
 
 He walked demurely into the dining room, and 
 answered the summons. 
 
 "My, I don't dare to go back to that woman,*^ 
 muttered he, "and I'll just hang around here 
 until I know that she has gone from the kitchen. 
 Lord, I'll be glad to get out of this place. When 
 Mr. Branton says the word I'll be ready to leave 
 this house." 
 
 He waited about for a long time until he saw 
 the family come out from the dining room ; then 
 he went in to his duties. 
 
 "Say, Izy," began Elsie, who had not yet gone, 
 "I heard that you and Ann were sweet on each 
 other. You want to be careful of her. She used 
 to be in a circus." 
 
 Izy lifted his ears in a characteristic manner. 
 
 "In a what?" muttered he. "In a circus, you 
 gay? Then, my heavens, I'm a dead man." 
 
 "Oh, yes," went on Elsie, without heeding this 
 last ejaculation, "she used to break an iron bar 
 irith her two hands, and could walk up stairs 
 with four men on her shoulders." 
 
 Elsie was saying this in a very spectral voice, 
 und her eyes were dancing with joy. She could 
 
gg DANGERS OP WORKING GIRLS. 
 
 4 
 think ©f Dothing awful enough to add to peor 
 
 Izy's misery. Had he not just told this strong 
 
 woman in the kitchen that he loved her? Loved 
 
 her, bah ! Why, she was more like a man than a 
 
 ^ woman, and he could not take her to his heart, r 
 
 Then what should he do? 
 
 Elsie was still speaking. 
 
 "Oh, they say there is nothing she cannot lift.'' 
 
 "Oh, Miss Elsie, don't tell me nothing else; I'm 
 going to die as it is." 
 
 "Not quite so bad as that, Izy," laughed the 
 girl, "but I thought I would warn you.'' 
 
 Before they could say another word a loud ring 
 at the beli caused them to stop. 
 
DANGERS OF WORKING GIRLS. ^X 
 
 CHAPTER V. 
 
 Hilda had taken up a book and was sitting in 
 the library reading. She heard voices in the hall. 
 
 "Ah, so you are Mr. Branton, a friend of my 
 husband's? Well, do come into the resting room 
 and have a cup of coffee." 
 
 "I thank you, Mrs. Dean," said a voice that 
 made Hilda Murivale rise to her feet. She stood 
 •^till, the blood rushing into her face, and then re- 
 eding and leaving it pale. 
 
 "Ah, that voice," murmured she; "oh, where 
 have I heard it before? I want to get a look at 
 his face." 
 
 But this was impossible, for the speakers had 
 passed on, and the girl was left where she was 
 standing. She sat down again. 
 I "What a fool I was," soliloquized she, "a veri- 
 table fool, for it could no more be my rescuer than 
 it could be the President. There now, little silly. 
 
^ DANGERS OF WORKING GIRLS, 
 
 be sensible and see to it that you are not letting 
 your face betray you in case it should be he." 
 
 At the table she heard her employer say that 
 there was to be as company a man who was a , 
 friend of a friend of his. 
 
 "Why, it's strange," Mr. Dean had said, "that 
 I cannot remember his name. Never mind, I will 
 ask him when he comes." 
 
 So even his wife, the woman from India, was 
 unprepared for the shock which was to come to 
 her, unprepared for the strange turn of the wheel 
 of fate. 
 
 Mrs. Dean always made it a practice to enter- 
 tain her husband's guests with all royalty. She 
 never allowed them to go away without the best 
 opinion of her hospitality, so that when young 
 Mr. Branton was announced and she apologized 
 for her husband's absence, saying that he was 
 taking a nap, she asked that he would come with 
 her to try a cup of their famous Indian coffee. 
 
 She left him sitting talking with Elsie while 
 she went back to see who had just rung the bell. ^ 
 She asked Izy to bring the visitor into the parlor f 
 and she would be there. 
 
DANGERS OF WORKING GIRLS. gg| 
 
 Little thinking who might stand before her, she 
 
 raised her eyes at the sound of footsteps, and the 
 
 room commenced to whirl around, and she was in 
 
 , the presence of a man who had made the greatest 
 
 > impression upon her life. 
 
 Then she raised her head slowly and gasped, 
 ^Tou, how dared you come here?" 
 
 "I came upon Mr. Dean's invitation," was the 
 answer, and Dr. Salsya bent low to her question 
 with a smile upon his face. No matter if a man 
 is tired of a woman he never likes to think that 
 she is no longer in love with him. And this dark 
 Indian doctor need have no fear about the woman 
 near him. Her eyes devoured his face, while her 
 hand upon her side tried to quiet a beating heart. 
 
 "Then you know my husband?" said she in a 
 low tone. 
 
 "Yes, slightly, Karina, but only to-day. I 
 brought him a letter from a mutual frienol in 
 India." 
 
 "Ah, I remember hearing him speak about you, 
 ; but he had forgotten your name. Heavens, I can- 
 ^ not realize that I am standing in the presence of 
 the man who so cruelly wronged me." 
 
f^Q DANGERS OF WORKING GIRLS. 
 
 
 "Forgive me, Karina," cried Salsya, with some* 
 thing of the dog in the manger manner. He did 
 ot love her himself, and he did not want anyone 
 else to. This rich broker now seemed to loom up 
 before him as a possible suitor, the doctor fearing 
 that in this first moment the woman really felt 
 different from what she demonstrated. He want- 
 ed Karina to help him in certain things. What a 
 valuable aid, added to Charlie, she would be. 
 
 "Forgive you?'' hesitated she; "forgive you for 
 the words you said to me? Oh, it seems impossi- 
 ble. If I had any pride left I would not even 
 hesitate over it. But I have not, I am sure. But, 
 Salsya, have you missed me much?" 
 
 "Much?'' asked the man, playing a part; 
 "much, there are no words to explain how much. 
 I followed you to America." 
 
 With one great cry she fell upon his breast. 
 Heaven could not offer her such bliss as she re- 
 ceived from this man. He still loved her, and had 
 her rich husband been there she would have acted 
 no different, for the slumbering passion seemed 
 to consume her, and she ceased to remember that 
 there was such a thing in the world as ties more 
 
DANGERS OP WORKING GIRLS. 7|^ 
 
 sacred than those which had loomed up afresh to 
 lure her from the path of duty. All the old love 
 she had ever had for this man now rushed over 
 her. 
 
 "Sweetheart, heart of my heart, my lover and 
 friend,'' murmured she, "I have never known joy 
 before. I have not lived one day without you that 
 I did not regret that I lived, but to-night I can 
 breathe again, and know that you love me. Oh, 
 God, I love you better than life, better than my 
 eternal happiness, and may God forgive you if 
 you ever turn from me again." 
 
 She raised her voice as she said these words. 
 
 "Hush, sweet," said the man, himself feeling a 
 wave of the emotion that thrilled her. "We are 
 together now, and you need worry no more. I 
 love you, and if you say so then you may go with 
 me. I have a gigantic enterprise on hand and 
 you may help me." 
 
 "Ah, my love, will I go? Will I raise the cup 
 of happiness to my lips and then with my own 
 hands dash it to the ground? Don't you worry. 
 I will go with you when you say the word." 
 i ' "Then I say for you to come to-night" 
 
72 DANGERS OF WORKING GIRLS. 
 
 A sound in the hall made them both keep 
 silent. It was Izy waiting upon the door. An- 
 other visitor entered, but Mr. Dean had arisen 
 f from his nap ready to see his friends. 
 
 "Glad to see you, O'Hara," cried Dean. "You 
 will find your friend Bran ton here. He is a splen- 
 did fellow." 
 
 "Yes, I always liked him in college. You see 
 he was my chum." 
 
 O'Hara was taking off his coat as he said this. 
 
 "Come into the parlor. Ah, my dear, I did not 
 know that you were here," and as the second oc- 
 cupant in the room came forward he exclaimed, 
 "and you, too ; let me see, what did you say your 
 name was? I forgot it — Doctor " 
 
 "Salsya, Salsya." 
 
 "Oh, yes ; my darling, let me introduce you to a 
 friend of old Wallace's ; you remember him, and 
 this good doctor has come to be our guest for a 
 little while." 
 
 The consummate actress lifted her eyes and 
 held out her hand. "The doctor and I have been 
 talking together, and we are quite well acquaint- 
 ed with each other." 
 
DANGERS OP WORKING GIRLS. fg 
 
 The good broker did not notice that his wile's 
 face grew a warmer pink, or that she was trem* 
 Ming. 
 
 % **Yes, truly you told me to-day that she wa« 
 ^feeautiful. Let me do ^homage to the most beauti- 
 ful woman in New York.'' 
 
 Mrs. Dean bowed, and with her hand in that of 
 lier husband sank down upon the divan. 
 
 *^It is so pleasant to have friends to see one,'^ 
 said she when she could get her breath; "I am 
 happy to-night." 
 
 "And there is nothing in the world that makes 
 me as contented as to hear you say that, darling,'^ 
 said Dean. 
 
 The woman drew her hand away in a pretence 
 «f wanting her handkerchief. She could not now 
 iBtand to be petted by Dean while she was in the 
 presence of this man whom she had loved for 
 years. 
 
 "I love her so," explained Dean to his visitors ; 
 ^^e is the very apple of my eye." 
 
 Mrs. Dean turned impatiently away. She 
 tpamted no love words now from any man but this 
 •oea This Indian doctor, who had come again 
 
^4 DANGERS OF WORKING GIRLS. 
 
 into her life, was from now on to be her idol. She 
 cared nothing as to his poverty. She cared not 
 if he was as poor as the poorest in the world. She 
 would rob her husband, her benefactor, for him. 
 There was nothing she would not do for him. 
 
 She was sitting in a dream of bliss, in a trance 
 and spell of happiness, which she had never 
 known before. 
 
 As the talk went on she still dreamed and wove 
 in the air fancies which gave her exquisite pleas- 
 ure. 
 
 In the library Elsie was excusing herself and 
 asking Branton if he would mind staying alone 
 while she ran upstairs. 
 
 As she asked this Branton smiled as he thought 
 of the lame child running. 
 
 "Of course," said he; "I'll amuse myself with 
 these pictures." 
 
 Elsie ran into Hilda, who was coming from the 
 library. ' 
 
 "Oh, darling," cried the lame girl, "will you go 
 
DANGERS OF WOHICiJiG GIRLS. 75 
 
 into the resting room and entertain one of uncle's 
 guests, because he is there alone? Just tell him 
 who you are." 
 
 Hilda had gotten over her shock and had made 
 up her mind that she was mistaken in the voice * 
 that she heard, and she ran into the room and 
 stood blushing before the very man who rescued 
 her from the river. 
 
 He was sitting at the table with his hands rest- 
 ing upon a pictured paper when he heard a noise. 
 Was it a beautiful apparition that stood before 
 him? The same eyes which had haunted him for 
 months? 
 
 "Why, why, oh, I thought I heard your voice. 
 Oh, I — have wanted to see you so very much." 
 
 The man had risen to his feet and was taking 
 hold of her hands. 
 
 "And I, child, have sought for you since that 
 terrible night. Where have you been ?" 
 
 "Trying to live, since you have given me a 
 
 chance to. Oh, Mr. — Mr. Tell me who you 
 
 are !" 
 
 "Branton." 
 
 "Mr. Branton, I want to tell you how much I 
 
76 DANGERS OP WORKING GIRLS. 
 
 now value my life, and how thankful I am to you 
 that you saved me." 
 
 She disengaged her hands from his, and was 
 panting out her gratitude to him. 
 
 "And I am thankful to see you again. Little 
 woman, as I told you before, life is well worth 
 living." 
 
 "I have found it out since I came here to live,'* 
 answered the girl, looking about the handsomely 
 furnished room. "You cannot imagine how lovely 
 everybody is to me." 
 
 "There is nothing you do not deserve, child,*' 
 replied Bran ton. While in fact there were not so 
 many years between their ages as one would 
 think, yet she looked so dreadfully childish stand- 
 ing there in the little blue dress, the very color 
 he always liked. 
 
 He felt a sudden desire to take her in his arms 
 and lift her completely into his life, but what 
 would she think of the awful way he earned his 
 living? Never before since those days when he 
 had no money at all and had reasoned out that 
 the world had owed him a living one way or an- 
 other, and decided upon his own way, had he let 
 
 I 
 
DANGERS OP WORKING GIRLS. 77 
 
 it enter his mind that he was doing anything 
 wrong, and not until now did he bare his soul 
 before this questioning innocent girl and saw 
 himself in all his guilt. 
 
 "Elsie wants me always to live with her," said 
 she, sinking down into a seat, "but sometime I 
 am going away and into business for myself." 
 
 "And pray, what do you wish to do?" 
 
 "I thought of opening a school for little chil- 
 dren. You know, where I can be with children 
 who will love me. I am devoted to babies." 
 
 She said this without the least desire to make 
 an impression and his heart thrilled as he heard 
 the words. 
 
 How he would love to offer her a home, one in 
 which he could have little children of his own, 
 and hers, too — little feet to patter their way 
 into his heart. It was the first real desire he had 
 ever had for a child of his own. Always ready to 
 place his arms about a child that might come in 
 hiiB way, but to really have his heart flutter at the 
 ithought of one of his own, it never had. i 
 
 The sound of voices in the outer hall brought | 
 
Y8 DANGERS OF WORKING GIRLS. 
 
 them both to their feet. Mrs. Dean had entered 
 the room, 
 
 "Ah, yon have known each other before?" said 
 she, looking searchingly from one to the other. 
 
 "And I am happy to say yes," answered Barney 
 Branton, lifting Hilda's hand to his lips. 
 
 "I met Mr. Branton last fall," ventured Hilda. 
 And that was all that w^as then said. 
 
 But Mrs. Dean did not forget that these two 
 were earnestly talking when she came into the 
 room. In reality, she was seeking a place where 
 she might take Salsya alone that they might talk 
 and make arrangements. The man was delighted 
 that she had married a wealthy man. It only 
 made it impossible for her to insist upon mar- 
 riage with him, for he made up his mind that 
 nothing should tempt him to place a wedding 
 ring upon that woman's finger. Hilda Murivale, 
 w^herever she might be in all the broad earth, was 
 the one woman he intended to marry, and no one 
 else, but the woman now looking into Branton^s 
 eyes did not know this. Literally she had be- 
 lieved that Salsya had followed her to New York, 
 The thought had filled her with delight. Nothing 
 
DANGERS OF WORKING GIRLS. 79 
 
 BOW could make her aught but happy. No more 
 
 the thought of her husband came into her mind. 
 
 He was but a figure in her life anj^way, while this 
 
 i man, tliis dark passionate man, was her day star 
 
 ^ and hope. 
 
 Hilda arose and asked to be excused, her eyes 
 telling Barney that she would see him again. 
 
 Mrs. Dean also arose and said: "Won^t you 
 come into the parlor? Mr. Dean is there wdth 
 your friend, the detective, and they would like 
 Tou to join them in cigars." 
 
 This young man would much rather have re- 
 mained alone to think, to ponder over his good 
 fortune and to make plans for the future. But 
 Dean was his host, so he strolled away into the 
 room and sat down, after being introduced to the 
 doctor. The two men looked at each other, and 
 little realized that they were to cross each other's 
 paths in deadly hatred, and all over the love of a 
 slender girl, loving only the young burglar. 
 
 Hilda flew to her room. Elsie was just appear- 
 I ing from her own boudoir. 
 t "Oh, come in with me, Elsit," gasped Hilda, 
 
80 DANGERS OF WORKING GIRLS. 
 
 *^until I tell you. Who do you think that Mr. 
 Branton is?'' 
 
 "I don't know," said Elsie, her eyes growimg^ 
 larger with eagerness. 
 
 "My hero who saved me from the river* Mj * 
 friend, and the one who gave me the hundred dol- 
 lars." 
 
 "My, how romantic," sighed Elsie as she emrled 
 her little lame foot under her. "Did he know jou 
 first?" 
 
 "I guess it was together," said Hilda, "and yom 
 don't know how lovely he is. Oh, I wish that y^m. 
 might know him." 
 
 "Why, I did talk with him a whole hour. I 
 think he is perfectly lovely. And — oh, Hilda» 
 when you get married, may I not stay a part ©f 
 the time with you? It would be unendurable he3t& 
 with Aunt Karina, without you." 
 
 "Oh, but I'm not going to marry him, Elsie, jou 
 silly; maybe he is already married." 
 
 "Oh, I hope not, for that will take ali the ro- 
 mance out of it. Do tell me all he said." 
 
 Between blushes and sighs the young girl told 
 her friend just what passed between her suaA 
 
DANGERS OF WORKING GIRLS. g1 
 
 Branton. But she failed to explain about th© 
 lovelorn looks that came from the young man and 
 entered her soul and set her pulses to throbbing* 
 
 "Come in here," whispered Mrs. Dean as she 
 drew the Indian doctor after her into the dark- 
 ened conservatory. "I choose this place," she 
 added, "so that no one can come upon us without 
 our seeing them. They only come in through the 
 resting room." 
 
 "You are as thoughtful as ever," said the doc- 
 tor. "Now tell me how you came to get into such 
 easy places." 
 
 "After you left me," began the woman, and be- 
 fore she could finish the man had drawn her to 
 him and imprinted a kiss upon her lips. 
 
 "Don't mention that time when I acted like a 
 cad. I had more trouble than you can imagine. 
 There now, go on from the time you entered this 
 city." \ 
 
 The pressure of his hands upon her face sent I 
 the blood flying to her heart, and she thought she 
 
g2 DANGERS OP WORKING GIRLS. 
 
 was going to lose her mind, the ecstasy was sa 
 great. 
 
 "I simply met Mr. Dean on my way over," ex«» 
 j plained she when she could get her breath, "and 
 \ he asked me to marry him. I told him that I was 
 a widow, and he believed it." 
 
 "Simple old soul," commented the doctor. 
 
 "And as good to me as gold," sighed Karina. 
 "I do not know why I do not love him." 
 
 "Because you love me, sweet," said Salsya, not 
 wishing her to get into a mood of repentance ; "a 
 woman cannot love two men at the same time." 
 
 "Aye, darling, because I love you, and I have 
 never known another love in the world. But you, 
 my lord, my master, my all, you have but to com- 
 mand, and I will obey." 
 
 "Then, by the love you bear me, I <;ommand you 
 to come with me to-night, to throw away all your 
 past with him, and henceforth live for me alone.'' 
 
DANGERS OF WORKING GIRLS. g^ 
 
 CHAPTER VI. 
 
 They made their arrangements in the dark, 
 only the sweet-smelling flowers to look on, and 
 once in a while a twitter of a bird in the branches 
 of the ferns to hear. 
 
 Karina was to leave her room at midnight, but 
 before going there was to leave the onter window 
 open. Salsya was to come after her and also get 
 into the safe to get whatever money might be 
 there. 
 
 "Does he bring much money home with him?'* 
 asked the doctor in a low tone. 
 
 "There is five thousand dollars in there now,'' 
 answered Karina. 
 
 The Indian's eyes glistened. 
 
 "Then we will have that as your portion," said 
 he, smiling. 
 
 "I could get much more if you would wait,'* 
 hesitated Karina. 
 
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 "I will not wait," said the doctor, and then to 
 further add to the woman's delight, he said : "You 
 have been with him long enough. I claim yow 
 from now on." I 
 
 Such words to such a woman as Karina Dea» 
 was the delight of her soul. Her passive life with 
 her husband had floated away like a white cloucf 
 upon a clear day. 
 
 "Then we will take my jewels and all the silver 
 that we can carry. Oh, Salsya, we will be so 
 happy after our long separation. I know heaven 
 led you to me, and I shall never leave you again.'! 
 
 If she had been able to look into the future and 
 seen the trouble which this man was to make for 
 her, the bitter trouble which would cost her more 
 than her life, she would have hesitated before 
 going to the point of robbing her husband and 
 leaving the shelter of his love. 
 
 In another room Izy was fussing about with 
 certain things which were really not his business, 
 but he wanted a word with Pranton, and the time 
 
DANGERS OP WORKING GIRLS. gg 
 
 came when Dean arose and asked O'Hara to come 
 with him, that he wanted to talk about the rob- 
 beries in the neighborhood. 
 
 "Will jou come, Branton?" aske4 the rich 
 man. *^The fact is I wanted to confide my feara 
 to Mr. O'Hara before my wife comes and de- 
 mands that we spend our time with the ladies. 
 There is a dangerous fellow abroad. They say no 
 one is as clever as he. I would to heaven he'd try 
 in this house and I would be able to give him a 
 dose of cold lead." 
 
 *^Don't worry, Mr. Dean," urged the detective. 
 ^^This king of the cracksmen will not always be at 
 larga He is the only one working his methods. 
 Decidedly clever, that chap." 
 
 Branton rose, and with the same spirit of dar- 
 ing burst into a laugh. "It is not hard to take 
 money and jewels from some people," said he. 
 "Now, O'Hara, what if I should say to you that 
 you had lost your diamond pin?" 
 
 "I should say that you were mistaken," laud- 
 ed O'Hara, putting his hand up to his tie, and 
 then he started back. "By George, I have lost it- 
 Have you found it, Branton?" 
 
gg DANGERS OF WORKING GIRLS. 
 
 "Yes, I took it out of your tie when you did not 
 know it, when I heard you brag what you were 
 going to do to this — this — king of the cracksmen. 
 I wondered if you knew what it was to have a 
 thing stolen under your nose." 
 
 "I — I — ^well, old fellow, you really did get tlie 
 best of me. I am surprised. Now then, how 
 tinder the blue sky did you get that from me?" 
 
 "Took it, that is all," said Branton, "the same 
 time I took Mr. Dean's watch. I wondered why 
 he did not put cold lead into the burglar." 
 
 Branton had done it all in a spirit of bravado. 
 He wanted to see what these men would say when 
 he showed them what he could do. 
 
 They looked first from one to the other, and 
 O'Hara being the first to get his breath, said : 
 
 "Well, I must say, old fellow, you are all right ; 
 what fun it is to do those sleight-of-hand tricks !" 
 
 Branton stared. "Do you think that sleight- 
 of-hand tricks, O'Hara?" 
 
 "I don't," stoutly spoke up Dean; "I think it 
 downright light-fingered." 
 
 "You are nearer right than Kane, Mr. Dean^ 
 -and I think you know the meaning of words." 
 
DANGERS OP WORKING GIRLS. gj 
 
 They laughed it off, but O'Hara afterward 
 could not but remember just that little incident 
 which had at the time seemed trivial. 
 
 Izy came into the room after he saw the young 
 man alone. 
 
 "Going to do it to-night, master?" asked he. 
 
 "Yes, of course." 
 
 This without his even looking up from his 
 paper. 
 
 "Then I shall be ready after the family have 
 gone to bed, and, look here, boss, I don't want to 
 stay here in this house after to-morrow, for there 
 will be a woman after me if I do," and under his 
 breath he related the experience he had had with 
 Ann and what Elsie had said about her. 
 
 "Now where would I be, kind sir," asked Izy, 
 making a deep bow before Branton, "if a woman 
 who could carry four men upstairs in her arms 
 should get after me?" 
 
 "There would be little left of you, Izy," replied 
 Branton. "There now, go and don't show up^ 
 until you know that I want you." 
 
 For a long time Branton sat with his face in 
 iiis hands, absolutely alone. The only sound he 
 
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 could hear was a rumble of voices in the distance, 
 and once in a while he heard O'Hara laugh. 
 
 "I have seen her, my little girl whom I have 
 claimed so long as my own. My ideal girl, if she 
 did try to kill herself. My sweetest of maidens, 
 what have I done, made a barrier between us that 
 I cannot break down? I love you, Hilda Muri- 
 vale." 
 
 He still kept his face in his hands. There was 
 a silence which weighed heavily upon him. 
 
 "I will never steal another penny,'' said he to 
 Ihimself with firmness. "I shall be a good man, 
 one that can take the hand of that woman and tell 
 her that I love her. Oh, I do love her. There, 
 now, I've gone and fallen in love, just as I feared. 
 But I'll have to keep my appointment with Izy, 
 for he will leave the door open and expect me." 
 
 So the night wore on until Mr. Dean went ta 
 look for his wife. She was waiting for him upon 
 the landing at the top of the stairs. Just having 
 left her lover's arms, she was on the point of com- 
 ing to Dean when he met her. 
 
 ^^How beautiful you look to-night, love," said 
 
DANGERS OP WORKING GIRLS. g9 
 
 he, looking into her sparMiag ejes; "I have sever 
 seen you so beautiful." 
 
 "Because I am happy," Replied she; "oh, so 
 happy." 
 
 Almost on the eve of leaving him, she could 
 flaunt her happiness in his face, and he, poor 
 man, congratulated himself that he was the cause 
 of her red cheeks and sparkling eyes. 
 
 After they were in their room Mr. Dean kissed 
 his pretty wife good-night. She breathed hard 
 when he told her to sleep well and to wake up in 
 the morning as happy as she then was. 
 
 How many times in the future, after the events 
 of that terrible night had passed, did she wish 
 that she had her husband with her. But now her 
 heart was so filled with passion for another that 
 nothing he said seemed good to her. 
 
 Everything seemed so quiet in the house. Mr. 
 Bean had taken a final farewell of all his friends, 
 and O'Hara and Branton had gone out together. 
 The Indian had taken an effusive farewell. 
 i Mrs. Dean did not undress. She simply slipped 
 ' her fine dress off and placed upon herself a com- 
 moner one, and then sped to the resting room, of 
 
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 trhich she opened the window leading to the 
 porch. She had not been gone but a moment 
 when Izy slipped in and started to unfasten the 
 window, when to his surprise it slipped in his 
 fingers and it stood open before him. He grunted 
 and went away. 
 
 The time that elapsed between Mrs. Dean going 
 and Izy's coming was about the same when a 
 young girlish figure stepped from the library into 
 the room. She did not glance toward the window^ 
 but went on to the book shelf. 
 
 Suddenly looking up she saw before her horri- 
 fied eyes the dark face of the Indian rising out of 
 the darkness of the night. The man was entering 
 the window. 
 
 He had seen the girl even before she saw him. 
 Hilda was about to open her lips to scream when 
 she heard Dr. Salsya say : 
 
 "Speak not, for I have come to talk to you. Lis- 
 ten, you have struggled against my love for a 
 long time. To-day I located you, and now you 
 will come with me." 
 
 The man had forgotten the passionate woman 
 up in the dimly lighted room waiting with bated 
 
DANGERS OP WORKING GIRLS. 91 
 
 breath the signal for her to come to him, forgot- 
 ten that in the safe were valuables which he had 
 come after. Everything had gone from his mind 
 but the fact that Hilda, his little love, the girl he 
 had followed over the ocean, was here with him, 
 and that he loved her. Never more should she 
 leave him, never more fly from his arms. 
 
 "How dare you come after me," said the girl, 
 now mustering courage to speak ; "how dare you, 
 when you know that I know that you killed my 
 father just to get your vile hands upon me. I 
 hate you, you may kill me, but I shall not go with 
 you." 
 
 "And I say that you shall, now; do you hear? 
 Don't tamper with me, girl, for you have no 
 friends who will keep you from me. Listen, you 
 are to go with me now." 
 
 Hilda looked from side to side. What a fool 
 she was to come after that book — oh, if Elsie were 
 only there. 
 
 Hardly had these words dropped from the 
 man's lips before another figure appeared at the 
 door. The man saw that it was Karina, and she 
 had not yet seen the girl. Here was Hilda's 
 
92 DANG«aiS OF WORKING ©IRI^. 
 
 cjiance. She faded away like a spirit into th« 
 conservatory, the man being too much of a cow- 
 ard to let the older woman see his passion for her 
 servant 
 
 Salsya had told the girl a lie. He had not 
 bracked her there, neither did he know that she 
 was in the house, but with all his usual nerve he 
 had stood up and contended that it was for her 
 he had come. 
 
 "Ah," he whispered slowly, "you were prompt, 
 sweetheart; I knew that I could rely upon you. 
 My honey sweet, what is your advice?" 
 
 The woman's face was white as death. She 
 could have sworn that she heard voices, heard a 
 slight whisper just as she had entered the door, 
 also noticed a shadow as something disappeared. 
 
 But the man was so suave that in a moment sh® 
 had regained her self-control and was leaning 
 upon his breast. 
 
 It seemed as if the whole world were in evi- 
 dence, for just as they were bending over the safe 
 another head appeared at the window. A face 
 covered with a dark mask crept closer and closec 
 until a manly form sprang into the window. ] 
 
DANC5ERS OP WORKING QIRLS. 0g 
 
 Barney Branton had made up his mind not to 
 steal this money, but he had no idea of allowing 
 any one else to get it, even if it were the lover of 
 the rich man's wife. This he realized in an in- 
 stant as soon as he saw who the man was. 
 
 The money and jewels were out on the table. 
 He had his revolver leveled at the doctor. 
 
 His face was still covered, and he said in a low, 
 intense tone : 
 
 "You will please put that money back where 
 J'ou got it from." 
 
 Both the man and the woman turned and stood 
 paralyzed. 
 
 "Put it back, I say, maney robber and wife 
 snatcher.'^ 
 
 Slowly the money was replaced back into the 
 safe. 
 
 "Now, madam,'' cried Branton, "you go to your 
 room and thank God that you have been saved the 
 shame and disgrace of being with a man who 
 would not only take a man's money but his wife." 
 
 The woman's eyes filled with hate and fira Was 
 she going to be baffled in this her hour of trl- i 
 
94 DANGERS OP WORKING GIRLS. 
 
 umph? Was she going to lose the happiness 
 which was to come to her only through her lover? 
 
 Without a word she turned and fled and Bran- 
 ton sat down by the conservatory door. He still 
 held his weapon close to the face of the man. 
 
 "Now, tell me, sir," said he, "what you intend 
 to do." 
 
 The Indian watched him narrowly. His lips 
 looked like the pages of a sealed book. He had 
 no words to say. 
 
 "Are you going to answer me?'' 
 
 Threateningly the revolver was raised a little 
 higher. 
 
 "I think words are not needed," said the Indian 
 in a low voice. "It is evident what I was going to 
 do. The money and the wife." 
 
 But before Branton could answer to this he 
 felt a little rush of air and then a swift descend* 
 ing blow and he knew no more. 
 
 As Karina heard the word which dealt her a 
 death blow she stopped for a moment. She 
 thought there was something familiar in the 
 
DANGERS OP WORKING GIRLS. 95 
 
 voice of the man, but who it was she could not 
 tell, only she knew that he was tall and with a 
 handsome form. She heard his command and sud- 
 denly a thought flashed into her mind. She had 
 on butismalljslippers, so soft that they might not 
 make a noise when she ascended and descended 
 the stairs. She made a desperate dash for the 
 door and was gone. But if Branton thought she 
 had gone to her husband he was mistaken. She 
 ran around to the private passage and opened the 
 conservatory door and brought a large piece of 
 pipe down upon the head of the young fellow 
 wlio was covering Dr. Salsya with a revolver. 
 
 *^I've done for him," said she in a low tone, "and 
 
 now to see who he is. Ah, I thought I knew who 
 
 e was, that Branton, and I took his hand in mine 
 
 and bade him welcome* Ah, sweetheart, you are 
 
 not hurt?" 
 
 "No, and you are a brave woman. Listen, I 
 hear footsteps." 
 
 The footsteps proved to be Mathew Dean, and 
 he was coming down the stairs, hearing what he 
 thought a racket in the room below him. 
 
 "Karina," gasped he, "what are yoa doing 
 
^ DANGERS OP WORKING GIRLS. 
 
 here?" He was upon the scene b«fore the two 
 people knew it. What was thea'e to do but for 
 Salsya to press the trigger of JBranton's revolyer 
 and put an end to a loving old man. If he had 
 not then there would have been an end to the 
 woman anyway. She would have had none of the 
 money, while now at least her one-third would be 
 hers. 
 
 "You have killed him, darling," murmured 
 Mrs. Dean, "killed him sure, and you will go now 
 quickly. Don't you see that the servants will 
 soon know, and I shall lay the blame upon him?'' 
 end she pointed her white finger at the swooning 
 Branton. 
 
 The doctor, like Hilda before him, faded away, 
 and the woman was left with the dead man and 
 the burglar regaining his consciousness. 
 
 Then Elarina Dean gave a fearful scream. 
 Everyone in the house ran to her assistance. 
 There was Branton, with his brains whirling, and 
 the dead broker, and Izy jibbering out his con- 
 cern at coming too late to help his friend. The 
 scene spoke for itself. No one seemed to doubt 
 the hysterical statement. 
 
DANGERS OF WORKING GIRLS. 97 
 
 Branton was taken from the chair to the 
 : prison. He had the charge of wilful murder laid 
 i at his door, and for many days he lay trying to 
 : regain his conscious mind that he might realize ^^ 
 i what was coming to him. ^: 
 
 When the situation was made known to Elsie 
 ! and Hilda they both indignantly denied that Bar- 
 ; ney had had anything to do with the murder, but 
 I when Mrs. Dean asked them what he was doing 
 I there in her house at that time of the night they 
 had nothing to say. 
 
 Salsya called at the house of mourning, no one 
 but the woman knowing that he was there the 
 night before. 
 
 "Sweetheart," murmured she, "now I am going 
 to bring to you a fortune, providing one thing, 
 and that is that the entire money, with the excep- 
 tion of my one-third, is left to Elsie, and if she 
 dies then I shall get the whole affair.'^ 
 
 "Then we will see if the child cannot enter 
 upon her eternal sleep very soon,'^ laughed the 
 doctor, but speaking in an undertone. 
 
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 Through the day many people came and offered 
 their sympathy to the widow, but she asked to be 
 excused to all but the Indian doctor, and while 
 they were in their room making plans for the 
 future there was a conversation held like this : 
 
 "Listen, Karina, have you a girl in this house 
 by the name of Murivale?" 
 
 The woman looked quickly at the man. Love 
 is ever jealous of a rival, especially if that rival 
 be a beautiful young girl. 
 
 "Elsie has a maid by that name," said she. 
 
 "Then you must get rid of her," said the doctor. 
 ^^She has evidence against me and knows that I 
 was in the house last night. I also gave her father 
 a sleeping potion which sent him where I am 
 going to send Elsie." 
 
 "And Mathew," replied Karina. 
 
 "Now that's bad taste to mention that, Ka- 
 rina," said the doctor, "but, never mind, I want 
 you to help me get this girl into my hands, that I 
 might deal with her as I see best.'' 
 
 "You do not love her?" asked Mrs. Dean^ her 
 eyes flashing and sparkling like diamonds. 
 
 "No, fool, but she knows enough to put me in 
 
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DANGERS OF Vv^ORKING GIRLS. 
 
 m 
 
 the Tombs, and not only that but could have me 
 «ent to the chair. You do not care for my wel- 
 fare." 
 
 "Indeed I do, darling. Forgive me if I am a 
 little jealous, but I have you so little with me 
 that I wonder if I can ever be like other w^omen, 
 and let you go from me without worrying." 
 
 "Love is always that way," replied the man, 
 thinking of the torture he was now undergoing 
 about Hilda. Why could he not love this woman 
 with him, who cared for him so much? 
 
 Downstairs there was being held a council of 
 war. Poor Izy had gone that morning. Ann 
 knew not where, but there were t^ars in her eyes 
 when she told Hilda how faithless men were, and, 
 said she : "If I ever get my hands upon him then 
 will I wipe the earth up with him. Why, he 
 fooled with my affections, and any woman ought 
 not to stand that." 
 ^ "So they ought not," growled the under cook, 
 but Hilda and Elsie were not interested in Izy. 
 They wanted to know what they were going to do, 
 
100 DANGERS OF WORKING GIRLS. 
 
 and Elsie had heard just a few words between 
 her aunt and the Indian doctor and Hilda had 
 told her that he was there when the murder was 
 committed, and so there must be something done. \ 
 
 "Now, Ann, what are we going to do? Auntie? 
 OTITIS this house, and I cannot maJke her leave it. 
 Think of it, dear, I know that you hate to leave 
 here, but won't you come with Hilda and me until 
 uncle's will is settled, and then we will know just 
 what to do? Auntie tried to make me believe that 
 uncle had left me nothing, but I know better, for 
 he made me promise that I would tell no one and 
 then he said that he had made me his heir and 
 that the will was made." 
 
 "Won't you please come, Ann?" 
 
 The woman thought a moment, and then Hilda 
 added her entreaties. 
 
 "That man upstairs, of whom I am so deadly 
 afraid, is going to try to make me go with him. 
 Oh, sweet Ann, won't you try and save us?" 
 
 Ann was large-hearted or she would not have 
 felt the slight that Izy placed upon her. So she 
 took her hands out of the dough and said : r 
 
 "The lady upstairs may make her awn bread. 
 
DANGERS OF WORKING GIRLS. 10>|^ 
 
 for all I care. Not anotHer inouthfi;! will sbe 
 have as far as I am cono^r^i^t,." ; 
 
 And trne to her word was she, this large- 
 hearted Irishwoman. She helped the girls pack 
 their little belongings — what they would need in 
 a poorer quarter than they were now in, and the 
 three left the mansion. Before going Elsie had 
 demanded from all the servants secrecy, and each 
 one loving the child had promised. 
 
 Salsya and Karina were earnestly talking 
 when the woman was called to speak with a detec- 
 tive who waited below. 
 
 Kane O'Hara held out his hand in sympathy, 
 but upon looking closer at the woman he made up 
 his mind that she was not true blue, so he with 
 dignity asked where the murder was committed, 
 saying that he could hardly believe that his 
 young college friend had done the deed. But she 
 had sworn that Branton was there with the 
 weapon, and that was enough. 
 
 After looking over the scene Kane took himself 
 away, satisfied that Mrs. Dean was keeping some- 
 thing back and that she knew more than she 
 willing to tell. 
 
 L 
 
3.02 DANQaSJl^S OF WORKING GIRLS. 
 
 . Klariiia; ^aiigfi^d a^^ she told the doctor how she 
 
 had fooled the detective. But she had not fooled 
 
 him so well. 
 
 "Now call up that maid ; I want to see her." s^ 
 "Before me?" asked Karina eagerly. I 
 
 "Of course," impatiently ; "I have nothing from 
 
 you. I have told you why I wanted her. Now 
 
 hurry." 
 
 When they found the little note Elsie had left 
 
 both the man and woman felt that a net was being 
 
 woven about them, and struggle as they would 
 
 they might not be released. 
 
DANGBRS OP WORKING GIRLS. IQS 
 
 CHAPTER VII. 
 
 Onb morning not long after the murder at the 
 Dean mansion Barney Branton was sitting in his 
 cell. He knew that all the evidence that could be 
 gathered in the case was wound about him, al- 
 though he sternly avowed his innocence. 
 
 He had thought so many times of the little girl 
 and if she believed that he could do such a things 
 but there was no way to find out 
 
 The warden started him from a reverie by say- 
 ing that Detective Kane O'Hara wanted to see 
 him. 
 
 "Old man, I cannot realize that you are in such 
 a serious situation." These were Kane's first 
 words, and Branton's first were, "Well, do you 
 believe this accusation?" 
 
 The detective thought a moment. He had had 
 much to do with the world. He knew that there 
 
104 DANGERS OF W0BRiN6 GTRLS. 
 
 i 
 
 was innocence sMning out of Mils num's laee. 
 But it was not his place to tell Mm so. 
 
 "I will tell you later, Branton," said he, almost 
 
 I soothingly, "but now you will remember things 
 I 
 
 " look dark for you, although I gave my own pri- 
 vate opinion, which if it comes to anything I will 
 share with you." 
 
 "But wait, Kane, there is a girl at that house I 
 want to know about '^ 
 
 "Miss Murivale," announced the warden, look- 
 ing sidewise at the detective. 
 
 Branton's face flushed red. It seemed then 
 that his great desire for her had brought her to 
 him when he needed her most. 
 
 "Hurry up, now, Kane," pleaded Branton, "I 
 want to talk to her. What do you want?" 
 
 "That you should come with Mike Haggerdy 
 this afternoon, and answer me some questions." 
 
 "All right, all right, but for heaven's sake go 
 now, now I say," almost shouted Branton, for it 
 seemed to him that Hilda was being kept so long 
 that she would go home before she could be 
 brought to him. 
 
 When she came stumbling past him, and slight- 
 
DANGERS OF WORKING GIRLS. IQS 
 
 Ij drew her veil one side, he noted with a stapt 
 what a beautiful girl she was, so sweet and inno- 
 cent looking, 
 i "Branton's a lucky dog and no more guilty of 
 I that crime than I am, but I'll find the one if it 
 takes me ,a* thousand years." 
 
 He forgot that such a long time was out of 
 reach of mortal man, and even if it were given to 
 him to live that number of years that Branton 
 would be past needing his help and pretty little 
 Hilda would long ago have been gathered to her 
 fathers. 
 
 But Kane had a large heart and was not the 
 suspicious man that most fellows would have 
 been tolding his job. 
 
 He would like to have seen the girFs recep- 
 tion from the young prisoner, but it was not much 
 on the surface. Branton put his hand through 
 the bars and took the girFs hand silently in his. 
 The large tears welled into her eyes and Hilda 
 cried silently for a while, while Branton tried 
 manfully to keep down his grief. He did not 
 worry for himself but for her. He despaired of 
 
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 making her believe in his innocence, for sureljr 
 she had come to him from pure gratitude. 
 
 But her first words put him in the seventh 
 heaven of bliss, 
 
 "I wanted you to know just how innocent I 
 think you are of this deed they have accused you 
 of. If it had not been for some trouble we have 
 had I would have been here the first day you were 
 in, but Ann told me you were ill. What made 
 you so?" 
 
 "I think someone struck me on the back of my 
 head. But I want to tell you, Miss Hilda, that T 
 appreciate your faith more than anyone's in all 
 the world. How sweet of you to come to me! 
 Little girl, I am going to make you see that I am 
 innocent. But it will be some time before I can 
 be brought to trial. In the meantime will you 
 tell me one thing? Do you love me?'' 
 
 Hilda opened her eyes wide. She knew that in 
 her heart she loved this man, but he was dar- 
 ing much to ask her this in the prison, and some- 
 how she loved him all the more. Promptly she 
 thrust her fingers through the bars and took his 
 hand in hers. 
 
DANGERS OP WORKING GIRLS. JOT 
 
 "I do love you, Barney Branton, and I'm going 
 to stand by you until you need me no mora" 
 
 "And that will never be, my sweetheart, for the 
 longer I live the more I shall need ajid love you.'' 
 
 Then he told her how many times he had long- 
 ed for her, how many times he had said to him- 
 self that he would find her. 
 
 And the girl blushed painfully when she ad- 
 mitted that she, too, had longed for him. 
 
 "Now then, you are my little sweetheart, eh?'* 
 
 "Yes." 
 
 "And when I am free you will marry me?*' 
 
 "Oh, yes." 
 
 "Then I am as good as free, for a man more 
 innocent never sat before a jury, and I shall prove 
 that to you when I come to trial. And now may, 
 God bless you, my darling." 
 
 She went out with eyes overflowing with tears. 
 The water seemed to well out in rivers when she 
 thought of him being alone in his trouble, but 
 how handsome and smiling he looked as she took 
 her last glance at his face. 
 
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 In the mansion many a council was held. 
 
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 Where had th^e people flown to? Karina was' 
 sure that Ann had gone mth the girls. 
 
 "To find that maid is to find the girls.'' 
 
 "That is the trouble, to find her. They have 
 ^'seemed to have fallen from the earth. I wonder 
 where they are?" 
 
 "Somewhere in the poor quarter. Do you know, 
 I tried to get it from Elsie's lawyer where she 
 was, yesterday, and he coolly told me that I did 
 not want Elsie nor she me, so what could I do?" 
 
 Questioningly the woman looked at the doctor, 
 who gnashed his teeth. He could not bear to have 
 this girl he loved, alone, somewhere he knew not, 
 and then, too, the fear that she would give away 
 his secret. She might appear at the trial of Bran- 
 ton and swear that she had seen Dr. Salsya there, 
 and what would that mean to them both? 
 
 As he gave out his fears to Mrs. Dean she looked 
 thoughtfully into the fire. 
 
 "Did you not tell me that this woman was an 
 Irishwoman?" asked the doctor after a while. 
 
 "Yes," admitted Mrs. Dean curiously. 
 
 "Then I believe I could find her with the help 
 
DANGERS OF WORKING GIRLS. X09 
 
 of a good detective. She will, being a Catholic, 
 attend some church. Now do you know any here?'' 
 
 "Yes, the same that I attend." 
 
 "Then they are as good as found. With all 
 that there is upon your heart, my dear Karina, 
 you would go every week to your priest, would 
 you not?'' 
 
 "Indeed I would.'' 
 
 "Then we will give Ann the same credit and the 
 little Elsie is dea^, and Hilda Murivale either 
 dead or sold into a slavery worse than death. '^ 
 
 Long ago he had told this woman of his method 
 of gathering a fortune. At first she did not like 
 the idea of having him among pretty women, but 
 when he showed her the scratches upon his face 
 and confided how the girls screamed and refused 
 even food, she came to the conclusion that there 
 was no danger. 
 
 Sunday morning Ann called to the girls, who 
 were sleeping upstairs, that she was going to 
 church. 
 
110 DANGERS OF WORKING GIRLS. 
 
 "Don't be gone long, Ann/' called out Hilda, 
 "for we are afraid without you." 
 
 "Don't you worry, my little pigeons," yelled 
 
 I back the woman ; "you are as safe as if you were 
 
 in your mothers' arms. Now hush and don't 
 
 make any noise, and I'll be back after saying a 
 
 prayer or two." 
 
 Poor Ann was absolutely innocent as to lead- 
 ing her dear ones into trouble. She went meekly 
 to •church saying her beads reverently as she 
 walked, but on her way back she did not notice 
 the shadowy figure that followed her to the house 
 door and discreetly took the number. 
 
 Ann found her girls sleeping still when she got 
 back from church, and she went about happily 
 getting breakfast. 
 
 All that day and the next she stayed home> but 
 toward night ventured to the market. 
 I "Can't we go, too, Ann?" begged Elsie, but the 
 good woman said no. 
 
 "Then, don't be gone long," was the answer. 
 
DANGERS OF WORKING GIRLS. Jj; J 
 
 and that was what Hilda usually called after her 
 faithful friend. 
 
 She had not been gone but a moment when 
 Elsie said quickly, "I wonder if we thought to 
 tell Ann to get coffee and butter. Oh, what fool- 
 ish girls we were, and she will now blame us 
 for it" 
 
 "So she will. I'll tell you what I'll do, I'll run 
 after her and tell her and won't be gone but a 
 moment," 
 
 "No, let me go, Hilda," begged the little lame 
 girl, "for I am not as pretty as you are and won't 
 attract as much attention." 
 
 So Elsie put on her hat and was off. Hilda 
 watched her limping down the street, and little 
 did she know the place where she would again see 
 her. 
 
 "I wonder which way she went," muttered 
 Elsie as she headed toward the store where they 
 often traded ; "if not here, then I know where she 
 is. What a foolish girl I was not to think of 
 that!" 
 
 Suddenly she felt something pressed over her 
 face. She could not tell just what it was, but 
 
X12 DANGERS OP WORKING GIRLS. 
 
 something so sickening that she could not scream 
 an^ lost all power. She did not see the large full 
 red face that bent over her, nor did she hear an 
 almost sympathizing tone as a voice whispered : 
 
 "Poor little thing ; she is lame and not pretty. 
 I wonder what master wants her for. I wish I 
 knew whether my sister was lame. No, no, she 
 was not, I know. Oh, heaven, I wish I did re- 
 member." 
 
 But he did not hesitate, but put the child into 
 a cab and drove off with her. Hardly had he done 
 this and reached the corner but he called to a 
 slouching Chinaman standing near: 
 
 "Here, Lee, come here. Take this girl to the 
 den and put her carefully in, and stay by the 
 door." 
 
 Then he went back and saw a man and woman 
 standing near the place where he had taken the 
 girl from. 
 
 "I'll go and tell her that Elsie has been hurt,'^ 
 said the woman. 
 
 "True it will be,'' laughed her companion, "for 
 Elsie will be hurt the moment she enters that 
 cage. Her little heart will be broken.'^ 
 
DANGERS OF WORKING GIRLS. j[l3 
 
 ^^And her uncle had made a fool of her ever 
 since she had been with us. The poor little fool, 
 little did Mr. Dean think that his idol would 
 come to this." 
 
 Saying this, she drew a veil closely over her 
 face and knocked timidly at the door. 
 
 Hilda inside heard and ran, thinking that Elsie 
 was playing with her. There was standing a 
 woman before her so darkly dressed that it al- 
 most took her breath to look at her. 
 
 "What do you want?" asked she, holding the 
 door tightly, so the woman could not push it 
 open. 
 
 "Are you Miss Hilda?" cried the affected voice; 
 "oh, little Miss Elsie has been run over by the 
 cars. Come to her, pretty little miss." 
 
 These words were said with a jerky French 
 accent. Hilda felt the world turning around 
 with her. She put out her hand pathetically. 
 Oh, what more could happen to two loving girls 
 so persecuted? Go to Elsie? Of course she would 
 seek out the little girl who had been such a friend 
 to her in her need. 
 
114 DANGERS OF WORKING GIRLS. 
 
 "I will come, madam," shouted she, "so I will, 
 but wait until I get my hat." 
 
 Oh, Ann, why do you not make your feet hurry 
 faster, that you might save one of your darlings? 
 Why do you not walk with more rapidity, but you 
 are — too late. 
 
 Hilda had left the door. The same slouching 
 sailor was waiting, only that he had a cabman's 
 hat on. Hilda gave him a terrible look as she 
 entered and that expression startled the man so 
 that he gave a great cry. 
 
 "Oh, master," cried he, "not this one; there is 
 something so good about her. I had a sister 
 •nee " 
 
 The doctor never allowed him to get farther 
 than that — ^never allowed him to think long upon 
 the virtues of life. 
 
 He stepped to the cab,. snapping the door upon 
 the now fainting Hilda. 
 
 "Come, come, Charlie, don't be a fool ! Down 
 with you there !" 
 
 He gave the poor wounded skull a terrible push 
 and the bone penetrated the sensitive brain, and 
 
DANGERS OF WORKING GIRLS. H^ 
 
 with a fearful cry the young slave followed hi» 
 master's call. 
 
 "Drive now as you have never driven before^ 
 Do you hear?^' 
 
 Karina was in the carriage, and it was with all 
 lier might that she kept Hilda from jumping out* 
 
 "Don't be a fool, girl," snarled the woman; 
 ^^you're with me, and you cannot get away. Don't 
 be afraid that you will not be nicely taken care 
 of.'' 
 
 Hilda sobbingly held out her hands. 
 
 "Oh, for the love you bear your own mother if 
 you have one, or your child, or whoever you love, 
 I pray you to let me go. Think of it, I am only a 
 young harmless girl, and that man's face I saw at 
 the cab is like the devil. Oh, I will get out of 
 here." 
 
 "Will you?" sneered Karima; "will you? well, 
 you just try it. These doors are locked, and no 
 one can open them from the inside." 
 
 Hilda sank back with a cry. She knew that 
 she was being held by force, but where she wa» 
 going to she knew not. 
 
 "The moment that door opens you keep your 
 
IIQ DANQBH* OF WORKING GIRLS. 
 
 mouth shut unless you want to be taken into a 
 drug house and tortured. If you know when yon 
 are well off you will shut up.'' 
 
 But Hilda did not take the advice, for nOa| 
 sooner had the cab come to a stop but that she ^ 
 appealed to the driver, the sailor. 
 
 "Oh, haven't you a sister of your own, man?'^ 
 cried she. "How dare you in the sight of God do 
 such dreadful things?" 
 
 The doctor was following after in another cab. 
 But before he got there he saw a tragedy enacted 
 uppn the street. 
 
 "A sister?" gasped Charlie. "Yes, before the 
 war, but I cannot remember; a sister? Yes, a 
 sister !" 
 
 But he was given no time to remember. The 
 doctor had sent another terrible press of his brain 
 medic|ne with his thumb, and Charlie gathered 
 the screaming girl up in his arms and took her 
 into 44 Pell street. The Chinaman opened the 
 door, and the screaming girl was taken to the cell. 
 A policeman ran down the street, but all was 
 quiet when he came along. 
 
DANOBR6 OF WORKING GIRL6. V Wf 
 
 ^l thought I heard a girl c^/' said Mike Hag- 
 gerdy. "I truly did." 
 
 But, like all policemeQ, he was a little late. 
 The act was finished and the curtain descended . 
 upon one of the most atrocious wrongs ever com- 
 mitted in New York City. 
 
][13 DANGERS OF WORKING GIRL& 
 
 CHAPTEE VIII. 
 
 When the strong arms released Hilda she 
 came into a blaze of light. The room whirled be- 
 fore her and she held out her hands imploringly. 
 The sight of her abject misery brought a laugh 
 from Karina. 
 
 "Oh," cried she, "you will be so high and 
 mighty with your airs and dignity ! Well, a posi- 
 tion like this takes them out, doesn't it, old lady? 
 You're not so hard to manage after. Look, Salsya^ 
 she has taken the skin off my finger." 
 
 Karina held up a small finger which looked red 
 and bleeding. 
 
 Just as she said this Hilda gained her eyesight 
 so that she could see the terrible cage near her^ 
 with its crying, wriggling mass of human beings. 
 Once long ago she had been traveling with her 
 father in Russia and she had seen a train full of 
 exiles on their way to Siberia. She shuddered 
 
DANGERS OP WORKING GIRLS. HQ 
 
 and trembled until Karina laughed again, and a 
 small voice piped out from the cage : 
 
 "You think you're smart, don't you, Karina? 
 Well, I hope where Hilda bit you will swell up 
 and you'll die of hydrophobia. That's what comes 
 to all bitten dogs." 
 
 Hilda looked and there lay little Elsie, her eyes 
 swollen with weeping and her crutch stretched 
 beside her. 
 
 "Oh, Elsie, are you there?" cried she. "Oh, you 
 foul woman, have you taken a lame child and put 
 her in a place like that? I hope — I hope ^" 
 
 But words failed her. She could not bring to 
 her mind a fate bad enough that she wished upon 
 Karina for her terrible deed. 
 
 "Oh, youth and innocence, lameness and noth- 
 ing short of death would stay the hands of such 
 criminals," said a deep rich voice from the cor- 
 ner, and Hilda looked and saw the girl, half-lying 
 and half-sitting up, and her eyes carried an ex- 
 pression which boded no good to the man whom 
 she hated. 
 
 "No one asked you to speak, saucy," answered 
 
120 DANGERS OP WORKING GIRLS. 
 
 Karina, going closer to the cage and shaMng a 
 small riding whip at the speaker. 
 
 **I'll ask permission to give yon a beating," 
 I idded she. 
 
 ' The girl sprang to the bars. She allowed her 
 glowing eyes to rest upon Karina, who had never 
 seen such a thing before. 
 
 "You think you could make me beg of you, you 
 she-devil? Make me plead for a life that I 
 wouldn^t give that much for after you've done 
 with it?" and the girl gave a venomous snap of 
 her fingers. "Don't you think you've got a child 
 to play with in having me. I'm a woman and I 
 can down a woman every time." 
 
 The terrible force which was used in this sen- 
 tence made Karina cower down before it, but 
 realizing that a heavy bolt stood between her and 
 the raging girl she gave a little laugh and walked 
 away. 
 
 "You see she goes, girls," cried the dark girl; 
 "she's a coward, you can see that she's bad all 
 ^through." 
 
 Karina turned about at the taunting words, 
 but straightened herself as she heard Hilda beg : 
 
DANGKRS OP WORKING ©IRLS. %2l 
 
 "Oh, Karina, let Elsie and I get out of hBjp% 
 and we'll promise to be out of your way. Blsi« 
 will let you have all the money if you wish it." 
 
 "Oh, she will, will she? Well, I guess I shall 
 have the money, all of it, too, and don't you forget 
 it. That's just why you are here." 
 
 "And that's why you and that doctor killed my 
 poor uncle, Karina?" asked Elsie, spurring her- 
 self to say something which would make the girl 
 cringe; "but you didn't know that there was a 
 witness that saw you both do it, did you, Ka- 
 rina?" 
 
 Elsie had hobbled to the front, and her pert 
 little tear-stained face made grimaces at the 
 woman. 
 
 Karina gave a great start as she heard the 
 words. 
 
 "You little evil croaking hag," cried she, 
 ^*what do I care about you? All I want is your 
 money, and you will go with the rest of the 
 cattle." 
 
 "No, no, Karina, listen," cried Hilda. "If you 
 will let poor little Elsie out and let her alone, you 
 can do what you want to with me. Oh, please. 
 
122 DANGERS OP WORKING GIRLS. 
 
 the child is lame and so delicate. Don't subject 
 her to a fate worse than death.'' 
 
 "Oh, we can do what we want to with you, can 
 we?" laughed Karina loudly. "How very kind 
 you are! And pray, how could you help yourself 
 even, in any case? Just be thankful that you 
 have a few hours to live." 
 
 Dr. Salsya walked out as she said this. 
 
 "Come away from there, Karina," cried he; 
 "you'll get those girls in such a tearful state that 
 there can be nothing done with them. Now come, 
 do." 
 
 "I'd like to give that pretty face of hers a long 
 slash," yelled she. "There is something about the 
 girl I hate. I'll get even with you some time, 
 miss." 
 
 The dark girl in the corner pulled at Hilda's 
 sleeve. 
 
 "Don't answer her. Let her beat out her rage 
 on the other side of the bars. What do you care? 
 She will not dare to hurt you, and if a man comes 
 around do as I did, walk to the bars and give his 
 face a good scratch. It's only men that women 
 need be afraid of." 
 
 
DANGERS OF WORKING GIRLS. 
 
 12S 
 
 Karina was whispering to Dr. Salsya. 
 
 "I'm going to take out that girl, Hilda," said 
 he obstinately. 
 
 "Take her out where?" asked Karina, her large 
 eyes searching the face of her lover. "Why is she 
 better than the rest?" 
 
 "Worth more money because she is prettier,'^ 
 was the answer. 
 
 <*Do you love her?" gasped Karina, with a 
 woman's intuition. "I believe you do. How dare 
 you? how dare you?" 
 
 Anything that aroused the terrible jealous 
 power in Karina's breast the doctor was afraid 
 of. He feared that she would make him trouble. 
 
 "Don't be a fool, Karina," soothed he; "you 
 know there is no other woman in the world for 
 me but you. Now don't work yourself into a state 
 of nervous excitement." 
 
 "Then why should that girl be petted and the 
 [others left to rot in that vile cage?" 
 
 "She'll not be petted, don't you fear; but a 
 man is coming to-night who will pay a good price 
 for her. He has his private yacht, and he and 
 Charlie will see that she reaches it. This night or 
 
124, DANGERS OF WORKING GIRLS. 
 
 to-morrow will see her gone. Won't you like 
 that?" 
 
 ^^More than I can express," answered Karina 
 with satisfaction. "She cannot go too soon to 
 please me." 
 
 So this was how Hilda was removed from the 
 cage and taken to an upper room, where she was 
 left alone. The doctor gave positive orders that 
 no one should go in to see her but himself and 
 Charlie. 
 
 Karina had to content herself with Elsie, much 
 as she desired that Hilda should be the butt of 
 her abuse. 
 
 "I'm going to see O'Hara, Karina; do you want 
 to come?" 
 
 When the policeman came with an order that 
 Barney Branton should be taken to the detec- 
 tive's office the young man only too willingly 
 went. There was something in the eyes of O'Hara 
 that made him think that that young man be- 
 lieved in his innocence. 
 1^ Mike Haggerdy eyed the young fellow as he 
 ftook him out. 
 
 "He don't seem like a criminal," muttered he 
 
DANGERS OP WORKING GIRLS. ]_25 
 
 to himself. "I believe he's innocent," and when 
 Mike Haggerdy once got that idea in his mind 
 he could no more get it out than the world could 
 turn twice in twenty-four hours. If every juror 
 should decide against Bran ton, Haggerdy would ^ 
 still believe he had not committed the deed. 
 
 O'Hara was awaiting the young prisoner. 
 
 "Branton, as soon as I have found you, so soon 
 do I lose you again. Why did you get yourself 
 into this infernal muss?'' 
 
 "Fate," replied Branton shortly. 
 
 "Aye, fate, but we weave our own fate. So you 
 were at the Dean mansion that night after I left 
 you?" 
 
 "Was I?" asked Branton slowly, eyeing O'Hara 
 critically. 
 
 "So it is averred. I was asking you. Now why 
 were you there? With a motive to murder?" 
 
 "I shall leave that for you to prove," replied 
 Branton. 
 
 "Don't be too cool, Brantcn," pleaded O'Hara ; 
 "it looks so confoundedly heartless. Are you 
 made of iron?" 
 
 "Not quite, Kane," replied Barney; *^ut I've 
 
X26 DANGERS OF WORKING GIRLS. 
 
 done, nothing to be afraid of, so why should I 
 show nervousness?" 
 
 "But your position, man," cried the detective. 
 "Why, Branton, I believe I am now trembling 
 more than you are. Oh, man, what have you 
 done?" 
 
 "Nothing." 
 
 Kane sat with his feet crossed, looking intently 
 at the prisoner. 
 
 "I cannot make you out, boy," said he after a 
 w hile. "Here you are accused of a terrible mur- 
 der, and you are the calmest one among those con- 
 cerned. Heavens, I wish I could read you." 
 
 "It is not hard work," replied Barney; "I am 
 innocent." 
 
 "But how to prove it?" cried Kane. 
 
 "That's not your business," said Branton, slow- 
 ly leaning far over the table and looking into the 
 deep-set eyes of the detective; "your part of the 
 affair is to prove me guilty." 
 
 "True," ejaculated Kane, "and that is what I 
 would rather not do. I would rather be whipped, 
 old fellow." 
 
 "And you will have a very hard time of it. 
 
DANGERS OP WORKING GIRI^. 1^ 
 
 Kane," said Bran ton, "for there were others that 
 saw viiat y> cut on. While I, who was there, know 
 nothing, I am sure that a kindly fate has not 
 1 death in store for me, especially as I was not the 
 murderer." 
 
 Kane shuddered. This extremely handsome 
 young fellow^ was as calm as if he were at a 
 party. But then, it was his own duty to make 
 him appear guilty. 
 
 "Look a-here, Branton," and Kane became very 
 confidential, "come closer to this table. I really 
 want to talk with you." 
 
 "All right, old man." 
 
 "Now that knife, that paper knife there, hand 
 it to me, will you?" and Kane took up a letter as 
 if to open it. 
 
 Cranton bent over and took the knife in hts 
 Lagers. 
 
 "Not that, Branton," cried Kane; "lay it down 
 quick. It has upon it the blood of the man you 
 murdered, Mathew Dean." 
 
 I But, instead of dropping the knife, Branton 
 ' only looked at it keenly. 
 
 "Was that the knife that killed the poor old 
 
 I 
 
;|^g DANGERS OP WORKING GIRIA 
 
 uaan?'' said he slowly, turning it over aoid o^^» 
 "H« did not deserve it, did he?" 
 
 Kane dropped his head upon the table. 
 
 "I tried that for a ruse," said he, "only to make 
 you admit that you killed him. Branton, you act 
 like an innocent man." 
 
 "As I am," said Branton, dropping the knife 
 and settling back in his chair. 
 
 Kane tried several other things to frighten the 
 young man into confessing his guilt, but he did 
 not succeed. And Branton was still talking over 
 this matt^ when the door opened and the guard 
 announced, "Mrs. Dean and Dr. Salsya." 
 
 "Ah, so you have the murderer here?" cried the 
 w Oman, putting on an air of bravado and point- 
 ing to Branton, 
 
 Branton laughed softly. He bowed low to the 
 woman. 
 
 "The murderer is here," said he, "but you are 
 pointing in the wrong direction," and he stepped 
 aside and looked significantly at the doctor. 
 
 "Sir, how dare you say such a thing?" stormed ^ 
 the doctor. "Do you accuse me of the murder of i 
 Mathew D^in?" 
 
DANGERS OF WORKING GIRLS. 129 
 
 "I accuse you of nothing, but as sure as God 
 made little apples, so surely will you stand in the 
 murderer's dock. Kane, allow him and the 
 woman to see the knife covered with Dean's 
 blood." 
 
 Branton, without waiting for the detective to 
 act, picked up the bloody knife. Although it in 
 reality was not the knife that the man was slain 
 with, and both man and woman knew it, for it 
 had been a bullet that had caused his death, still, 
 Mrs. Dean gave a great cry when the knife was 
 handed to her and Dr. Salsya groaned loudly. 
 
 "That's a guilty couple, Kane," laughed Bran- 
 ton. "You have the wrong man in jail." 
 
 All this disturbed O'Hara very much. He did 
 not want to get the ill-will of Mrs. Dean and her 
 lover, and yet he felt the truth of the young man's 
 words. 
 
 "Branton, go into the other room just a mo- 
 ment until I finish with them, and then you may 
 come back," and he rang a bell which called the 
 guard and Branton walked out with a significant 
 smile at Mrs. Dean. 
 
 "I hate that man," gasped she in a rage; "I 
 
I^Q DANGERS OP WORKING GIRLS. f 
 
 hate him, and I'll spend every cent I possess to 
 put him in the electric chair." 
 
 Kane stared, 
 
 "Oh, it is a personal matter, is it, Mrs. Dean? 
 Why should you hurt this young man? Has he 
 ever personally harmed you?" 
 
 The doctor was making severe gestures at the 
 woman. Nothing escaped the clear eyes of the 
 detective, and then and there he took an oath that 
 Barney Branton should not suffef death for a 
 crime he did not commit. 
 
 "Is it nothing to me that he killed my dear 
 good husband?" sobbed she, trying to put on an 
 assumed grief. 
 
 "I do not think your grief is genuine, Mrs. 
 Dean," said he in a low tone. "Please do not 
 show it before me." 
 
 "Then I shall leave," said she shortly, taking 
 her handkerchief from a pair of dry eyes. "Are 
 you coming, doctor?" 
 
 "Not this moment. Wait outside for me. I 
 want to speak to O'Hara." 
 
 When the two men were alone Salsya sat down. 
 He was thinking deeply. 
 
DANGERS OP WORKING GIRLS. 131 
 
 "^Now then, Kane O'Hara, do you tliink that 
 hat man is guilty?" 
 
 "I have not thought upon that point yet." 
 
 "Are you going to make him out guilty? I 
 mean, well, hang it all, how much do you want to 
 make him sit in the hot seat?" 
 
 Kane slowly rose to his feet. His face was dis- 
 torted with passion. 
 
 "Do you mean that you wish to corrupt the 
 court of the State of New York with gold? Dr. 
 Saisya, I do not know how you do in India, but I 
 €an tell you this much, that there are some men 
 here tjbat you could not buy with all your King's 
 Told, and I am one of them." 
 
 Salsya arose to his feet. He had struck the 
 wrong man. He knew not that a man lived who 
 .'ould not be tempted with gold. 
 
 "Dr. Salsya, I will now tell you my decision : 
 I have thought that it was possible that Brantou 
 was guilty. Now I know he is innocent, but I am 
 not so sure about some one else." 
 
 "Do you mean, O'Hara, that you dare to insinu- 
 ate that I did that deed?" 
 
 "No, not exactly that, but I do say this : I shall 
 
1^2 DANGERS OF WORKING GIRLS. 
 
 use all my strength to free this young man and to 
 find the true murderer." 
 
 The dark face of the Indian deepened with 
 rage. His lips quivered under the excitement he 
 was enduring. 
 
 "And I/' said he, "shall see to it that Branton 
 suffers for the crime. I know that he is guilty." 
 
 "And are your hands free from stain?" gasped 
 the detective. "For a long time I have thought 
 that you were interested in a dive in Pell street. 
 And there they take young and innocent girls to 
 give them to beasts of men who buy them body 
 and soul. If I find this is true, Dr. Salsya, you 
 will plead with the State of New York to let you 
 die for the murder that I am not so sure you did 
 not commit." 
 
 Salysa's face was dark and stern. He did not 
 answei^ this for a moment, and then muttered : 
 
 "What do you suppose that I know about 44 
 Pell street?" 
 
 "How did you know the number then?" asked 
 
 Kane. i 
 
 •J 
 
 "Why — why — why, I heard you say it." * 
 
 "No, you did not, for I omitted it purposely. I 
 
DANGERS OF WORKING GIRLS. 133 
 
 think now that you have given me yomr secret. 
 Thank you for the number of the house." 
 
 The doctor muttered a great oath and tried to 
 , laugh it off, but the detective walked and opened 
 ^' the door. 
 
 "You will go, and I am satisfied with my in- 
 vestigation." 
 
 "You will find that I shall get even with you 
 some of these days, Mr. O'Hara," said Salsya as 
 he walked, muttering, along. 
 
 Kane O'Hara now was sure that he was on the 
 right track. He would have given much to have 
 been able to have freed his young college friend, 
 for if a man were innocent in the world it was 
 Branton. But the law demanded that he should 
 be held until another took his plape, so he rang 
 the bell and ordered him back. 
 
 But hardly had he been in the room but a mo- 
 ment when a sudden cry went up from the out- 
 side and Ann Calahan rushed in. 
 
 "Mr. O'Hara, have you seen Miss Elsie or Miss 
 A Hilda? They've left me home, and I know that 
 * they've been stoled, for a little girl saw a woman 
 and a man put Miss Hilda into a cab." 
 
j[34 DANGERS OP WORKING GIRLS. 
 
 Branton stood upon his feet and looked long^ 
 into the detective's eyes. 
 
 O'Hara realized that Barney's heart was 
 tonched. There was a pleading in the earnest 
 gaze which told him the lad's thought. 
 
 "I cannot do that, boy," said he, with a very 
 white face. 
 
 "And I say you must let me go, Kane O'Hara,'^ 
 cried Branton, "for I will find the girl I love. 
 Then will I return to you and you shall prove me 
 guilty of the murder of Mathew Dean if you can.'^ 
 
DANGERS OF WORKING GIRLS. I35. 
 
 CHAPTEE IX. 
 
 The two men looked long at each other, Bran- 
 ton pleadingly and Kane desperately. 
 
 "Oh, heavens, Kane," cried the prisoner, "for 
 the sake of Old days let me go for a little while. 
 You can rely upon me to come back when you 
 want me. Now my sweetheart, the one girl I love 
 better than all the world, is out somewhere in the 
 hands of her enemies. Let me go, please, I beg 
 of you." 
 
 "Don't, Bran ton; don't beg like that. You 
 know I could not let you go without an order 
 from the court. It would be unheard of." 
 
 "But I must, I must." 
 
 Ann had made her escape, crying as hard as 
 she could, her cries being heard for a block 
 around. 
 
 So this left Kane and Barney alone. When the 
 young prisoner heard the decided tone of the dc- 
 
236 DANGERS OP WORKING GIRLS. 
 
 tective he seemed to lose all hope. He stood up 
 with a desperate gesture. 
 
 "Kane, your heart is as hard as adamant. I 
 ; cannot understand how you can treat a fellow- 
 ^ being, much less a friend, as you are treating 
 me." 
 
 "Branton, that's cruel, exceedingly cruel, to 
 speak like that. You know I have no authority to 
 release you." 
 
 Branton walked up and down with a terrible 
 effort The thought that Hilda was out at the 
 mercy of that Indian doctor almost paralyzed 
 him, for had she not confided to him in the Tombs 
 that she was deathly afraid of him and that he 
 had folloy»^ed her from India, and now she must 
 be in his hands, or how could a child have seen 
 her being rushed into a cab? 
 
 He thought but a moment. Kane was writing 
 rapidly. He stole up behind the detective, and, 
 taking a small bottle marked chloroform from the 
 table, which had been found among the things 
 left by men who had searched the house of 
 Mathew Dean, Branton opened it and, saturating 
 his handkerchief with the contents, he held it to 
 
DANGERS OP WORKING OIRLS. ;^f 
 
 the nose of O'Hara. The detective threw his eyes 
 toward Branton as much as to make him under- 
 stand that he was being badly dealt with, but 
 A Branton had but one image in his mind — his 
 ll little maiden, his Hilda, in the clutches of the 
 Indian. 
 
 The two men struggled together for a moment, 
 and Branton was rewarded by seeing Kane's head 
 fall upon his breast. 
 
 As he struggled past the table the detective had 
 just strength enough left to fling out his hand 
 and touch the bell. 
 
 But instantly Branton had taken the coat off 
 the helpless man, and jerking O'Hara's hat from 
 the nail he stood for one instant looking around. 
 
 Then he stepped forward and snipped the tele- 
 phone wires, and was making his way toward the 
 door when Haggerdy opened it. He simply waited 
 long enough to say : 
 
 "I'll be back in a moment, Haggerdy," and out 
 he bolted. 
 
 'What a funny way for Kane to act," muttered 
 t^e policeman, his honest face portraying the sur- 
 prise he felt. 
 
'jj^ DANGERS OP WORKING GIRLS. 
 
 "What did he want of me?" said he aloud, "and 
 where has that boy gone to?" 
 
 Then from the other room came a dreadful 
 groan, and the policeman went into the room on 
 a run. 
 
 There upon, the floor, coatless and wriggling^ 
 was Kane O^Hara. 
 
 "For the love of heaven, Mr. Kane," gasped 
 Haggerdy, "what's the matter with you?" 
 
 The detective could not speak. His lungs were 
 still filled with the drug. 
 
 When Haggerdy raised the detective's head he 
 saw that his eyes were bleared and staring, and 
 for a little while Kane could not speak, but when 
 he could catch his voice he blurted out : 
 
 "The telephone! Bran ton has escaped. King; 
 the 'phone and call the police. Go after him, 
 Haggerdy. Ob, get him in any way you can, for 
 heaven's sake." 
 
 The policeman scratched his head and in one 
 way he was very glad that the young man was 
 free. He would linger as long as he could and not 
 lose his own prestige. 
 
 I 
 
DANGERS OF WORKING GIRLS. 139 
 
 After Barney Branton left the detective's office 
 he went rapidly down the street. Then he went 
 into a public telephone office. 
 
 "Izy/' he shouted when the receiver was an- 
 swered at the other end, "come to me immedi-' 
 ately, and don- 1 delay ; it is a matter of life and 
 death. '^ 
 
 " 'Tain't that Irishwoman, is it?" gasped Izy^ 
 "for if you have taken up her cause, then I won't 
 come. Say, how did you get out?" 
 
 "Never mind now, Izy, but you come." 
 
 And come Izy did, always to do for his best 
 friend all that was asked of him. 
 
 "Oh, Izy, have you any idea where that Indian 
 doctor hangs out?" asked Branton, his white face 
 drawn into furrows of pain. "They have taken 
 both Elsie and Hilda, and I'm almost out of my 
 mind." 
 
 "Somewhere in Pell street, sir," replied Izy as 
 he wiped the perspiration from his damp brow; 
 "I could find the place if I hunted; it's full of 
 those awful Mongolians." 
 
 "They won't have a chance to keep my sweet- 
 heart if I get there," vowed Branton. "The very 
 
;j^40 DANGERS OP WORKING GIRLS. 
 
 idea of their trying to keep her in that prison-like 
 place. Now, Izy, to the rescue ! If they catch me 
 for the murder of Mathew they will have to turn 
 faster than I can." 
 
 ^Toor Kane, it was a mean trick to play upon 
 him, but all's fair in love and war." 
 
 Together that night they went into the Bowery. 
 And in Pell street at an old saloon they took a 
 room, and each man kept watch. 
 
 For four or five days Branton kept his vigil and 
 thought that there would never be a reward to his 
 patience, but one morning when he was prowling 
 through Pell street he saw a shadow loom up in 
 his path, and Haggerdy stood at the corner, and 
 from the other portion of the street came a female 
 figure dressed in the height of fashion. Branton 
 had noticed in the papers that his escape was 
 being advertised, and before he could hide from 
 view he heard Mrs. Dean say : 
 
 "So I have caught you at last. You are not 
 going to get out of my fingers again. Officer," 
 and she turned to the now panting Haggerdy, 
 "you arrest that man ; he is the murderer of 
 Mathew Dean." 
 
DANGERS OP WORKING GIRLS. 14X 
 
 Haggerdy stared hard at Branton, and Barney 
 gave back the same clear gaze. The policeman 
 wriggled in his shoes and shifted his eyes from 
 one to the other. 
 
 "I think you are mistaken, madam/^ said he^ 
 ^'for I know that Mr. Branton, and this man is 
 not he.'' 
 
 "But I insist that this is he," gasped the 
 woman ; "you had better take him in anyhow, and 
 if it does not prove to be he, then you will have 
 done the best you can." 
 
 "And get fired for making a false arrest? No, 
 ma'am, that is not the Barney Branton that's 
 wanted at the headquarters, and so you can go on, 
 young man." 
 
 Mrs. Dean shook her head and turned to see if 
 there was another policeman in sight, and Hag- 
 gerdy whispered in the ear of Branton : "Now 
 fly, old fellow^, or you will have the devil after 
 you." 
 
 "Thanks, Haggerdy, old fellow, when I find her 
 I swear that I will come back and give you the 
 honor of taking me to the District Attorney's 
 oflSce, and you shall lose nothing by this." 
 
142 DANGERS OP WORKING GIRLS. 
 
 And away he went back to his room, while Mrs. 
 Dean was searching for Dr. Salsya. 
 
 "I saw Branton as sure as I am living,'^ cried 
 the woman ; "I saw him on the street, and I tried 
 to get a policeman to arrest him, and he would 
 not for fear of false arrest." 
 
 "Maybe you were mistaken," hesitated Salsya 
 with a pale face; "but for fear he has ventured 
 too near my lair 1^11 just fix the pretty bird so 
 that she won't fly with him in case anything hap- 
 pens. The sale of the women comes off to-night. 
 Now that it is firmly fixed in the mind of tlie 
 court that Elsie is dead, you will come into the 
 money. We will then go away when you have 
 given me over half of the fortune. I think that is 
 but fair." 
 
 Karina looked at him for a moment. Then she 
 said slowly : 
 
 "There is nothing I would not do for you, 
 sweetheart, if you will but love me, but it seems 
 that you are so cold to me, and I love you so, my 
 darling." 
 
 "Oh, Karina, don't make a scene, for heaven's 
 sake. If you love me do not always tell me of it.'* 
 
DANGERS OF WORKING GIRLS. 14.'^ 
 
 "That is half my life," replied the woman ; "you 
 can have any amount of my money if you will but 
 give me affection in exchange." 
 
 "Thanks," answered the doctor dryly. 
 
 Salsya had determined that day to have his 
 affair settled with Hilda. The girl would have to 
 come to his terms, whatever he should say. He 
 left Karina on a pretext and sought Hilda. The 
 girl stood by the wall looking out into the night, 
 upon a large tin roof which faced the other win- 
 dows of Dr. SaLsya. There was no chance of get- 
 ting a word with anyone. Once she saw a China- 
 VA'.xn crawl from a hole in the roof and come into 
 ilui open air, but when she peered up from the 
 window to him he only grinned and waved his 
 hand. When she saw who her visitor was she 
 turned her back and said not a word. 
 
 "Have you no greeting for me, child?" said he. 
 "Listen, I have giveii my very life for you and 
 endangered it in many ways. Why do you worry 
 me always and give me no chance to show you 
 how nice I would be?" 
 
 "I do not want you to be nice to me, only to 
 give me my liberty." 
 
144 DANGERS OP WORKING GIRLS. 
 
 "And that I cannot do/' cried Salsya, "for I 
 love you. Hilda, you will be my wife, I insist. 
 You cannot marry that man Branton, even if you 
 love him. You would not link your life to that of \ 
 a murderer." ' 
 
 "I choose to believe him innocent." 
 
 Hilda said this in such an intense voice that 
 Dr. Salsya went close to her. 
 
 "I told you, Hilda, that Mrs. Dean and I saw 
 him commit this deed." 
 
 "And I told you," answered Hilda, mimicking^ 
 his tone, "that I would no more believe the word 
 of Mrs. Dean than I would you ; so there." 
 
 "Don't tempt me to harm you, Hilda," cried the 
 doctor ; "you are the most exasperating girl in the 
 world." 
 
 "I expect nothing more than that harm will 
 eome to me through you," said Hilda with a sigh. 
 "You are cowardly enough to do anything to a 
 girl who cannot give you her heart. Why don't 
 you be satisfied with the woman who has de- 
 graded herself for you? Is not that enough?" 
 
 "But I do not love her, Hilda," replied the 
 man ; "you are my ideal of a woman, and I want 
 
DANGERS OF WORKING GIRLS. I45 
 
 none other but you. Oh, how can I live without 
 you? But I do not intend to try, for go with me 
 jou shall, for if not with your own will you shall 
 with mine." | 
 
 "A man in this age cannot take away a girl'L*! 
 thought and mind,'' cried Hilda, "and I will not 
 listen to you. You miserable man, you were not 
 satisfied to kill my father, but I, too, must come 
 under your blighting influence." 
 
 "Come with me," shouted the doctor, and, tak- 
 ing Hilda fiercely by the hand, he drew her rap- 
 idly after him to a small room which, to her 
 looked more like a corridor than anything else. 
 
 "Where are you taking me to? Oh, have mercy 
 upon me !" Hilda was a lusty young woman, and 
 she lifted, her voice and sent a ringing cry out into 
 the rooms and Charlie, the sailor, came out of the 
 den. 
 
 "You are to turn on the drug," said the doctor 
 to the sailor. "This girl will be subject to me or 
 I will know the reason why." 
 
 Charlie crouched behind a chair frightened. 
 He thought that Salsya was coming toward him 
 with the girl. 
 
1 
 
 146 DANGERS OF WORKING GIRLS. 
 
 He followed silently after them, and Karina 
 hearing the trouble came also. 
 
 "What's the matter with the girl?'' asked she, 
 her eyes darkening as they lighted upon the 
 shrinking Hilda. "Do you want me to give her a 
 beating?" 
 
 "No, not that/' replied the doctor, "but some- 
 thing better." 
 
 "Why do you allow me to beat the others and 
 not her?" growled Karina. "She is no better than 
 Elsie, and I had my own pleasure with her this 
 afternoon. What fun it was to see that child 
 writhe and groan under the lash !" 
 
 "Shame, shame," cried Hilda. "Are you not 
 ashamed of yourselves to strike a lame child? 
 Oh, may heaven deal with you as you have with 
 the helpless girls you have had under your 
 charge." 
 
 "I'll soon change your mind about me," laugh- 
 ed the doctor. "Charlie, turn on that faucet." 
 
 The sailor looked at the weeping girl. Her 
 very expression seemed to lift the haze from his 
 brain, and his eyes stared out of his head, and<he 
 shouted : 
 
DANGERS OP WORKING GIRLS. 
 
 147 
 
 ^'I will not do so to her — any but her. I will 
 not, master," and then as the poor silly fellow 
 saw the man coming toward him with darkening 
 brow and extended hand he pleaded : 
 
 "I will do all you tell me to any but her — oh, I 
 beg of you, I beg for her. She makes me think 
 that I had a sister once." 
 
 "Bah,'' shouted Salsya; "you fool, what do you 
 mean by such talk? Do you think that I'm going 
 to stand this from you? Turn on that faucet, I 
 say.'' * 
 
 "No." 
 
 "Turn it on," and Salsya raised a large whip 
 which he held in his hand. 
 
 "I will not." 
 
 "Then take that, and that, and that." 
 
 This emphatic remark was made by the de- 
 scending of a whip upon the upturned face. 
 
 "Don't turn it on then, fool ; I can do it myself. 
 Do you think I have no hands?" 
 
 Saying this, he shoved Hilda into the corner, 
 and then pressed a little silver faucet which was 
 embedded in the wall. 
 
 Down over the girl's face came a shower of 
 
248 DANGERS OF WORKING GIRLS. 
 
 powder, little fine flour-like powder, which gave 
 out an aroma of sweet violets. 
 
 "What are you doing?" cried the girl, turning 
 her face toward the doctor and watching the , 
 sailor with fascinated eyes, who had not yet risen 
 from the floor; "I don't like the feeling of that — 
 oh, what is it doing to me?'' 
 
 The sweet face had grown strangely pale. The 
 well-set head had dropped over the shoulders. 
 
 Karina came nearer. She noticed the change 
 in the girl. 
 
 "You are taking her mind from her with that 
 stuff," cried she delightedly. "Is that what you 
 do with the girls?" 
 
 "Of course. Do you suppose men want those 
 scratching girls in the cell now. No, we doctor 
 them up nicely, and they are as peaceful and play- 
 ful as kittens and as harmless as doves. Now 
 watch. She will think her enemies her friends- 
 and her friends enemies." 
 
 Slowly Hilda turned her bright eyes upon Ka- 
 rina, and a heavenly smile lit up tlie beautiful 
 f^ace. 
 
 ''Oh," cried she, "you are my deai , dear friend ; 
 
DANGERS OF WORKING GIRLS. 14^ 
 
 I would kiss you. Please let me take your hand 
 in mine," 
 
 "Wonderful, wonderful," muttered Karina as 
 she allowed Hilda to fondle her white hand. 
 
 "I thought I should never see you again," cried 
 the girl ; "I thought I never should. Oh, my sweet 
 lady, let me live with you." 
 
 And back in the corner, mingled with the sweet 
 voice, wasl the violent sobbing of the prostrate 
 sailor. 
 
250 DANGERS OP WOEKIN& GIRLS. 
 
 CHAPTER X. 
 
 Two men could be seen coming through the 
 Bight into Pell street. 
 
 "I hope you are not mistaken, Izy," said the 
 taller of the two. "Are you sure you heard the 
 knocks distinctly?" 
 
 "Sure, three sharp knocks, and I know just 
 how to give them. You'll see the door open and 
 the Chinaman come out. When that happens 
 then you give him a pelt in the head, and we'll 
 both go in. See?" 
 
 "I see, Izy," replied Branton, "and I'll just rob 
 the Chinaman of his clothes and bring you with 
 me into the den, and we shall soon see if the girl 
 is there," 
 
 "Be careful." 
 
 "I will." 
 
 "And don't let that devil of an Indian suspect 
 you are there, or as sure as my name is Isfdore, as 
 old Ann used to call me, you'll lose your life," 
 
DANGERS OF WORKING GIRLS. 1^1 
 
 "I'll watch that," said Branton, "for that is 
 mj darling's safeguard, this good-for-nothing life 
 of mine/' 
 
 The young man sighed as he said this, and it 
 hurt him when he thought of those days in which 
 he had made theft the one ambition of his life. 
 
 They were now in front of a solemn-looking 
 place, in the door of which was a small hole cot- 
 ered with a sliding window without glass. 
 
 Three distinct knocks Izy gave upon the door. 
 Then it slowly opened and a long pigtail waved 
 in the wind. 
 
 "Nobody here," muttered the Chinaman, as he 
 wandered about, for he could not see our hero and 
 his friend, as they had hidden. 
 
 At this moment the shambling form came 
 within a short space of Izy and Branton, and the 
 latter slipped his foot between the legs of the 
 Mongolian and tripped him up, and down he went 
 to the ground. In an instant Branton had him 
 stripped of his clothes and Izy had the feet and 
 hands of the man tied and had placed him in a 
 coal hole. 
 
 Then the two men went into the opium den and 
 
152 DANGERS OP WORKING GIRLS 
 
 closed the door. Our hero told Izy to let him 
 proceed alone. 
 
 He crawled into the den and took his place 
 among the Chinamen, \(^ho were smoking dope. 
 
 ^'Oh, to get sight of her," said he some time 
 after his entrance to the house. "I suppose that 
 they will come in here before long. My heart is 
 beating so that I can hear it." 
 
 He was lying flat upon a bench where his eyes 
 could sweep the whole room, the long cue hang- 
 ing from under the cap, which covered his entire 
 head. 
 
 Suddenly the door opened and Hilda entered 
 as if in a dream. Salsya followed. He looked 
 about impatiently at the set of heavy sleepers, 
 who were dozing and snoring in their chairs. 
 Once in a while one would rouse himself enough 
 to take a puff upon the pipe, only to sink again 
 into a stupor. 
 
 ^^Get up and out of here," shouted the doctor, 
 dropping Hilda's hand and arousing the men; 
 ^^get out of here, I say." 
 
 Hilda was standing directly in front of Bran- 
 ton. He put out his hand and softly touched her 
 
DANGERS OP WORKING GIRLS. 153 
 
 Land and she turned about and looked at him 
 dazedly. 
 
 j "Hush, child, it is I, Branton," said Barney in 
 a low tone ; "don't make a " 
 
 Before he could finish his sentence he heard the 
 girl give a great cry. She shuddered and ran to 
 the doctor. 
 
 "Oh, I am so afraid of that awful-looking 
 man," cried she. "He is awful. I don't want to 
 leave you." 
 
 Branton sank down in a heap upon the bench. 
 He thought his time had surely come. 
 
 "Nor shall you leave me, Hilda," cried the de- 
 lighted doctor; "that man hurt you — that is 
 faithful Lee. Why, he is as harmless as a 
 chicken." But Branton heard the doctor mutter : 
 
 "That drug has fixed her, but I would rather 
 have her come to me with her own mind than like 
 this. It is abhorrent to me." 
 
 "And to me," murmured Branton, the fire leap- 
 ing into his eyes. "He has drugged the poor 
 I child," said he. "Oh, if I ever get my hands on 
 hii«, I'll make him suffer for that." 
 
 Hilda dropped gracefully into a seat with the 
 
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 DANGERS OP WORKING GIRLS. 
 
 same expression of surprise upon her fece, as if 
 the world had changed for her, 
 
 "Dear little girl," whispered Dr. Salsya, "you 
 have no idea how dearly I love you. Are you will- 
 ing to be my wife?" 
 
 "Yes," muttered Hilda, brushing her face with 
 her fingers. 
 
 "Then you will go with me back to India?" 
 
 "Yes." 
 
 "And will always be true to me?" 
 
 Hilda's eyes sought his face pleadingly, and 
 he? mind was his as far as his will was concerned, 
 but her pure soul was struggling for its usual 
 atmosphere. 
 
 "Yes, yes, I will do what you want me to," said 
 she, leaning over and taking his hands in hers. 
 
 "Oh, that is heaven, child, to have you so close 
 to me. I shall always be good to you, if when you 
 get your senses you show me any such love as you 
 do now. Sweet child, forgive me for doing this^ 
 but you would not let me love you otherwise." 
 
 Salsya had then perhaps the purest feeling that 
 had ever entered his breast. He was truly sorry 
 
DANGERS OF WORKING GIRLS. 155 
 
 that he had been forced to take the mind from 
 Hilda to make her consent to his love. 
 
 But Branton had stood all that was possible. 
 [ He rose to his feet, and with a terrible cry flashed 
 \ hie arm between Hilda and the doctor just as the 
 I latter was about to take the girl in his arms. 
 I "You shall not touch her, villain. I hate you, 
 hate you more than words can say. Was ever a 
 man so tried as I am?" 
 "And who are you?" 
 
 The doctor had risen to his feet and looked 
 sharply at his servant, or at least so he supposed. 
 "Branton." 
 "Ah!" 
 
 Salsya whipped out a revolver quickly and held 
 > it up close to Branton's face. In the ejaculation 
 which burst from his lips there was a tone of de- 
 light, and he now had his most dreadful enemy in 
 his hands. What more could he wish? 
 "So I have you ; now sit down." 
 Hilda had drawn herself away from the men. 
 Branton looked pleadingly at her, but there was 
 no response to his intense expression. She ap- 
 peared to consider him a stranger. 
 
156 DANGERS OF WORKING GIRLS. 
 
 "Who is be, dear?" asked slie inaoeentty of the 
 doctor. 
 
 Salsya burst into a laugh. 
 
 "Did you hear that, Bran ton? Did you hear 
 her call me dear, and ask who you were? She 
 little thinks that you were once her lover." 
 
 "Salsya," said Branton, "I beg of you to spare 
 that child. She is innocent, and came all the 
 way from India to escape you. Why don't you 
 allow her to pass out of your life? She has never 
 done you any harm." 
 
 "No harm. I love her madly, with all my 
 strength and might. Let her leave me when I am 
 on the verge of happiness? I guess not." 
 
 "Yes, happiness wrenched from a girPs virtue 
 without her will. Shame upon you. You do not 
 realize what it means to her." 
 
 "Oh, don't I? Well, just listen. Now I am 
 going to give myself a treat in seeing her kill you 
 with her own hands. That girl standing there is 
 completely under my control, and she will do 
 absolutely whatever I tell her as long as the drug 
 lasts that I gave her." 
 
 "And how long will that be?" eried Branton. ^ 
 
DANGERS OP WORKING 6IR£<S. ^§7 
 
 "No telling ; perhaps all day, or it might lem% 
 I her at any moment." 
 
 "God grant that it leaves her soon," groaned 
 ; Barney. 
 
 I "But listen to my plan. I am going to have this 
 igirl kill you. Do you hear, Branton? Kill you 
 as if you were a pig. Now, how will that satisfy 
 you?" 
 
 "Oh, God," cried Barney, "have you no mercy? 
 You kill me yourself, but do not stain her pure 
 soul with such a murder and without her will." 
 
 "Hilda," and the doctor took her hand in his, 
 "do you see that man there?" 
 
 "Yes, yes." 
 
 "He is your enemy." 
 
 "Yes, yes." 
 
 "And do you wish him dead?" 
 
 "Yes, yes." 
 
 The girl was trying to brush the cobwebs from 
 her .poor brain. 
 
 "Then you take this little dagger and drive it 
 deep into his heart. Do you hear, as deep as you 
 can?" 
 
 "Yes, I hear.'^ 
 
158 DANGERS OF WORKING GIRJ.S. 
 
 It was as if some one had been walking in her 
 sleep. Hilda slowly took the dagger from the 
 Indian's fingers. 
 
 "Yon want to kill him, do you not, Hilda?" 
 
 The taunting words and the answer cut to the 
 heart the youug fellow sitting in the shadow of 
 the raised revolver. 
 
 "Yes, I want to kill him." 
 
 But Barney noticed that the words were 
 spoken in a softer tone than before and that there 
 was an expression in the eyes of the girl he had 
 not noted before. 
 
 "Then go away back there by that door," or- 
 dered the doctor, "and come swiftly forward and 
 drive the knife into this man's heart." 
 
 Hilda turned to obey and Barney's eyes were 
 devouring her precious figure. He could not be- 
 lieve that Hilda would kill him, even at the order 
 of this Indian. 
 
 She turned on the spot where the doctor had 
 indicated and came swiftly toward the table with 
 the knife upraised. As she reached the chair Bar- 
 ney was sitting in she hesitated and then slowly 
 dropped her hand. 
 
DANGERS OP WORKING GIRLS. Ig9 
 
 "Strike, strike!" commanded the Indian. "Do 
 you hear? Kill that man !" 
 
 Branton expected to feel the dagger pressed 
 into his heart. But suddenly he saw come into 
 Hilda's eyes a flash of intelligence and then one 
 of rage. He knew that she had regained her 
 senses somewhat. 
 
 ".Kill him !" commanded the doctor. 
 "No, no," shouted the girl sharply, "not him^ 
 but you, you !" ^ 
 
 She brought the knife down upon the arm of 
 the doctor which held the revolver and pinioned 
 it to the table. 
 |. Branton made a grasp for the weapon and 
 K'wrenched it from the Indian's fingers. 
 ? "So you will order her to kill me?" said Bran- 
 >n. "Ah, Hilda, my darling, come into my arms. 
 Don't you move or I may give you what you 
 threatened me with." 
 1^ Hilda fully remembered now. 
 ■JL'The doctor sat cowering under the muzzle of 
 ^■b own gun. 
 
 Branton had gathered his darling into his arms 
 and was giving her sweet kisses when he heard a 
 
100 DANGERS OP WORKING GIRLS. 
 
 footstep and was in the act of turning when down 
 upon his head came a heavy blow which felled 
 him to the ground. 
 
 "Oh, you will take a good Chinaman and trow 
 him in the coal holee; that what he didy to me.'' 
 
 Hilda stood over her lover, but she was soon 
 dragged away. 
 
 "Don't hurt him," commanded the master of 
 the establishment, "for he will be the best in the 
 world for me to torture after the sale to-night. 
 Do you hear? You shall see what it seems like to 
 stand in the presence of a lover being put to 
 death with the most frightful tortures. Now 
 then, come with me." 
 
 Branton was placed in a room, where he was 
 left to regain his consciousness, which was not 
 for many hours. He then sat up rubbing his head 
 and wondering what had hit him in the face. 
 
 Haggerdy did not mention to the detective 
 when he saw him that day when our hero was 
 passing through such dreadful things, that he 
 had seen the long-sought-for man. 
 
DANGERS OP WORKING GIRLS. 1Q± 
 
 '^I only came for orders," he said, and sat quiet- 
 ly down and waited. 
 
 "I cannot imagine where that fellow Branton 
 is," cried Detective O'Hara; "he must have fallen 
 from the earth, or some of our sleuths would have 
 seen him before this.'^ 
 
 Haggerdy had nothing to say. 
 
 "If I ever clap my eyes upon him again he 
 won't get off so easy. Now then, for the love of 
 heaven, tell me, have you found out where that 
 Indian doctor does business in Pell street? Is it 
 No. 44, or what?" 
 
 "Yep." 
 
 "How do you know?" 
 
 "Saw Mrs. Dean go in there." 
 
 "Then you are to go with me to-night. How 
 •are we going to enter?" 
 
 "I don't know, but if you find a way then will 
 I follow." 
 
 So it happened that the two men went together 
 to the low^er part of the town and examined care- 
 fully the holes about the place. 
 
 Suddenly they came upon the coal hole in 
 which the Chinaman had been imprisoned and 
 
J[g2 DANGERS OP WORKING GIRLS. 
 
 found that some one had lately made his way 
 through the window into the cellar. This was 
 just the opportunity for just such men as the^^ 
 ,^ were. 
 
 Into the dirty place they made their way until 
 a light from the upper story guided their foot- 
 steps in the right direction. 
 
 "I've left w^ord with the chief," said Kane as 
 they proceeded quietly along, "to be here at nine 
 and to get into this house in some way. I think 
 they will bring help enough to release us if we get 
 into trouble." 
 
 Haggerdy grunted, because he did not believe 
 but what they could take care of themselves. 
 
 "Now then, old man, you stay there in the dark 
 until you hear me whistle; then you come to my 
 assistance. '^ 
 
 Haggerdy stumbled as he slouched along, and 
 suddenly he came up against a wall. 
 " He sat down upon the floor and was startled 
 by finding something wriggling under Mm. 
 
 "What in thunder is that?" cried he. "What 
 are you, man or " 
 
DANGERS OP WORKING GIRLS. 1Q3 
 
 "Man," answered a sleepy voice, and Izy crawl- 
 ed from under the policeman. 
 
 "What was you doing there?'' demanded the 
 officer. 
 
 "Only a-sleeping, waiting for my master to call 
 me.'^ 
 
 "And who is your master?" 
 
 "Barney Branton. He is up there delivering 
 his sweetheart from the hands of a beast." 
 
 "And my master has gone to help him," replied 
 Haggerdy. 
 
 Then the two were silent for fear they would 
 attract the numerous people they heard running 
 around overhead. 
 
 Kane O'Hara made his way softly through the 
 house, trying every door he came to, peering here 
 and there into the rooms, until he came at last to 
 a place brightly lighted, and he saw standing in 
 the hall, or the narrow room, which it might be 
 called, Mrs. Dean, who was talking to the doctor. 
 
 "And she stabbed your hand, the »hrew? Why 
 
164 DANGERS OP WORKING GIBLS. 
 
 didn't you kill them both? They are nat fit t® 
 live. Why did you spare them?" 
 
 "She was too valuable to do such a thing, and 
 I am giving him a run for his money; that is, I 
 am going to have the fellow tortured well." 
 
 "And the girl?" demanded the woman. 
 
 "She will be sold at my convenience/' was the 
 answer. "Now don't you interfere with her; I 
 claim her as my special property." 
 
 "Yes, because you love her," sneered Karina. 
 "You know you do, you miserable man." 
 
 "You lie now, Karina, Don't let's quarrel, for 
 it is not worth while. Come, we will go in here 
 and sit down." 
 
 And a^ quickly as he spoke they turned into the 
 room and came face to fa^e with Kane O'Hara. 
 
DANGERS OF WORKING GIRLS. 165 
 
 CHAPTER XL 
 
 'What are you doing here?" demanded the 
 doctor, looking at Kane searchingly. "So you, 
 too, have placed yourself in my hands like that 
 fool Branton? Don't you think that fate has 
 been kind to me, my Karina?" 
 
 He was covering the detective with a revolver. 
 
 "Hands up," cried he. And up went Kane's 
 hands. 
 
 "Now then, look steadily at that image beside 
 you. Do you know what that is?" 
 
 Kane allowed his eyes to rest upon a hideous 
 face near him. He saw that it was some kind of 
 mechanism, but what he knew not. 
 
 "Ah, O'Hara, you can't tell just what it is, but 
 go closer and closer and yet closer." 
 
 The doctor was pressing the man with t&e 
 weapon, and Kane walked to the chair. 
 
 "Now, sit in it," ordered the doctor. 
 
r|0g DANGERS OF WORKING GIRLS. 
 
 Kane turned around to meet the haughty eyes 
 of Karina. She laughed lightly as she saw him 
 pleading with her for aid. 
 
 "So you are going to get your just deserts, are 
 you?" cried she. "Ah, O'Hara, it is not the angels 
 who always gain heaven on earth." 
 
 "Sit down," broke in the doctor. 
 
 Kane felt the cold muzzle of the pistol. 
 
 He sat down softly, and the moment he had 
 reached the seat he felt two large metal arms 
 closing around him. 
 
 "How does it feel to be embraced like that? 
 We call him the god Josh, and he will see that 
 you die well. Now how do you like the smell of 
 that?" 
 
 Salsya pressed another button, and out over 
 the detective floated a villainous powder that 
 made him cough and spit with vigor. 
 
 "Stop that, you devil," cried O'Hara. "Don't 
 you know better than to choke a fellow to death?" 
 
 "That's what I intend to do. You are never to 
 leave those arms alive nor my presence, for this 
 night this place will be closed and you, with Bar- 
 ney Branton, will be left here to die." 
 
DANGERS OP WORKING GIRLS. IQJ 
 
 "Barney Branton?" gasped Kane. 
 
 "Yes; he, too, faced the lion in his lair, and, 
 although I got a little scratch from him, it 
 amounted to nothing, and now, then, here is for 
 another drink of powder." 
 
 Again and again the button was pressed, and 
 then the doctor lifted the curtain and looked at 
 his victim. O'Hara was not breathing, but held 
 his nose with one of his pinioned hands. 
 
 "Oh, you'll have to draw your breath in a little 
 while," said the doctor, laughing. "It won't take 
 long for you to make up your mind that to 
 breathe powder is better than not to breathe at 
 all." 
 
 "Look a-here, Salsya," and O'Hara waved his 
 hand to beat away the poisonous drug; "look 
 here, I'm at your mercy now, but if you think that 
 it will always be so you are mistaken. I believe 
 on my soul that I shall live to see you in the mur- 
 derer's chair." 
 
 The*Indian threw back his-^head and shouted. 
 
 "Fool," laughed he, "there is nothing on earth 
 that can save you. You are as much at my mercy 
 
X(}S DANGERS OP WORKING GIRLS. 
 
 now as Branton, and I doubt if he will ever re- 
 gain his senses again. '^ 
 
 "Nevertheless," replied Kane, "I may now be 
 I breathing your terrible stuff, bwt I shall have the 
 '' shackles on you yet. Phew, turn off that powder ; 
 I want to swear." 
 
 A ringing laugh came from Karina's lips. All 
 this was delightful to her. 
 
 "Do you remember, Mr. Detective," asked she, 
 "when you told me that you thought I was sham- 
 ming my grief? What do you think now?" 
 
 "That you are a miserable coward and woman 
 destroyer." 
 
 "Man, too," taunted the woman. "Here, let me 
 give him a little blow," and saying this she press- 
 ed the button and the detective spit loudly. 
 
 "Just bring it to the right," said Salsya, "and 
 leave him to slowly die, the cur. He will see that 
 it is a case of the survival of the fittest." 
 
 "And you are the fittest, nit," shouted the de- 
 tective. Then he choked dreadfully. 
 
 "He's, game," said the doctor. "Come, Karina, 
 and let him alone." 
 
 Scarcely had they left the room before CHara 
 
DANGERS OP WORKING GIRLS. IQ^ 
 
 commenced to sneeze and utter heartrending 
 noises 
 
 Then out of a hole near by, coming from an- 
 ^ o^er room, crawled the figure of a man. 
 ♦ *^HeIp, help!" cried Kane. 
 
 The figure crawled slowly up to the chair, and 
 then the powder was shut off and the curtains 
 drawn. 
 
 Kane O'Hara was looking into the pain-laden 
 eyes of the prisoner he sought so diligently. 
 
 "Let me loose, old man," cried he. "I surely 
 am having my insides pressed out and this pow- 
 der will sneeze my head off." 
 
 The work then was to find the spring that 
 would loosen the arms. 
 
 "Take my gun from my pocket," ordered Kane, 
 "and if any one comes in shoot, and shoot to kill." 
 
 Branton did as he was told, and he labored 
 with the figure and at last was rewarded with 
 seeing the great arms separate and the man rise 
 to his feet. 
 
 "God bless you, old chap. Now thmy we will 
 give them the run for their money that they were 
 
I^Q DANGERS OP WORKING GIRLS. 
 
 going to give you. Have you any one to help 
 you?" 
 
 "Yes," replied Branton slowly, trying to regain 
 his strength ; "I have Isidore Cohen." 
 
 "And I have Policeman Haggerdy. But I could 
 not have called him because that cuss pinioned 
 my arms and I could not use my whistle. I'd like 
 to get my hands on him." 
 
 The young man then rehearsed to the detective 
 what had happened in the room before the doctor 
 gave Hilda that terrible stuff. "Oh, I, too, would 
 like to get my hands on him. I wish I'd given 
 him a blow that night when I went to the house 
 of the Deans. He was trying to steal the money 
 I was after " 
 
 "You?" gasped Kane. 
 
 "Yes, I, O'Hara," cried Barney. "I was the 
 king of the cracksmen, but I never took a human 
 life, and I wanted money because I could not get 
 honest work; but for murder, I never did it." 
 
 "And I believe you," assented the other; "I 
 shall never use your admission against you." 
 
 The two looked into each other's face for a mo- 
 anent, and there arose between them an affection 
 
DANGERS OF WORKING GIRLS. IJI 
 
 which lasted all of their lives, and for the first 
 and last time this young man confessed his for- 
 mer trade and then it sank out of sight. 
 
 "I shall never steal again, O'Hara," promised 
 Branton, "not if I save my dear sweetheart." 
 
 "Our duty will now be to liberate all the girls 
 there are in here," decided O'Hara. 
 
 "Elsie Dean is still in the cell," said Branton,. 
 ^'and she is to be sold to some Eastern rich man, 
 and Mrs. Dean is going to claim the fprtune. If 
 she becomes unmanageable, then she is to be 
 killed. Let's go to the front, old man, and save 
 . the whole bunch with the help of heaven." 
 ««•»«■«*«« 
 
 There was one room in the establishment of the 
 Indian that was the terror of every prisoner. It 
 f! was a beautifully hung apartment with draperies 
 of velvet, and it was here that the buyers gath- 
 ered to purchase any girl who might suit their 
 fancy. 
 
 Hilda was sitting there with her hands folded 
 and looking extremely pensive. She had given 
 all hope since Barney had been sent away, and 
 . fcihe did not know where he had gone to. 
 
1 
 
 ^>J2 DANGERS OF WORKING GiRLS. 
 
 Just as she was thinking this the door op^ed 
 and the sailor peeped in. He saw the ocompant 
 and walked in slowly. 
 
 "Miss," he began, "I would have saved you if I 
 had been able. I begged the master to be kind to 
 you, but I cannot remember what he said.'' 
 
 "Poor fellow," said Hilda rising; "he has you 
 as much of a slave as the rest of us. I feel for you 
 so deeply." 
 
 "I am here forever," admitted the sailor, "and 
 no one can help me. I had a sister once, but I 
 don't remember her name." 
 
 "And I," b^an Hilda, looking keenly at him, 
 "had a brother, but he died in the war. My poor 
 father is dead, too. Oh, I beg of you to help me. 
 Can't you bring to your mind the face of your 
 own sister, and let that help you to aid me? Oh, 
 please do not let him harm me." 
 
 Her face was now covered with tears. The 
 sailor worked painfully, for memory was strug- 
 gling with itself. 
 
 j "Oh, girl, if I could but remember, but this 
 bone in my head hurts so it makes me crazy." 
 
DANGERS OF WORKING GIRLS. I73 
 
 Hilda walked up to him with her hands ex- 
 tended. 
 
 "Man/' began she, sobbing, "look here; once 
 w^hen I was a little girl, my dear brother put this 
 anchor upon my arm. And upon his breast he 
 placed a ship. And then he said to me, ^Hilda, 
 that will keep you from danger.' '' 
 
 The sailor's face brightened and his eyes 
 sparkled for a moment. Then they again lost 
 their lustre and he went back into the old state of 
 weeping. 
 
 "A ship, an anchor," said he, muttering to him- 
 self, "and Hilda, Hilda, Hilda." 
 
 This name rolled from under his tongue lov- 
 ingly until he gathered from the dimmed recesses 
 of his brain something out of the past. Hilda 
 saw it coming. 
 
 "I have the ship," said he, not daring to look 
 up, for fear of some revolution it would make in 
 his life, but the girl was not slow to act. 
 
 "Then you are my brother Charlie, and I am 
 your sister. Did not your mother tell you to take 
 care of Hilda before you left home?" 
 
 "Take care of Hilda, take care of Hilda," mut- 
 

 174 DANGERS OP WORKING GIRLS. 
 
 tered the other. "Oh yes, to take care of my little 
 baby sister Hilda. Oh yes, yes, child, I have found 
 you. The mother on her deathbed and little 
 curly-headed Hilda weeping at her side, and my 
 father " 
 
 "Stood with his arm about you," cried Hilda; 
 "yes, yes, you are my dear brother Charlie. Oh, 
 take me with you wherever you are going, and I 
 will never leave you." 
 
 She was close to him now, peering pleadingly 
 into his face, and still the poor brain was strug- 
 gling with its burden of forgetfulness. 
 
 Suddenly there leaped into the dull eyes the 
 full light of reason. 
 
 "I remember it all," shouted he, "and just how 
 you looked and what mother said to me, ^Take 
 care of my little baby Hilda.' And, please God, I 
 shall care for you, my darling." 
 
 They were in each other's arms when the door 
 softly opened, but neither heard it. They were 
 absorbed in the love which had been given them 
 at birth. Each one remembered the tender 
 mother, the dignified father, and Hilda felt now 
 
DANGERS OP WORKING GIRLS. ±J§ 
 
 that she would willingly die if her brother could 
 retain his memory. 
 
 Suddenly a voice broke upon their ears. 
 
 "This is a nice scene/' said Dr. Salsya as he 
 walked into the room. 
 
 "What does it mean?" asked he in an intense 
 tone. "How dare you put your hand upon that 
 woman?" 
 
 "I am his own sister," said Hilda, keeping her 
 hands upon the shrinking boy. "Don't you dare 
 to touch him, sir; you will destroy all hope for 
 me, for I swear if you do anything to again take 
 away his memory of our dear mother upon her 
 deathbed, then will I kill myself and you can't 
 help it. Do you understand?" 
 
 Hilda's tone was so sharp that the doctor stood 
 where he first halted. 
 
 "I hear," said he slowly, "but that does not say 
 that I heed. Now, listen, you youngsters, for T 
 will not be balked in my plan. You, Charlie, go 
 from the room only for a moment, as I want to 
 talk with your sister, which I really believe she 
 is, for there is a strong family resemblance." 
 
3.76 DANGERS OP WORKING GIRLS. 
 
 Hilda still held to her brother's hand, but a 
 look from the doctor made her drop it. 
 
 "Gk), Charlie, dear, and if I want you come at 
 nay call." 
 
 The lad went from the room, his eyes feasting 
 upon the dear face. 
 
 Dr. Salsya ran to the girl as he went out. 
 
 "Hilda," he said rapidly, "if you will accede to 
 my wishes I will promise you to always be good 
 to him and never to make him my t5ol again and 
 to treat you like a queen, and you shall be my 
 wife, my honored wife." 
 
 "And what of the woman you took from her 
 husband, and made a criminal? What of her?" 
 
 The doctor shook his head impatiently. 
 
 "She can go to the dickens as far as I am con- 
 cerned. I do not love her anyway. I would 
 rather have her out of the way." 
 
 "Maybe she will not take to it so peaceably as 
 you think," argued Hilda to save time, and for 
 what? Maybe it was the two stanch young fel- 
 lows who at ttiat moment were looking into each 
 other's eyes and vowing to help her, that made 
 her so confident. They were giving her some of 
 
DANGERS OP WORKING GIRLS. 177 
 
 %eir strength through the mind, which is possi- 
 ble, and kept Hilda parrying with the doctor. 
 
 *^I don't care what she does," cried he again ; "I 
 only want you, child, only you." 
 
 *^You cannot have me." 
 
 "Then I will," shouted he, "and you do not 
 leave this room until you are mine body and soul, 
 for I love you, Hilda Murivale." 
 
 Hilda pushed his hand from her arm. She 
 lifted hers impatiently and brought it down with 
 full strength upon his face. 
 
 Mrs. Dean entered the room at that moment, 
 but not in time to see the whole thing. 
 
 "What is the meaning of this?" cried she, look- 
 ing from one to the other. 
 
 "It means that I am going to tame this girl," 
 cried the doctor, whose face was livid. 
 
 "And I say that he is trying to make me love 
 him." 
 
 Mrs. Dean turned her face toward the doctor 
 with a deadening look. 
 
 "She lies, Karina," said the man ; "I was only 
 trying to make her obey me, and I will not have a 
 iwoman about who will not obey me." 
 
J^78 DANGERS OP WORKING GIRLS. 
 
 He walked threateniDgly up to Hilda and gave 
 her an expression of curiosity, because here was a 
 woman who dared anything for her honor's sake, 
 and he loved her all the better. 
 
 "You know you are lying, girl," said he, raising 
 his voice, so that Karina could hear. 
 
 "I, was not lying, and you are a wicked man. 
 You did say that you loved me, and I will not let 
 you put your hands upon me.'' 
 
 Then she turned and fled to Karina, thinking 
 that as a w^oman she could make her do as her 
 heart would dictate. 
 
 "Karina," she said, ""if you want to keep that 
 man to yourself, help me to escape. I want to go 
 from here, for I do not care for your lover." 
 
DANGERS OF WORKING GIRLS. ^Jf) 
 
 CHAPTER XII. 
 
 "Oh, you do not care for my lover," sneered 
 Karina; "well, my lover does not care for yqu. 
 Now then, you get out of here and let me talk to 
 this man." 
 
 "J have not finished my talk with Hilda yet, 
 Karin^," cried the doctor ; "you step outside only 
 a moment, and I will tame her." 
 
 Karina, with a look of hate, left the room and 
 the doctor drew tightly the velvet curtains to- 
 gether, so that no one could hear. But he had 
 reckoned without his host. 
 
 A slight quiver of the curtains and Hilda and 
 the doctor were not alone. 
 
 "Hilda, I love you," cried Salsya; "why do you 
 make me suffer so? I have no one in the world 
 but you, and it does seem as if my heart would 
 break. Hear me, little girl, I am going to dispose 
 of all tliose women in there to-night, and Mrs. 
 
tJ^gO DANGERS OP WORKING GIHLS. 
 
 Dean can go anywh^e she wisihes, but you ai^e to 
 go with me." 
 
 "I will not," said Hilda; ^^ou belong to her, 
 and I do not want you." 
 
 "Don't trifle with me, child," gasped the doc- "^ 
 tor. "To-night you will have to make your choice. 
 Now, then, for getting together all and finishing 
 up with New York, and when you leave this town 
 this night you will go as my wife, mine body and 
 soul." 
 
 Branton and O'Hara were in a little room 
 where they had quietly hidden. Branton knew 
 all the plans of the doctor, and then had arranged 
 themselves accordingly. 
 
 The room of mystery was all lighted up for the 
 evening, and the poor victims were dressed for 
 the sale after a dose of the powder, which was 
 well sprinkled over them. Each girl laughed in 
 her hideous glee and thought that Dr. Salsya was 
 her dearest friend. 
 
 Branton gnashed his teeth amgrily, and O'Hara 
 nudged him in the ribs. 
 
DANGERS OP WORKING GIRLS. IgJ 
 
 ''Keep puffing at your pipe," whispo^ed he, "for 
 that will make the old man think that you are 
 one of them. Look at the Dean woman ; she looks 
 twenty years older than ever before." 
 
 When Mrs. Dean heard the words from Dr. 
 Salsya's lips she nearly lost her reason, and she 
 knew now that Hilda had told the truth. She, 
 too, crept into the mystery room, with her spirit 
 crushed and broken, but she had made up her 
 mind to get even with the doctor and see that he 
 was not happy with the woman whom she hated. 
 
 She seated herself not far from Branton and 
 Kane. They were both holding their heads down, 
 so that their faces could not be seen. 
 
 Dr. Salsya came in leading Hilda. 
 
 Branton had seen Izy before, telling him to be 
 ready, as while they might not need their help yet 
 that it was better to be on the safe side. 
 
 Then the great climax in all their lives came. 
 
 Dr. Salsya commenced his talk, and said that 
 it pleased him to be able to give to every man the 
 
132 DANGfERS OP WORKING GIRLS. 
 
 woman he wanted. There was no chance for a 
 disagreeable, for they should take their choice. 
 
 The poor doped fools laughed and giggled, only 
 Hilda being in her right mind. The moment she 
 entered the room she held out her hands to her 
 brother, and Salsya, not wanting to make her 
 obstinate, allowed him to stand close to her. 
 
 Just as the sale commenced a voice came out of 
 the corner : "I demand that this woman be sold 
 first!" 
 
 It was Mrs. Dean, with her finger pointing 
 straight at Hilda. 
 
 "I swear that she shall not be sold, woman,'^ 
 cried the doctor. "I have done with you. Do not 
 try to interfere with my business, and please do 
 not bore me any more.'' 
 
 With this flung in her face, the woman sank 
 upon a divan. 
 
 "Are you not ashamed, man?" cried Hilda. 
 
 Karina jumped up. 
 
 "I don't want your sympathy. Miss. You will 
 die now. I will deal with this man." 
 
 Then going up to the doctor, she said : 
 
 ^^And this is the man I have sinned for, the man 
 
DANGERS OP WORKING GIRLS. 1g^ 
 
 1 allowed to kill my husband, who was so kind to 
 me always?'' 
 
 "Woman," shouted Salsya, "do you know what 
 you are saying? Dare utter another word like 
 that and I'll settle you. I'm going to marry this 
 girl ! Do you understand?" 
 
 "And I say you shall not," and Karina started 
 for Hilda with her fingers in the air. 
 
 A shot rang out through the room aiid Karina 
 staggered and fell, with a bullet in her heart from 
 the smoking weapon held in the hand of Salsya. 
 
 "She nor no one else shall balk my plans now,*' 
 growled the doctor. "Now, gentlemen, we will 
 proceed with the sale." 
 
 A door was opened and another lot of girls 
 came giggling in and their condition made Bran- 
 ton grind his teeth. 
 
 "I'll make him suffer for what he has done,** 
 said he under his breath to Kane. 
 
 Hilda was still with her brother, in whose eyes 
 a dangerous light was shining. 
 
 "No one need look at this young lady," cau- 
 tioned Salsj^'a as he saw the buyers going among 
 the girls with greedy eyes ; "she belongs to ma" 
 
184 DANGERS OP WORKING GIRLS. 
 
 The sailor lifted up his hand : "I say she be- 
 longs to me," said he. 
 
 "Don't be a fool, Charlie," laughed the doctor]; 
 "you are both in my power." 
 
 "And you are in mine/' shouted Branton, 
 jumping for the doctor. "Now take your hands 
 from that girl. Take them off, I say !" 
 
 "Not so fast, Mr. Branton. So you have come 
 to life again. Just you take this !" and he leveled 
 his gun at the young man's face and fired. 
 
 But Hilda had knocked it from his fingers sud- 
 denly, and the bullet went into the air. 
 
 A Chinaman came in answer to the ringing of 
 the bell in the hands of the doctor. 
 
 "Lee," shouted Salsya, "do your duty." 
 
 The strangers were looking on curiously, not 
 caring to take a hand in the fray* 
 
 Lee made a bolt for Branton, but was stopped 
 by a bullet from the gun held by Kane. Then 
 came a deadly onslaught. The servants poured 
 in and helped Dr. Salsya to again gain possession 
 ^ of Hilda. 
 
 He placed his arm about Hilda and commenced 
 to draw her toward the door. In his hand was 
 
DANGERS OP WORKING GIRLS. Igg 
 
 a loaded revolver. A lot of frightened girls, }»st 
 getting back their senses, crowded about Braa- 
 ton, begging to be taken to their homes and push- 
 ing off any detaining hand which might be placed 
 upon them. 
 
 The doctor had only gotten as far as the door, 
 when he felt a touch upon his arm. 
 
 Turning he met a fearful blow from the fist of 
 Charlie, now iniull possession of his senses. 
 
 "Fly, Hilda," cried Charlie, and, woman-like, 
 she fled to Branton. 
 
 The servants were cowed by the death of 
 their master, and suddenly as they were looking 
 upon the scene they heard a great din outside, 
 and the whole front of the house literally fell out 
 with the pounding of the police. 
 
 There was then no more trouble. Branton took 
 his lady love away, and they were quietly mar- 
 ried. Kane O'Hara and Izy, with Policeman 
 Haggerdy, were witnesses for Barney as far as 
 the murder of Dean was concerned. 
 
 Elsie insisted upon dividing her fortune with 
 Hilda. Branton at first refused it, but the lame 
 
Igg DANGERS OP WORKING GIRLS. 
 
 child felt so badly that nothing could be done but 
 to accept. 
 
 Hilda was happy in being restored to her 
 brother, and he and Branton went into business 
 together. 
 
 Kane was one of their most frequent visitors. 
 
 Only three other characters are to be disposed 
 of. Ann, "the mighty," was tired of waiting for 
 Tzy, and when Haggerdy proposed to her she ac- 
 cepted him, and when Izy heard that she was mar- 
 ried he went off on a three days' drunk and was 
 happy once more. 
 
 One morning when Hilda and Elsie were alone 
 in Hilda's home they were talking over the past. 
 Branton stole in upon them and took his wife's 
 face in his hands and kissed her. 
 
 'We were just saying, dear," said Hilda, "that 
 this time last year we were all so unhappy." 
 
 "Yes," replied Elsie, "what a year can bring 
 forth !" 
 
 Branton stood thinking for a few moments 
 
DANGERS OP WORKING GIRLS. 137 
 
 when another step announced the coming of some 
 one else. 
 
 "It's Charlie," said Hilda. 
 
 "Yes, it is I, dear little sister," whispered the 
 brother in her ear, "and only to-day I was thank- 
 ing my Heavenly Father for giving me back my 
 mind so that I might help do away with one of the 
 terrible Dangers of Working Gibls/' 
 
 fTHE ENDo 
 
THE CONFESSIONS 
 OF A BELL BOY 
 
 * 
 
 By JOHN F. KELLY 
 
 Author of 
 "DRUMMERS' SAMPLES'* 
 
 Copyright mo by Jofaa F. Kdlr 
 
 NEW YORK 
 
 J. S. OGILVIE PUBLISHING CO- 
 
 57 ROSE STREET 
 
THE REASON 
 
 THERE'S A REASON, and this is it : I have 
 been a traveling man for twenty-five yearn. 
 My line, daily, weekly and monthly publi- 
 cations. Territory covered, the United States, 
 Canada and Mexico. In twenty-five years' traveling, 
 homing up at good, bad and different hotels, one 
 meets many kinds of people and comes in contact 
 with the ever-ready, irrepressible, indispensable, tip- 
 expecting, hustling and intelligent bell-boy. 
 ♦ On a special Summer Resort trip for the New 
 York Herald, I met the bell-boy who made the con- 
 fession. He was one of the live "hoppers" at the 
 Montenesca on Mount Pocono, Pa. 
 
 THE AUTHOR. 
 
ich is tbe beat Hotel? IVhy they axe all best Tbew it is <nrer tberew 
 
1 
 
 The Confessions of a 
 Bell Boy 
 
 CHAPTER I. 
 
 The Hopper Tells of His Early Days and His 
 Break Into the Game — How He Worked the 
 Sympathy Gag on the Kind-Hearted Guest, 
 
 *' Let's see. I have been in this game, bell- 
 hopping, about nine years now. Started in at it 
 in a little Raines law joiat up in York State. 
 Every time I think of that eatery and drinkery, 
 mostly drinkery, with the necessary number of 
 rooms to meet the law's requirements, I think that 
 the law is a funny game, though few lawyers are 
 humorists." 
 
 I did not stay at my first job long, because, as 
 a rule, bottled beer joints are long on noise and 
 short on tips. Beating it away from this trolley 
 town where I first ice-watered an overnight thirst 
 I managed to connect for a hoppiQg job in Syra- 
 cuse. Gee, you ought to have seen me in my first 
 suit of blue with the marble-shaped buttons and 
 
 1 
 
THE CONFESSIONS OF A BELL BOY 5 
 
 the Tommy Atkins hat. Honest, I felt as if I was 
 in a masquerade suit all the time, but as the 
 strangeness of the ^^ad^' suit wore off, the clothes 
 wore on, and I was happy. 
 
 I stayed long enough in Syracuse to get on to 
 a few wrinkles I did not know in Waterville, and 
 then on to the big screech, as I always longed, as 
 every country boy does, to see New York. 
 
 My time spent in the Waldorf was the best ex- 
 perience I had before or since. It stood me well 
 in the Auditorium in Chi., Willard^s in Washing- 
 ton, Green's in Pasadena, the St. Francis in 'Fris- 
 co, the Angelus in Los Angeles and the other top- 
 notchers from one end of the country to the other. 
 I was never particular as to hopping. Any posi- 
 tion from check room to porter or assistant porter, 
 just so I got what the chambermaids in the Ryan 
 in St. Paul calls a '^yob." 
 
 When I look back at what I have seen in my 
 ^ve years of hotel life I think that there is a lot 
 of bunk in the world ; that ajl is not gold that glit- 
 ters : that things are not wjiat they seem and that 
 married couples on the register are not married 
 on the level. 
 
 I've seen old gents with school-girl brides and 
 antique dames with student husbands. I've seen 
 near-guests of hotels write more letters in one day 
 on the house stationery than the real guests would 
 in a week. I've mailed correspondence in hotels 
 that nailed co-respondents later on. 
 
THE CONFESSIONS OP A BELL BOY 7 
 
 Beii-hopping in the Waldorf ^s, Plaza *s and St. 
 -Aegis's leads one to believe that men are not the 
 mly mortals that travel on their shapes. 
 
 To some men and women, too, the jingle of the 
 ce in the pitcher sounds better in the morning 
 ;han the jingle of gold. 
 
 Oh, yes, bell-hopping pays. But money does 
 lot drop from trees and is seldom given unless 
 tor service, and good service at that. True, there 
 are ways of getting tips, that is, good tips, and by 
 good tips I mean from one to ten dollars. One 
 of the best wrinkles for getting the green is the 
 working-through-college gag that was invented, 
 or rather first used, by a captain of hops now at 
 the Willard when he was at the Waldorf. ' 
 
 You know there are a lot of people who want 
 to hold a bell-boy in conversation and get the story 
 of his life, and, if the story listens well, tips the 
 boy to a greenback. 
 
 I remember during my time at the Annex in 
 Chicago I hoppied to the suite of a guest who ap- 
 peared to me, and afterward proved as such, to 
 be one of those good-natured, fatherly old gen- 
 + '^ '^len, who, when I had taken his letters to mail, 
 3d me for the life-story stuff. I had just heard 
 of that working-through-college stunt as an end to 
 ^^ • t poor-but-honest-parent tale, and as the guest 
 aght on the trouble himself, I concluded to 
 
 nd it to him. 
 
 I was a little nervous at first, as I had not se- 
 
 h 
 
8 THE CONFESSIONS OF A BELL BOY 
 
 lected my college or the course I was to take up 
 but I thought of my Waldorf experiences and de- 
 termined to get through with the josh or couni 
 my maiden effort a failure. As was to be expect- 
 ed, the old gentleman asked me the college and 
 the courses I was to pursue. Without batting an 
 eyelash I come back .with that Skeeter State 
 schoolery, Eutgers College in Jersey, and the 
 courses civil engineering and mechanics. Fine] 
 Worked like a charm and seemed to revive old 
 memories in the old gentleman. He shot a lot of 
 talk at me about 'draughting, shades and shadows, 
 linear perspective and junk like that, and wound 
 up with a story of his junior year at college, when 
 he was tied up to them differential calculus things 
 and a lot more of that rah-rah stuff that those soft- 
 hat kids use. 
 
 Now don't get impatient. I got a good tip all 
 right, but I have been wondering from that day 
 to this how I got away with the spiel, especially 
 when I think that the old gentleman who gave me 
 the ten-spot was a short-pipe and soft-hat boy him- 
 self in his young days. 
 
 Sister at boarding school was Mike Joyce ^s tip- 
 getter from old ladies who longed for the life 
 story tale from Mike. I tried it once, but made a;o 
 awful mess of it. It is a simple story, easily told: 
 
 In my own case it was easy to dig up a colle:i:e 
 and the penalties, that is, the studies, but in tk 
 case of a sister, the shuffle spoiled the deal, and J 
 
THE CONFESSIONS OF A BELL BOY 9 
 
 ke a chump, picked out Vassar College, tlie only 
 ,<ie I could think of at the moment, as a boarding 
 '«hool for sister, and would you believe it, the 
 idy to whom I was telling the tale was one of the 
 Tofessors at the college. Sister at boarding 
 ehool is Mike Joyce ^s stuff from that day to this. 
 
 Well, I should say it is. Interesting? Why, 
 J bell-boy gets more insight into human nature 
 dan does any mortal living. We meet with all 
 
 asses, from the liberal tipper to the man who 
 ashes his light linen in his room. 
 
 We think more of a dime from a tightwad than 
 e do of a dollar from a sport. 
 
 We get a lot of fun from paging those near- 
 uests who leave their 9 x 11 rooms to mingle with^ 
 le money guys in the corridors, grills and cafes. 
 
 ^* Married, but not to each other," is not new, 
 ut we know what it means. 
 
 That cooing-couple thing is a scream for tlie 
 rst few days. 
 
 We can always tell a kike drummer; he wants 
 v^erybody to know he's from New York. 
 
 We find that the man with the Broadway front 
 oes not always have the Wall Street backing. 
 
 I've seen blonde ladies enter hotels that did not 
 )ok that way when I brought up the ice water. 
 
 The average dining-room girl in the *Hwo-ups" 
 as got so lately that she can laugh at the small 
 own comedy stuff the one-trunk drummers hand 
 ut. 
 
le THE CONFESSIONS OF A BELL BOY 
 
 m. ^.= U Tiavs to be pleasant and agreeable. 
 Jtr^gues'tf Lpeet a'dollar's Wh of opti 
 
 "Tl'wis'e grridicnles a tigMwad in a bote^ 
 buftbeligbtwld bas tbe long greens wben the 
 
 "^^EX-^^:?epottotbeboteltosa 
 f areSlome men's means of econommng m ord^ 
 that they can afford a doUar'g worth of talk witi 
 a manicurist. 
 
CHAPTEE n. 
 
 The Hopper and His Views on Hwm€kn Nature; 
 How He Made a Tightwad Loosen Up on His 
 Rubber-Band Bankroll, 
 
 If there is anything one hopper loves to do to 
 another, in a spirit of good nature and fellowship, 
 it is to prove that a tip can be had from a tight- 
 wad with the thank-you habit, when the other hop- 
 pers failed to connect. 
 
 Between seasons, that is, just as the summer 
 houses had closed and the winter ones had not 
 opened, I beat it back to the Denman Thompson, 
 but, having acquired the roving habit, the old 
 homestead stunt did not appeal to me, and once 
 more it was the rails between me and the rooster's 
 Growings. 
 
 On the way from Waterville to New York I met 
 an old pal of mine from Los Angeles on the train. 
 He had hit it good out in God's country, and as 
 he was a thoroughbred New Yorker, he came back 
 East and was running a *Hwo-up" in Troy. 
 
 You Imow the bell hops in those $2.00-a-day 
 houses will never get rich on tips, but they are 
 working and getting experiences, and that is some- 
 
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12 THE CONFESSIONS OF A BELL BOY 
 
 thing. My friend proposed that I get off at Troy; 
 and spend a few days at his house as his guest. 
 Troy for mine on that gnest thing, and my stay 
 there w^-s in the nature of a vacation. 
 
 They had an occasional guest at the Eiveredge, 
 my friend's house, that used to come in from out 
 Eensselaer way. This tightwad was a retired 
 farmer who was never known to tip a bell-boy, 
 dining-room girl or barber, and the help used to 
 hate to see him come into the house. My friend, 
 the proprietor, and I were talking about this old 
 mortgage chaser and we finally made a bet of ten 
 dollars that if I were to hop in the house for the 
 length of the Eube's stay there that I could not 
 work him for a tip. 
 
 Once again a bell-hopper. The day the Eube 
 registered I became subject to * 'front, ice water 
 in thirty-two, call twenty-six and bring down the 
 baggage from eighteen." The other bell-bof^s, a 
 day and a night, were in on the scheme and every 
 time Mr. Eube 's bell rang it was me for the three 
 flights up to thirty-seven back. 
 
 The old fellow was on a flash drunk, that is, 
 sticking to his room after one trip out for his bot- 
 tled booze. Never the bar for him, and as ice 
 water was free to guests, it was a continual run 
 upstairs with it, and, nary a tip. 
 
 After three days it began to look as if I would 
 lose my bet, but I didn't. The old fellow and I 
 became chummy. I told him some stories anci^. 
 
THE CONFESSIONS OP A BELL BOY 15 
 
 ^iescribed some of the places in Troy where he 
 had never been. He took quite a fancy to me and 
 made me his confidant. He said he had always 
 wanted to see city life, as he had read of it, and 
 that if I wonld be his gnide he wonld make me a 
 j^i-esent of fifty cents, and as an evidence of good 
 faith would pay me, then and there, instantaneous 
 and on the moment, by an order on the clerk, one 
 whole twenty-five-cent piece on account. My bet 
 was won. The proprietor, who was the clerk, ac- 
 cepts his order and considered the twenty-five 
 cents as a tip. I kept my part of the agreement 
 with the old fellow and spent an evening with him 
 seeing the sights. Before the old fellow left town 
 he went the limit, cut out the flash act and made 
 friends with the bartender, acquired a taste for 
 |a good time in Troy, and hiked to New York for 
 la better one. Nothing could come too swift for 
 the ** retired farmer'' when he put up at the Cen- 
 1 in New York. 
 
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CHAPTER III. 
 
 Wherein the Bell-Hop Tells That It Pays to Be 
 Civil and Obliging to Ancient Maidens With 
 New Money, 
 
 Get me on tliis and get me right. Some of the 
 hoppers that I have hopped with in the swells and 
 the two-ups make it a practice to avoid, if possi-^ 
 ble, rings from the rooms of the females who al- 
 ways look under the bed for men before retiring* 
 This class of female, as you know, are old maids 
 who, for some reason or other, have been passed 
 up in the marriage lottery thing, and who with 
 their share of the estate, take to traveling to kill 
 time and to forget that there ever was such a 
 human as man. 
 
 I remember one case in particular where a kind- 
 hearted lady came across with the ready to such 
 an extent that I was the glad-rag kid and wore a 
 glistener out of a century note which she gave me 
 for a Christmas tip. 
 
 You know, there are always swell people at the 
 Willard, and a tip of a century note is never 
 missed, comparatively speaking, by i)eople who 
 
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16 THE CONFESSIONS OF A BELL BOY 
 
 put up at the well-known and excellent hotels ; and 
 this lady in question, who gladdened my budding 
 youth with one hundred dollars as a tip, sure had 
 the long green in bundles, and in all sincerity I 
 hope she never has the bad luck to meet up with 
 any of those summer resort porch-walkers — those 
 good-looking guys with the three suits — ^blue 
 serge, white flannel and evening — and whose big 
 hit is the saving from drowning these timid misses 
 who purposely get sand in their stockings to show 
 that they were bathing, because if she ever does, 
 it is good-bye to the bankroll. I put in a season 
 at Brighton Beach, and saw these porch-walkers 
 work, rough in some instances, but always pro- 
 ductive. 
 
 But to get back to my story : 
 ' I didn't do anything out of the ordinary to get 
 the hundred. Just polite and quick in the serv- 
 ices rendered, unless it was that her pets, a dog, 
 a eat and a parrot, seemed to take a fancy to me 
 to such an extent that I as looked upon by the 
 lady as a tutor to her bird, a thing for her cat to 
 rub against, and the only one in the house that 
 petted Fido. 
 
 You should have seen the other hops look in 
 surprise when I showed that crisp new century 
 Christmas morning. Some of them thought it was 
 merely an errand to change it for the lady, but 
 when I took the bunch down to Schoonmaker's on 
 the avenue and blew them to the eats, and onca 
 
THE CONFESSIONS OF A BELL BOY 17 
 
 Tip on the busy water they commencea to realize 
 that I was a hundred in. 
 
 I didn't sailor the money — ^not by a darned sight. 
 Just got busy on the new clothes thing and the re- 
 deeming of a glistener that uncle held and would 
 have run out the second week in January. 
 
 You can't sour me on ancient females. They 
 may be aged and crabbed, but their money is new 
 and always welcome. 
 
 *'That Lonesome Lucy act the stenographers do on 
 their two-weeks' trip to the Lake House runs for 
 Sweeney. Did you ever yet see a woman who could^ 
 |)ad(Ue her own canoe?*' 
 
"Tou CMi»t sent me on ancient females. They may tl9 etiuUcy and 
 <?fa^1»ed, but tlteir monegr is new and welcome." 
 
CHAPTER IV. 
 
 The Bell-Boy Splits Fifty With the Female BooTc 
 Agent Who Wanted to Make a Six Months' 
 Stay in Sioux Falls. 
 
 I know you are going to ha ha with me, and 
 say easy picldng, when I tell you about a coin 
 separation scene wherein I was on the giving end, 
 but as there is one born every minute I think my 
 birth came off in Binghamton. 
 
 It was in a two-up in the Parlor City where this 
 peach of a book agent poured out her life tale to 
 me. She had a rate room on the same floor as 
 mine, and was working the town on a book called, 
 ^^Our Merchant Princes,'' a lot of dope about 
 Binghamton 's leading business men. Her scheme 
 was to get the picture and life story stuff of the 
 town's fall guys. She did not charge them any- 
 thing — ^ot a single penny ^ but each merchant 
 prince was to be assessed his share of the cost o:t 
 the book and the illustrations. Of course, some of 
 the princes had more picture and more reading 
 about them than the others, and of course again 
 paid a larger assessment. But this is not what I 
 started to tell you about. ' 
 
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20 THE CONFESSIONS OF A BELL BOY 
 
 One night when I was off watch the little beauty 
 invited me into her room to help her get her list of 
 princes arranged in form for the printer. I did 
 not put up a kick because of being asked to be a 
 literary guy, as a poor bell-boy must do anything- 
 he is requested to do in those two-ups. 
 
 Say, no wonder these fall guys of merchant 
 princes fell for that book agent's salve. When I 
 looked at her in her room, I though she was about 
 the niftiest little skirt that I had ever seen, and 
 believe me, pal, I've noticed a few. 
 
 And she was a good fellow, too, and seemed to 
 put a 'lot of confidence in me, as she told me that, 
 in a girlish escapade, whatever that meant, she 
 hitched up to a rah-rah in Boston, who never did 
 anything after their marriage but smoke cigs and 
 sing glee songs. Anyway, she was working hard 
 to raise funds, as she put it, to spend six months 
 in Sioux Falls and get a divorce from her walking 
 encyclopaedia of a husband. 
 
 She made an awful hit with me, she did, and 
 when she put her arms around me and cried she 
 certainly made me feel as if I'd just like to land on 
 that college guy's map. 
 
 "Well, anyway, I don't know how she got next 
 to it, but she found out that I had about seventy 
 dollars saved up for my winter trip and Florida 
 snap, and when she asked me to advance — that's 
 the word she used — ^her fifty dollars toward her 
 Sioux Falls trip, I didn't faU— not for the fifty— 
 
WlMa Z looKed ftt lier in tbe room I thonght sbo wad tbe niftiest sUxt 
 Z bad «yc; seeiu 
 
22 THE CONFESSIONS OF A BELL BOY 
 
 but told her I would go half way with her, and the 
 next night I peeled off thirty-five bones out of m^ 
 seventy bank roll and gave it to that book agent 
 toward her Sioux Falls expenses. 
 
 She beat it from Binghamton a short while after 
 
 I with the advance assessments from the merchant 
 
 ^ princes and my thirty-five, and aU I can say is 
 
 that I might have fallen heavy, but I did not feel 
 
 the drop. 
 
 •*0h, yes, I've played the horses from Stecpiecliase 
 to 'Frisco, but the guy that calls roe Pittshurgli VWX 
 fenf got ae wrong." 
 
CHAPTER V. 
 
 The Summer Resort Porch-Walker Gets to ih& 
 Bell-Boy for a Stick-Pin That Mamie, the News- 
 stand Girl, Gave Him. 
 
 I don't blame lialf the world for thinking that 
 the other half is not on the level. Nor am I one 
 those weeping Willies that go around moan- 
 : ** There's not a soul in all this world that 
 res a darn for me." 
 
 I sometimes think it does not pay to be good- 
 tured and do the sad, sad tear act for one in 
 ouble, and as for being kind^ — oh, well, nature's 
 t you bulged and what you do once you do again. 
 But, honest, it was a shabby trick that poreh- 
 alker at Brighton played me. And, mind you, 
 used to keep that guy in makings while he was 
 onting at the beach. And, oh, how he could 
 oke those tuberculosis promoters — cigarettes- 
 om morning till night. 
 
 My old mother used to say, ^ ' Give the devil his 
 e," and I will say this about that guy, that if he 
 d any coin he'd split fifty-fifty with you; that is. 
 
24 THE CONFESSIONS OF A BELL BOY 
 
 if lie ever had any coin. And as for being wh! 
 they call a nice fellow, he certainly was a beaut— 
 built like Jeffries, a josher like Joe Humph 
 and a better looking man than Robert Manceu. 
 On the level, I think he was on the house's pay roll 
 for doing the gallant with the ladies on the porcl 
 
 One night, as I was going off watch, I met thj 
 blue-shirt hero, and, say, this guy would ha^ 
 made a dandy hero in ''The Mills Must Close T| 
 Day, Lads,'' drama, and he was there with 
 .evening raiment, spick and span. He noticed 
 wore a stick-pin, a little lover's knot, half -karat 
 thing, that Mamie, the newsstand girl in the 
 ¥nion, gave me and said : 
 
 ''Say, kiddo, pretty goods, that.'^ 
 
 "Pretty goods, what?" I asked. 
 
 "Why, that little stick-pin you've got there. Let 
 me wear it to-night, won't you, kid!" 
 
 "Let you wear it to-night!" I said. "Where 
 did you ever see any one wear stick-pins in even- 
 ing dress?" 
 
 "Right as a clock, son, right as a clock, but I 
 auto after dinner, kid, and I want to wear it then." 
 
 Did I fall for his wish that he wear my pin? 
 Yes, to be honest, I did, and about ten o'clock 
 that night at Feltman's there was our porch- 
 walker in his natty blue serge suit — the center of 
 a jolly auto party and Mamie's little true lover's 
 knot, half-karat diamond, glistening to beat the 
 band in his white tie. 
 
THE CONFESSIONS OF A BELL BOY 25 
 
 Naw, I never got the pin back. Said he lost it 
 kylarking with the ladies on the auto trip. But, 
 ay, you ought to see that fellow in evening clothes 
 t a beach dance. 
 
 **!nie Waldorf is a great place for tlie Old Fos WSk 
 

 CHAPTER VI. 
 
 Ihe Bell'Eop Declines to Be a Party to a Frame 
 Up That Would Tend to Blacken a Woman\ 
 
 i Name, and Incidentally Tells the Schemer < 
 Thing or Two, 
 
 I may be a foolisli mortal at times; I may b( 
 anxious for money in the way of tips, and I an 
 always willing and anxious for them, and the big 
 ger they come the better I like them. All of which 
 if you have the patience, listens like a little intro 
 duction to the story of a guest in a Paso Roblef 
 Springs hotel. 
 
 You know that Paso Robles Springs is on th( 
 Southern Pacific, and it is the one spot that brings 
 deserved praise to San Luis Opisbo County in 
 California. It is about 200 miles from 'Frisco 
 and, as I was coming back from Los Angeles, 1 
 made a stop there, and caught on for a hopping 
 job. 
 
 Lots of money guys at Paso Robles Springs, 
 with nothing but time and money to bother them. 
 True, there are some people at the Springs ttIio 
 imagine they have all the quakes, shakes and aches 
 and everything from paralysis to paresis, but the 
 Springs is not the only place where those rainy- 
 day folks are. 
 
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28 THE CONFESSIONS OF A BELL BOY 
 
 ^ Out by tlie Mission one day on my morning off, 
 a guest of the house asked me to jump in beside 
 Mm on his drive back to the Springs. When we 
 were driving he said : 
 
 *^Want to make a hundred dollars, son?'' 
 
 ** That's us," I answered. 
 
 '^Easy money, boy," said the guest. **I want 
 you to tell my lawyer that while I was on a busi- 
 ness trip to 'Frisco my wife, in my absence, dined, 
 wined and autoed with strange men. ' ' 
 
 I looked in disgust at the man and said : 
 
 *'A plant, hey?" 
 
 '* You're right, boy, and you are pretty bright at 
 that. By the way, son, make a good story of it ; 
 you know the drives out to San Miguel, Lake San 
 Ysbel and the road of moss-covered oaks, the trip 
 to the Furnace, and so on — just so you get your 
 story perfect — and I will make it two hundred!" 
 the schemer said. 
 
 It is too bad that I am telling this story, be- 
 cause it might sound fishy to you, but it is a fact. 
 
 I jumped but of that rig quick as a flash, pulled 
 the lines out of the cur's hand so he could not 
 drive off, and said : 
 
 *^Come down here, you cur, and I'll beat your 
 head off. You call yourself a man. If ever you 
 start trouble for your wife I'll go to court against 
 you. Come down or drive on — ^you brute." 
 
 Get out and fight? No— not in a thousand years 
 would a dog like that man proved himself to be. I 
 
THE CONFESSIONS OF A, BELL BOY 29 
 
 threw him the lines and called Hm a name that 
 spells corpse in Texas, and he drove on. 
 
 I like tips, and hundred-dollar tips look good 
 to me — but I'll get them for honest service or not 
 at all. 
 
 "The man with the Broadway froat 
 doos not ah^ays have the Wai.) 3tre^ 
 backing. " 
 
 5 
 
CHAPTER Vn. 
 
 3f r. Bell-Eop Trails with Battling Nelson and Gei 
 a Rubber Band Bank Roll from the Baffler' 
 Win Over Joe Gans, 
 
 Caute pretty soft for me in good old California 
 it did, and as I got coin in plenty in the way of tip 
 from the live ones who winter there, I began t 
 feel quite Rockerfellerish. 
 
 I guess I am like everybody else who feels a 
 if a silver dollar was made ronnd to go 'round 
 and, as my bank roll increased, I began to hav 
 that hike feeling which means move the boat. 
 
 I made up my mind to get back East, for tb 
 cat will always return to its first home, and b] 
 slow stages, not the Erie or B. & 0., by the way 
 I got to 'Frisco from Los Angeles. 
 
 About the time I reached 'Frisco that good oic- 
 town was all excitement over the coming fight be 
 tween Battling Nelson and the chocolate soldie 
 Joe Gans. I had seen the Dane in action 
 Terry MoGrovem, who the Battler in his bo 
 truthfully says *'was the greatest of them all in 
 his day," and I knew that if the Dane could kee 
 that little whirlwind, that prince of good fello^ 
 
 30 
 
 wu| 
 horn 
 
THE CONFESSIONS OP A BELL BOY 31 
 
 Terrible Terry, busy, that Gans would be an also- 
 ran. 
 
 "Well, yo-u ought to see the crowd out to that 
 
 . fight on July 4th. Of course, the papers told all 
 
 , about it, some of them going so far as to say that 
 
 the crowd filled all of San Mateo County, but it 
 
 was a crowd, and a fight, at that. 
 
 In the tenth round of the fight it looked like 
 Gans' round, and a bookmaker seated near me 
 started in to yell his head off for Joe. He screamed 
 at the top of his voice, **Ten to one on Gans! 
 Ten to one on Gans ! ' ' 
 
 *'Give me fifty worth of that," I said, and as 
 quick as a flash the bookie said: 
 
 ^'You're on.V 
 
 Everybody knows the result of that fight, and 
 it seems to me that every bell-hop in 'Frisco knew 
 that I had made a winner on the Battler's victory, 
 because they, like all the rest of humanity who 
 are in the Good People's Union, believe in help- 
 ing a friend in need. 
 
 In Chi., on a recent visit, I came across Nel- 
 son's book, *^ Battling Nelson," and when I read 
 the story of the Gans fight I made up my mind 
 that if I ever met the Dane I would tell him about 
 my five hundred win the day he handed the dull, 
 sickening thud thing to the chocolate soldier at 
 Colma. 
 
CHAPTER VIIL 
 
 'And Now It Is That the Bell-Boy Breaks Into 
 Rhyme and Describes in Verse His Views of the 
 Many Cities That He Has Visited. 
 
 Yes, indeed, I have been around a bit and I sup- 
 pose you wonder why I am so well posted as to 
 the leading cities of this country. 
 
 The explanation is easy and the reason is — ac- 
 quired geography. By acquired geography I mean 
 beating it from one State to another and finding 
 it out by actual experience,, that is, learning the 
 capitals of the States, the rivers they are on, etc. 
 
 Mostly all bright school children now the capi- 
 tals of the leading States, but not all of the capi- 
 tals. And, furthermore, there are many bright 
 men who do not now the capital of the State of 
 Kansas. They may now the name of the capital 
 city of Kansas, but if you want to have fun with 
 your friends just ask: 
 
 ^^What is the capital of Kansas?'' 
 
 Lots of your friends will quickly answer: 
 
 **Why, Topeka, of course, on the — on the — oh, 
 let me see — ^what river is Topeka on?'' 
 
 And that is why! say acquired geography. Go 
 
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34 THE CONFESSIONS OF A BELL BOY 
 
 there and see the capital and swim in the river, 
 as I did many and many the time. 
 
 That list of cities in The Man With the Grip is 
 my sentiment of them, and, believe me, I know the 
 *f ollowing rhymes by heart : 
 
 Albany 
 
 Somewhat hilly, somewhat chilly. 
 
 For some folks who went away, 
 Just to see gay life in Paris 
 
 After Hughes had had his say. 
 
 Atlanta 
 
 Growing every day. 
 Southerners are proud of her, 
 Very well they may. 
 
 Baltimore 
 
 By the Chesapeake it does nestle 
 
 'Tis a place of happy homes, 
 [Where they cultivate the oyster 
 
 And delve into musty tomes. 
 
 Boston 
 
 On Browning, beans and brown bread, 
 
 The Common and Faneuil Hall, 
 The boy with the specs and retrospects, 
 
 Fair Boston has the call. 
 She's a hustling winner. 
 
THE CONFESSIONS OF A BELL BOY 35 
 
 Brooklyn" 
 
 It is nice as a home city, 
 
 There's a big bridge to walE 
 LA.nd a nickel will take you 
 
 From it to New York. 
 
 Buffalo 
 
 There with the business, 
 
 There with the cash; 
 Hustle and bustle, 
 
 Eustle and dash. 
 
 Butte 
 
 Going some, growing some, 
 
 Helena the same; 
 But Butte 's got her guessing* 
 
 On the growing game. 
 
 Chicago! 
 
 Always something doing. 
 
 Always something done, 
 Ever on the hustle, 
 
 And it's rim, run, run. 
 
 Cincinnati 
 
 Business in daytime, 
 
 Pleasure at night, 
 !S good time at all times, 
 
 If one is in right. 
 
^36 THE CONFESSIONS OF A BELL BOX 
 Cleveland 
 
 On the lake, on the make, 
 
 In the push and bustle; 
 Bankers not the wisest there, 
 
 Woman made them hnstle. 
 
 Denver 
 
 There's a city one should see. 
 
 Western in its make; 
 If jouWe never made the place, 
 
 Bo for knowledge sake. 
 
 Detboit 
 
 Clean as a whistle, 
 
 Straight as a string, 
 Looking for a model? 
 
 Detroit's just the thing. 
 
 Hahtford 
 
 Though biggest it is 
 
 In the old State of Conn., 
 New Haven is hustling 
 
 The capital on. 
 
 Indianapolis 
 
 'A welcome hand, a welcome smile, 
 
 A greeting good and strong ; 
 If you're in right in this great town 
 
 You never can go wrong. 
 
THE CONFESSIONS OF A BELL BOY 37 
 
 Jeksey City 
 
 It's opposite Gotham, 
 In winter 'tis fine, 
 In summer, mosquitoes; 
 No, thanks, none for mine. 
 
 Kansas City 
 
 On a bluff at present. 
 
 But it won't be so always; 
 **K C." will be on the level 
 
 Some of these days. 
 
 Louisville 
 
 Famed the world over, 
 In line with its State ; 
 Like good Old Kentucky, 
 The dty is great. 
 
 Milwaukee 
 
 Good beer, good cheer, 
 
 A sail on the lake, 
 'A visit to breweries, 
 
 And all you can take. 
 
 MONTBEAU 
 
 Up to date in customs. 
 
 Though ancient in its ways; 
 A city of churches, 
 
 iWhich o'er Brooklyn lays. 
 
38 THE CONFESSIONS OF A BELL BOX 
 
 Newark 
 
 A hustling, bustling, lively place, 
 One that is growing each day, 
 In the race Jersey City is not also ran, 
 1*1 For Newark is running away. 
 
 New Orleans 
 
 Great, greater, greatest. 
 
 Then great and some more ; 
 [A. trip in the winter 
 
 When Eastern racing is o*er. 
 
 New York 
 
 The gateway, the greatway. 
 The White Way has the call, 
 
 From the Battery to Harlem, 
 They^re ^* showing'' them all. 
 
 Omaha 
 
 Nebraska's pet, 
 
 And don't forget. 
 That she'll be heard from 
 
 Plenty yet. 
 
 PHILADELPHIi! 
 
 They say it is staid 
 
 And quiet in its ways ; 
 It may be for people 
 
 We speak of as '* jays,'* 
 
THE CONFESSIONS OF A BELL BOY 39 
 
 Pittsburg 
 
 'A city of great promise, 
 
 I should like to live there, 
 [And then come back to New York, 
 
 A steel millionaire. 
 
 Portland 
 
 Wliich one shall I speak of? 
 
 Be it Oregon or Maine? 
 They^re both of them winners, 
 
 And each shows a gain. 
 
 PROVIDBNCE 
 
 The pet of Rhode Island, 
 ; The capital, too; 
 |f ^^Rhody" lost Providence 
 fi Pray, what would it do? 
 
 I Rochester 
 
 Eoehester is building up. 
 
 That is what I say. 
 But you ought to hear what Buffalo would, 
 
 If she had her way. 
 
 San Francisco 
 
 There's a charm in the name, 
 
 'Tis a dream of a place; 
 What you can^t get in 'Frisco, 
 
 Count out of the race. 
 
40 THE CONFESSIONS OF A BEIiI* BOIC 
 
 Seattle 
 
 For the man from Alaska, 
 
 Seattle is fine; 
 Bring a pile from the Klondike, 
 
 And then down the line. 
 
 Spkingfield 
 
 Is it Mass, or is it Dl? 
 
 That's for you to say; 
 When I tell you they are twins, 
 
 Growing every day. 
 
 St. Lotjis 
 
 Survived the shock 
 
 Of a great World's Fair; 
 There is plenty of business 
 
 And good folk there. 
 
 St. Paul, and Minneapolis 
 
 Aren't those twins a-gettin' big? 
 
 My, but they're a-growing; 
 Can't tell which is t'other now, 
 
 Both make a good showing. 
 
 Tacoma 
 
 Jealous of Seattle, 
 
 Because of Mount Eainier; 
 Call it Mount Tacoma 
 
 And then all things will clear. 
 
THE CONFESSIONS OF A BELL BOZ 41 
 
 Washington 
 Our city we call it, 
 
 For each has a share 
 In the pride of our Union 
 
 And our President there. 
 
 ««I*Vd seen blonde ladies enter the hotel that did nof^ 
 ik that way when I brought up the ice water.' ' 
 
CHAPTER IX. 
 
 Once Agam a .Friendly Flossie Fleeces a Fe 
 Legal Tenders From the Bank Roll of Mr, Bel 
 hop. 
 
 We had a stenographer at the St. Charles i 
 New Orleans that had hit the Crescent City i 
 betting commissioner for an old gent who su 
 f ered from gout and an over-abundance of mone; 
 This was in the days of full-swing racing, whe 
 that good old town was full of spenders and liben 
 livers. 
 
 As a betting commissioner and a picker of wii 
 ners, my friend the stenographer was a rank f res 
 and, to make a long story short, lost out with hi 
 angel. 
 
 Like all those people who trail the runners, tl 
 stenographer would occasionally get a certain! 
 on a race, and, as we were chummy, she let w 
 in on a winner that netted two hundred on my b( 
 of twenty. All this to explain why this friendl 
 Flossie of a typewriter knew that I should ha 
 at least a few dollars put by for my summer hi 
 northward. 
 
 Out of a job, as betting commissioner and picl 
 er. Miss Steno took up the profession of stei 
 
 42 
 
 1 
 
THE CONFESSIONS OF A BELL BOY 43 
 
 bgrapher and typewriter with an office on Canal 
 Street, and, as a side line, made an occa^onal bet 
 on the ponies. 
 
 One day, at the St. Charles, Brock Murphy told 
 me that my lady friend had phoned for me to call 
 on her at her office, on an important matter. 
 
 When I got to the office of my fair friend she 
 handed me a talk of a dead sure winner out at 
 City Park that could not (the old gag) lose un- 
 less he was shot dead on the homestretch. 
 
 **You know, Kiddo," she said, as she laid her 
 hand softly on my head and stroked it, '*I gave 
 you a ten-to-one that landed, didn't I? Well, this 
 one is better. That ten-to-one win was a nose fin- 
 ish, but this one will be a length at least. Be game. 
 Kid. Hand me a hundred and meet me at the 
 track this afternoon. I'll show you the horse, and 
 if you don't like his looks when on parade just 
 take your hundred back. Come on, Kiddo, put up 
 a hundred and split a thou each. This speeder 
 will go to the post twenty at least." 
 
 ''GrONE TO Lunch. Back in Ten Minutes."* 
 
 Oh, how I wish that little note was on that sten- 
 ographer's door when I called, for I might have 
 been a hundred to the good if she had not been in. 
 
 Sure, I gave up the hundred with visions of a 
 thousand in return, and arranged to meet the 
 friendly Flossie at the track. 
 
 Meet her? No! When I got out there I met 
 Brock Murphy, and asked him if he had seen the 
 
44 THE CONFESSIONS OF A BELL BOIl | 
 
 stenographer at the track. Brock laughed an3! 
 said : 
 
 **No, but I saw her down at the L. Si N. depot 
 getting aboard the sleeper. Looked to me like a 
 getaway. Kid, a real genuine getaway. What do 
 you like in the third?" 
 
 ••I alw&ys fight shy cff those SeTen Pers \rliere XbB 
 Tottie Coughdrcps house. The Merry Mezxy, as a rule. 
 
 is strong on 'Thank you, hoy,* 
 itoes fio^ UsXen like a Up*'> 
 
 a polite phiase thai 
 
CHAPTEE X. 
 
 At Last It Is the Bell-Boy's Turn to Get Some 
 Easy Money from a Bogus Mine Promoter, 
 
 Can it be that I am so soft-looking that every- 
 body who wants a little easy coin picks me for 
 the mark? 
 
 You know that I was the fall gny twice, but in 
 both instances it was a case of that which gets 
 wiser and grayer heads than mine, woman. 
 
 This attempted robbery, for such it would have 
 been had I fallen, came off in Texas — Houston, to 
 be correct. 
 
 Yes, I presume you have been there and you 
 know what a lot of promoters there are there since 
 the oil days in Beaumont. 
 
 This salve-thrower whom I fleeced for fifty, and 
 fleeced is the word, started in on a new line of 
 honey words. He said: **My boy," said he, 
 **what do you intend to do for your future wel- 
 fare ? ' ' 
 
 "My future welfare," said I. ''Well, I'll teU 
 you, mister. I'm going to take what money the 
 
46 THE CONFESSIONS OF A BELL BOY 
 
 skirts with winning ways and the bunk agents with 
 get-rich-quick schemes leave me and start a ho- 
 siery mill, because, mister, I've noticed in my 
 rambles around and keen observations that there's 
 an awful lot of money in stockings nowadays." 
 
 Kidding him, yes — that is, I thought I was kid- 
 ding the con man, but my talk never feazed him. 
 He came back strong, that guy did. 
 
 ** Just the age for levity, my boy, just the age. 
 iYou'll have sense some day, my boy, sense some 
 day," and while he was saying this the man 
 stepped over to his grip and pulled out a photo 
 of a mine scene. 
 
 ''See that mine, boy?" 
 
 '*Yes," I answered, as I looked at the pkoto. 
 
 ''Well, my son, I own that mine in Mexico and 
 I can afford to sell shares, being the owner, you 
 see, at 50 cents per share, and as you are a bright 
 looking lad, and I having as bright and brainy a 
 son as you are with a good future before you, I 
 have taken a fatherly interest in you and want to 
 help you " 
 
 "At so much per help," I interrupted, and again 
 never a feaze for that petty larceny mine pro- 
 moter. 
 
 ''Yes, my lad, at so much per help, but so much 
 per help less than a non-owner of the mine could 
 quote you. In other words, I again repeat I own i 
 these mines in Mexico and I want to help you, my 
 iboy, by quoting you shares at 50c that is listed on 
 
• THE CONFESSIONS OF A BELL BOY 47 
 
 the market at $10 per share, but you must take 
 one hundred shares at least, cash down/' 
 
 Don *t ask me to tell you how I felt at this cheap 
 con's spiel. It recalled the book agent beauty in 
 Binghamton and the stenographer in New Or- 
 leans. True, I was easy with them, but they were 
 what we all love — women — ^lovely women ; but this 
 guy — this weak imitation of the Wall Street brand 
 of bunk— and trying to get a bell-hop for fifty. 
 
 *^I'll think it over, mister," I said, *^and let you 
 know to-morrow. ' ' 
 
 When I got downstairs I told the whole story 
 of the Mexican mine owner to Mike Costello, the 
 bartender. 
 
 *^Say, kid," said Mike, '^why don't you frisk 
 him for fifty?" 
 
 *'How frisk him!" I asked, in unassumed inno- 
 cence. 
 
 *^Why, the old Beau Hickman trick, Johnny. 
 Don't you know it!" 
 
 **No, I do not," I answered. 
 ''And you from New York, at that," said the 
 bartender, smiling. ''Beau Hickman used to work 
 it on the wise men of Washington." 
 
 The bartender explained the Hickman trick to 
 me and I simply said : 
 "Nothing doing, Mike." 
 
 "Not angry, are you kid! That guy tried to . 
 get your fifty, didn't he! Well, why don't you try 
 to get his fifty. The Hickman trick is not robbery, 
 
48 THE CONFESSIONS OF A BELL BOY 
 
 nor is it considered illegal from an ethical point. 
 He'd take your fifty, wouldn't he, and give you a 
 lot of worthless paper — ^you take his fifty and give 
 him a jolt that he will long remember. If your 
 conscience pricks you about the fifty dollars, get 
 .rid of the fifty — put it on a horse or take a flyer 
 'in poker up at the rooms to-night. Think it over. ' ' 
 
 *^I will, Mike, I will," I said in reply, and then 
 bid the bartender good-night. 
 
 ** Good-night, kid," said Costella, '^but remem^ 
 ber, Johnny, that guy tried to do you.'* 
 
CHAPTEE XI. 
 
 ^fter Due Deliberation Our Hero Does the Frisky 
 Thing a la Bean Hickman, hut, As Usual, Can- 
 I not Hold His Roll of Bills, 
 
 The bed tMng appealed to me just about the 
 time I left the cafe and it was not ten minutes 
 after my talk with Cos before I had turned in 
 for the night. 
 
 I could not get that cheap mining promoter out 
 of my mind, and the last words of Cos as 1 bid 
 him good-night, ** Remember, Johnny, that guy^ 
 tried to do you, ' ' seemed to be ringing in my ears. 
 
 The more I thought of the matter, the more I 
 felt sore at the cheap swindler, and the longer I 
 stayed awake the longer the words, ** Remember, 
 Johnny, that guy tried to do you," rang in my 
 ears. 
 
 tip bright and early the next morning, still sore 
 at the mining swindler, and for the first time in 
 my life determined to get some money that I had 
 not honestly earned. 
 
 Dick Ellis, the day clerk, told me that the sharp 
 had phoned down to have me call at Jiis room 
 
50 THE CONFESSIONS OF A BELL BOY 
 
 when I came on watch. I started for the mining 
 man's room determined that if he tried to sell 
 me those shares I would try to frisk him out of 
 .fifty dollars on the Beau Hickman plan. 
 
 There he was, still determined, and I started in : 
 
 *^I haven't got fifty dollars, mister, jff I had I 
 could pay back fifty I borrowed and get ^ hundred 
 or two hundred dollars from a friend of mine here 
 in town. ' ' 
 
 *^That so!" said Mr. Bunk, taking the bait and 
 taking it quick at that. i 
 
 **Are you sure, kid, that if you could pay back 
 the fifty you could borrow a hundred or two hun- 
 dred dollars?" 
 
 ^^Yes, mister," I answered. 
 
 *^When could you get the money, boy?" the 
 sharper asked, warming up to the subject. 
 
 ^ ' Oh, in about an hour, ' ' I answered in that man- 
 lier made famous by Honey Boy Geo. EvanSf 
 ivhose pet word is nonchalant. 
 
 *^I'll let you have fifty dollars on one condition, 
 )oy," the bunk man said, *'and that condition is 
 hat you buy one hundred dollars' worth of stock 
 \^ith the hundred you borrow from your friend. ' ' 
 
 Catch that, do you? Gives me fifty to get a 
 lundred from me and on his own investment nets 
 ifty. He certainly was the cheapest con man I've 
 ver seen. 
 
 Yes, you are right. I got his fifty, but he never 
 ot a hundred back from me. They pinched the 
 
m THE CONFESSIONS OF A BELL BOY 
 
 I 
 
 swindler on a warrant from Galveston, and, hon- 
 estly, the day I went to the jail to see him he 
 cried like a child when I gave him his fifty dol- 
 lars b)^ck and told me that when he got out of his 
 scrape he was going to turn square guy. I felt 
 like telling him he was never built to be a square 
 guy, but I didn't, and, honestly, I kind of got to 
 like the poor fellow from calling on him with 
 cigars and little things the bunch at the hotel used 
 to send him. 
 
CHAPTER Xn. 
 
 mt ^Lasi We Find That the Hustling Ice Water 
 Bearer Is Only Human After All — It Is a Heart 
 Affair, in Which Mamie, the Newsstand Girl, 
 Plays an Important Part. 
 
 Surest thing you now. Sweetheart, yes. And 
 one of the nicest little queens you ever met. 
 
 I was doing the hop act in K. C, in a hotel well 
 known as the hest commercial travelers^ hotel in 
 Kansas City. ' 
 
 A little peach of a she had charge of the news- 
 stand at the house, and I, like many more of the 
 hops of the place, used to roll the bones with her 
 for cigars. 
 
 We often went out together, did Mamie and I, 
 and from what Laura Jane Beefextract would call 
 in her novel, an innocent flirtation, it became a 
 case of steady, with Sunday, Wednesday and Fri- 
 day red-lettered in my date book. 
 
 Mamie and I meant business, we did, and per- 
 haps all would have been well and happy for us, 
 had she not, in her Kansas City girlish foolish- 
 ness, accepted a ring from a kike jewelry drum- 
 mer. Oh, it was a good ring all right, and one of 
 
 53 
 
54 THE CONFESSIONS OF A BELL BOY 
 
 the kind that spelled engagement for any one Knfi 
 Mamie. 
 
 That lovers' quarrel thing came off, and I — » 
 well, I just did the day-day sign to the boys and 
 Wabashed to St. Louis. 
 
 I am making this confession, and I will make it 
 right. I could not get Mamie the newsstand girl 
 out of my mind. Did not look for a job in St. 
 Louis. Just took the wrong route — the booze lane, 
 and hit the pipe to forget all about that love af- 
 fair of mine in Kansas City. 
 
 But, never again, that pipe thing for me. I may 
 souse up once or twice a year and always do take 
 a glass or two of beer, but the dope, by the pipe- 
 line, as my friend Tom Powers, the Joy and Gloom 
 artist, says: ^^ Never again!" 
 
 Still, I have to smile when I think of smoking 
 dope. Oh, no, St. Louis was not my first butt 
 against it. Out in Seattle, on my first trip there, 
 we did the Chink section, and I blew a whiff or 
 two one night — a night I will never forget. 
 
 After hitting the pipe in that joint in Seattle I 
 imagined I was as rich as James Thornton, as gen- 
 erous as Tom Sharkey, as fat as George M. Cohan, 
 and as handsome as Charley Bigelow. Isn't dope 
 the peculiar thing? And yet some folks like it. 
 
 That's me. Go rambling off in another direc- 
 tion on the story instead of sticking to the sub- 
 ject of my love affair with that little darling of ^ 
 newsstand girl I had in Kansas City. i 
 
CHAPTER XIII. 
 
 iamie, the Newsstand Girl, Gets Back Her Bonny 
 Boy, Through Tessie the Stenographer, Who 
 Meets the Hopper in St. Louis, 
 
 I certainly was the ill person in St. Louis, 
 [irongh the heart affair and the worry and my 
 Dolish indulgence in the booze and dope things, 
 nd when I woke up one morning in the room of 
 
 "^^'^ll-hop friend at the Jefferson without a penny 
 in my pocket I simply said, *M^m through.'' 
 
 Nig Davis fixed me up for a half century and 
 elped me to get in shape again. In fact, he made 
 le stay in his room for two days until I was all 
 ght for the street. 
 
 I bid Nig good-bye on a Monday and started for 
 lie Union Station determined to take the flyer 
 >r Chi. It seemed to me that even St. Louis was 
 |o near K. C. for me. 
 
 But the best laid plans of older heads than mine 
 
 iscarry, and instead of a trip to Chi. I Wabashed 
 
 ck to Kansas City and to — and to — oh, well, to 
 
 amie, the newsstand girl. 
 
 Tessie, the stenographer at the house in K. C. 
 Mamie were pals, as were Tessie 's sweetheart, 
 
 55 
 
56 THE CONFESSIONS OF A BELL BOY 
 
 'Joe Daley, the key clerk, and I, and to make a lon| 
 story short, Daley and Tessie cooked up a schema 
 whereby they landed me in St. Louis. In fad 
 through my letters to Daley, Mamie knew I wa 
 over in the Mound City, as some guys call Si 
 Looie. 
 
 Just as I was going over to the ticket window 
 to say **One first-class to Chicago," somebody pu 
 their hand on my shoulder and said : 
 
 **I want you, kid!'' 
 
 "When I turned around there stood Tessie, th( 
 house stenographer. She was on a vacation trip t( 
 her home in East St. Louis, and told Mamie be 
 fore leaving K. C. that she would look me up anc 
 make me return to the best little girl in the world 
 
 Well, I had to do the gallant for Tessie on tk 
 eats thing, and as we sat together in the Jefferson 
 dining hall, I guess we were as happy a young 
 pair as could be, because Tessie had my promise 
 that I would go back to K. C. that night and I. 
 because I knew I would go back. 
 
 No, I won't detain you by telling of my meeting 
 with Mamie on my return to Kansas City, but^ 
 will say that I told her if she ever took any moj 
 jewelry from kike salesmen she and I would 
 two, while just then the chances were that she 
 I would soon be one. 
 
CHAPTER XIV, 
 
 The Foolish Boy, Our B ell-Hop Hero, ^ccumi^ 
 lates a Bank Roll and Again — Well, the Same 
 - Old Story, 
 
 Out Bntte way if a kid's on the level he can raise 
 the coin. That's the burg where the tips look like 
 tips that are tips. 
 
 A mine owner, the real kind and not the Mexi- 
 can bunk brand, was doing his best to get off of 
 a two weeks' souse. He was under cover and I 
 had the job of assisting the good person to get 
 on his feet. 
 
 In Butte, just the same as any other town nowa- 
 days, they have no use for a liquor lapper — ^not 
 even if he is a rich man, and this gentleman who 
 was getting off his spree knew that. He had ar- 
 ranged with the house manager for my services, 
 and I had to stay in the suite at night as company 
 — that is, this man was afraid to be alone. 
 
 I never had and hope I never do have the frisk- 
 ing elephant and wriggling snake visions that this 
 good soul had while he was in his room, and some- 
 times it was pretty hard on the doctor, nurse and 
 me to help him. 
 
 When my patient got around all right he showed 
 
 67 
 
58 THE CONFESSIONS OF A BELL BOY 
 
 much appreciation of the services rendered — paid 
 the doctor a fat fee, gave the nurse a good penny, 
 and then sent for me. 
 
 ** My mother and little sister and even onr old TsLtibw 
 cat and her litter of kittens know that their Wander-' 
 ing Boy never forgets them, hut sends a weekly letter 
 With his tinaed lots of love and kisses;'* 
 
\1 THE CONFESSIONS OF A BELL BOY 59 
 
 * * Boy, ' ' said he, ' ^ do you ever think of the folks 
 Ijfoack East!'' 
 
 **Yes, sir," I replied. ''My mother and little 
 sister and even our old tabby eat and her litter 
 of kittens knows that their wandering boy never 
 forgets them, but sends a weekly letter with his 
 tips and lots of love and kisses." 
 
 '*My boy," said the mine owner, ''you go back 
 {East to your mother and sister, the cat and the 
 j kittens. Gret yourself some new clothes ; I will pro- 
 Lvide for your transportation and Pullman arrange- 
 ments. When you start on your trip the manager 
 jwill hand you an envelope containing your pay for 
 good services rendered to me. He will pay the bill 
 ifor your clothing outfit and as a remembrance of 
 jme take this hundred dollars to your little sister 
 ;and fifty more for milk for the cat and her 
 Ikittens." 
 
 ' What a waste of money, I thought. Fifty dol- 
 lars for milk for the cat and her kittens. How- 
 ever, I did as the gentleman requested, but took 
 ;no chances on holding the one fifty. Uncle Sam's 
 money order for that sum, payable to mother, and 
 sent in my weekly letter as the wandering boy's 
 tip. 
 
 '■ Counting the clothes, ducket to New York and 
 the money in the envelope which the manager had 
 for me (not mentioning the hundred and fifty sent . 
 home, my services to the Butte mining king — and 
 piking he was — ^meant five centuries for me. 
 
60 THE CONFESSIONS OP '£1 BELL BOY \t 
 
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Beyond 
 THE Law 
 
 B7 
 
 EMMETT DALTON 
 
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 The "Daltoti Gang" were a band of desperadoes who for 
 ars terrorized the Western States of America, Gommitting 
 lin robberies and holding-up banks until its members, save the 
 ithor, were killed while attempting to rob a bank at Coffeyville. 
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 others and he committed were wrong and that the sentence 
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 I to take up arms against law and order they would not ^udge 
 harshly hum or those who have paid the penalty of their mis- 
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 iny writers have woven so much falsehood into their accounts. 
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 :ount of the exj^loits of this once notorious band. It is some- 
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 ve honorably filled the role of Deputy- Marshals, when they 
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 DETECTIVE STORIES 
 
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 THK MAN FROM THB WEST_ 
 
 ..A Wali, Street Man 
 
 MACON MOORB, The Southern Detective Judson R. Ti^LOR 
 
 .D. B. Shaw 
 
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 ARSENE LUPIN, Gentleman Burglar Maurice LEBi^ANa 
 
 ARSENE LUPIN ve^^sus HERLOCK SHOLMES M. Lebi^anC 
 
 THE CHINATOWN TRUNK MYSTERY OuvE Harper 
 
 SHERLOCK HOLMES DETECTIVE STORIES A. C. Doyi,© 
 
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 In this tremendously interest- 
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 Cowboy King, Chas. A. Siringo, 
 
 I talk the story of his dare-devil 
 
 li£^ in the palmy days of the Wild South West- 
 
 THE BLOOD RUNS RIOT 
 
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 — A Golden Heart — A Woman's 
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 "A Woman's Soui,''' EvC. 
 
 
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 entitled 
 
 WHICH LOVED HIM BEST? 
 
 and 
 
 BETWEEN TWO LOVES 
 
 In the same series are issued 
 
 86 A WOMAN'S TEMPTATION 
 
 87 BEYOND PARDON 
 
 89 REPENTED AT LEISURE 
 
 90 A GOLDEN HEART 
 
 91 A MAD LOVE 
 
 92 DORA THORNE 
 
 too THE DUKE'S SECRET 
 
 101 THORNS AND ORANGE BLOSSOMS 
 
 102 A BROKEN WEDDING RING 
 106 THROWN ON THE WORLD 
 110 WIFE IN NAME ONLY 
 
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OLD-TIME SONGS. 
 
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 '-""m^ Willie, We Have Missed YoUe 
 
 Wait for the Wagon. 
 
 Oh Dear! What Can the Mati* 
 tcr be 
 
 Oh Why do you Tease Me. 
 
 Oh, Would I Were a Bird. 
 
 Oh, Would I Were a Boy Again, i 
 
 Over the Garden WalL 
 
 Pilgrim Fathers, The. 
 
 Pat Malloy. 
 
 Pauper's Drive, The. 
 
 Paddle Your Own OanoQ. 
 
 Kobin Adair. 
 
 Bobinson Crusoe. 
 
 Eose of Allan dale. 
 
 Star Spangled Banner, The. 
 
 Saint Patrick Was a Gentle* 
 man. 
 
 See Saw, Margery Daw. 
 
 Sing a Song of Sixpence. 
 
 See, the Conquering Hero 
 Comes. 
 
 Stop Dat Knockin*. 
 
 Sally in Our Alley. 
 
 Scots, What Ha'e Wi' Wallac* 
 Bled. 
 
 Sword of Bunker Hill, The. 
 
 Spider and the Fly, The. 
 
 Shells of Ocean. 
 
 Steal Away. 
 
 Take Back the Heart. 
 
 Three Fishers Went Sailing. 
 
 Ten Little Niggers. 
 
 'Tis the Last Rose of Summer* 
 
 Ta-Ra-Ra- Boom-De-Ay. 
 
 Thou Art Gone From My Gazo, 
 
 There is a Green Hill far Away, 
 
 ^D-cii't You Go, Tommy. 
 
 Mee es a Bird. 
 
 in tiie Gloaming. 
 
 I'Tohn Anderson, My Joe. 
 
 Katie*s Letter. 
 
 Little Annie Rooney. 
 
 Larboard Watch. 
 
 Life on the Ocean Wave, A. 
 
 Low Backed Car, The. 
 
 Mollie, Put the Kettle On. 
 
 Meet Me by Moonlight. 
 
 l^ancy Lee. 
 
 O, Bovs Carry Me 'Long. 
 
 Oh! Susannah. 
 
 Our Flag is There. 
 
 O Had I Wings Like a Dove. 
 
 •pid Oaken Bucket, The. 
 
 O Come, Come Away. 
 
 Bocked in tlie Craclle of the 
 
 Deep. 
 Hock Me to Sieep^ Mother. 
 ' ^ parklin g and Bright. 
 
 here wms an Old Woman. 
 'i'is the Last Rose of Summer.There was a Jolly Miller. 
 
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 Here are a few of the subjects treated in the volume : ; 
 
 i^dy Beawty, A Word of Warning:, 
 
 rheGirS Who Wins, 5osne Unfailing Methods> 
 
 The Qiii Wlio'Fails, Girls Whom Men Like, 
 
 The Wife Who is Loved, Secret of the Widow's Powd 
 
 Numerous other matters in addition to the abore are treateu. 
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 'Doa't Marry for BeantyAlonQ. Don't Break . a Marriagt 
 iion't Marry for Money. Promise. 
 
 lon't MarryaYerySmailMan. I^o^'t Many For Spite. 
 
 VoTxt Marry too Young. 3)oii't Mitten a Mechardc. 
 
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 i)on*t Elope to Marry. Don't Marry a Crank. 
 
 ?jml^h^nallY f Thmit Prf^^ ^tafn^. Don*t Marry Eine Feathers, 
 
 Son t Marrya Drunk^d. 2>on't Marry Without Love, 
 
 2}oii't Marry a Spendthrift. Don't Marry a Stingy Man. 
 
 ron't Marry a Miser. Don't Marry too Hastily. 
 
 Don't Marry Far Apart in Don't be too Slow About Xt» 
 
 Ages. Don't Marry a Silly GirL 
 
 f;oii't Marry too Old. Don't Expect too Much l» 
 Bon't Marry Odd Sizes. Marriage. 
 
 Don't Marry a Clown. Don't ]^arry a Fop. 
 
 Bon't Marry a Dude. Don't Marry in Fun. 
 
 ^jon't Marry From Pity, Don't Spurn a Man £or H!a 
 Don't Marr^^ for aa Ideal Poverty« 
 
 Marriage. Don't Marry Kecklessly. 
 
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 Two Hundred After - Dinner 
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 Art of Ventriloquism. 
 
 Howard Thurston's Card 
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 Hand- Shadows on the Wall.^ 
 
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 Temptations of the Stage. 
 
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 Newspaper Man. 
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 Likes to Wear Tights, u^ 
 Jessie Rarileit Davis, 
 i'' Jolly Jennie Joyce. 
 
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