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HAPPY DAYS.
HAPPY DAYS.
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[This story commenced in No. 266]
Lost Among
Phil Brown’s Vacation Up North.
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By
Author of “Going Out wee " “TheAberdeen Athletes,” pov itiing to Work,” “A King at
“Minding His Business,” etc.,
* CHAPTER VII.
RUN DOWN BY AN ICEBERG.
It was eleven o’clock that night before
Phil Brown directed the~trader to drop
anchor and stow his sail in the lee of an
island which protected the boat and her
ocenpants from the icy
and Paul had “Laken ‘turns on deck
watehing the fellow, while Ray and Floyd
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slept soundly on the cabin floor.
, .
TWO NEW , STORIES
mr NEXT WEEK =
A Boy Who Would;
FROM NEWSBOY TO MERCHANT.
By N. S. WooD
(The Young American Actor).
.
Tony the. Torment at Home:
“WAKING THEM UP_ AGAIN.
By TOM TEASER.
IT’S A GREAT SUCCESS!
“Three Chums”
No. 2 is Out To-day:
THREE CHUMS’ RETURN :
Back at. "School.
By HARRY MOORE.
DO YOU EVER LAUGH?
> You.certainly must if you read
“ SNAPS”
No. 6 is Out To-day :
CHEEKY JIM,
THE BOY FROM CHICAGO
By Sam Smiley.
EVERYBODY READS IT!
“WORK AND WIN.”
No. 50 is Out To-day:
Fred Fearnot’s Great Mystery ;
How Terry Proved His Courage.
‘SPLENDID DETECTIVE STORIES
“SECRET SERVICE.”
No. 43 is Out To-day :
The Bradys’ Hot Chase
oR,
AFTER THE HORSE STEALERS,
By A NEw YORK DKTKCTIVE,
After the boat was properly fixed the
trader went sullenly into the cabin and
threw himself down in a corner by the
chew nails,”
“Looks- ugly enough to
“Wouldn't he just
a!”
whispered Paul to Phil.
like to chuck us overboar
“You ae he would. Well, he can’t spell
‘able.’ running both h a
his craft and we are going to keep on doing
so for some time, I reckon, Glad we found
such a nice, quiet place to anchor in for the
night. It’s not so dreadfully cold here and
the moon is beautiful.”
“Yes, the scenery is all right, ” said Paul,
glancing over the water. “It's a mighty
pretty spot, but it’s awfully lonely.”
“Well, you didn’t expect it to look like
New York Harbor, did you? Remember
we have come a Jong ways, and. we are in
a strange country. For my part, I think
the little islands, with the moon shining
on them, are just too pretty for anything.
They remind me of a lot of big, black,
snapping turtles ing aety on the sur-
face of a very large
“What a comnatioont laughed Paul.
“Well, I only hope that they won’t take a
notion to snap us up, but I wouldn’t be
surprised at anything that happened. I
suppose I may as well turn-in for awhile
now. It may not be cold, but it's mighty
chilly.”
“Oh, it's no summer's night, I’ll admit.”
said Phil. “Perhaps we’ll be lucky enough
to strike a warmer climate to-morrow.”
The boys stepped into the cabin and
looked around. It was a dingy place, lit
by a single, smoky lantern. There was not
yom for them ne lie ont straight on the
floor, so Ray and Floyd were both sitting
dott uprtent, with their backs against éach
‘d sleep standing on their heads, it
believe.” said Phil, glancing th
“Here, weak you sit here by the stove, tts
arme:
T WAS HAPPENING.
the Techergs ;
LITTLE,
“Sit there yourself. I’m all right,” said
Paul, squatting down in a corner close be-
side the trader,
“See here, you boys,” said the trader, sud-
denly, “don’t you think it’s about time we
came to some understanding?’ Here you
be, a lot of kids, you might say, yet you've
had the gall to take possession of my boat
and boss me around at the pint of a re-
What have I done to you that you
d treat me so mean? ’Twan’t nothin’
THE AIR SEEMED TO BE FILLED,
the li
“Noe it wasn’ rt anything out of our pock-
ets, except that we had to pay for burying
that poor woman that your whisky killed,”
said Phil, sneeringly. “You seem to think
that we are as brutal as you are and that
we are going on our way just as if nothing
had happened. Why, you miserable son of
a gun, don’t you know that a murder has
been, commitied right here on your boat
and that we, as witnes: sses of the crime, are
bound to report it?’
“T can’t see how it concerns you at all, ”
said the man, gruffly. “She wasn’t nothing
to you and neither was Dan Peters.”
“So Dan Peters is his name,
Thank you, I'm glad you told us. Jus
make a note of that name, will you, Paul?!
said Phil. “We will need it in jour report
to the authorities at Touling:
is ite
asked the man in
a somewhat Tiehtesea te ‘tone.
“If there is a good house or a prison or
a criminal court any nearer, then we'll not
trouble you to go to Toulingate,” said Phil,
very coolly,
“But it would be dangerous to go back.
I came near being wrecked when I came
up,” said the man, almost erying. “Be-
sides, Tn T ra too poor a man to lose a season’s
usi
“How ‘much would your trip have been
worth to you if you had not met us?” asked
Phil, a little interestedly.
“Almost undred dcilars, said the
man, glancing sharply at Phil. “If I don't
go on there'll be some other boat up there
ahead of me sure, and the people will spend
all their money with the pest trader ”
“Are they all so crazy for rum?” asked
Paul, “and are the floating *raloons the
only rum, shops in this section?”
“*pain't all rum that they want,” sald
the trader, glumly. “They buy socks an@
mittens and flannel things; mufflers and
outen your, pocket that I sold them fellows -
quo!
un guess the profit is mostly in the
though,” said Phil; “but if the au-
thorities knew you sold it, it would cost
you an eyen two hundred dollars.
“But you’ll never be mean enough to
tell on me,” blubbered the man. “If I
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who beat their wives or crack other women
over ne head with _ bottles,” -sald Phil,
sharp!
“T Pe ant: help that,” began the man,
but Paul interrupted before he could finish.
“What's that?” said, “I
heard an awful funny noise.
deck. I believe there’s something com-
ing!”
fe sprang to “his feet and started for
the door, Phil bounding after him without
once thinking of the trader.
“Ther e one shouting to ag. em
that island!” cried Paul from the
Pl
k at the occupants of t! .
next instant he sprang back with his re
volver in his hand.
PHIL WAS THROWN HEAD OVER HEELS OVER THE RAIL INTO THE WATER AND FOR A SECOND NO ONE KNEW JUST°
WITH PIECES OF RIGGING, CAKES
F ICE AND GREAT CH URNING™BILLOWS.
“Drop that, quick!” he fainy bellowed,
making a lunge at the tra:
The fellow had waited ntl Phil's back
was turned and then, knowing that Roy
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en Phil roared in his ear he dropped
his hand to his side and turned toward our
hero with his face fairly pale with anger.
“Curse you!” he muttered. “You are the
old imp himself. How’d you know what
I was doing when your back was toward
me?”
“Oh,
head,” laughed Phil. “A:
idiot that you think you can fool me?”
“What's the matter,” asked Ray, walk-
ing up just then. “I was asleep and dream-
ing that a whale was after me.’
“Did he swallow you?” asked Phil, who
was standing in the middle of the cabin. °
“No, but he was after me full tilt and
going a mile a minute.
“And what were you doing?” asked Phil,
with one eye on the trader.
“Oh, I had climbed up on an iceberg to
ling to ourselves that we would be a pretty
cold morsel to swa
“Gee! you must have had ’em bad! You
“Not m . . “I saw enough
of that this evening. But, I say, what the
mischief is the matter with Paul. «He's
out on deck and yelling like a Comanche
Indian
“TH ‘gO out and see—that is, if you aré
sure you are awake. I don’t want to leave
you here wi
Gee! But wasn’t he a dandy! I'll bet he
was one of the same breed that swallowed
Jonah.”
[Continued on page 10.]
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