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Full Title	Happy days : a paper for young and old, v. XXX, no. 762, May 22, 1909.
Contributor	Tousey, Frank. Shea, Cornelius.
Date Added	22 January 2015
Format	Newspaper
Language	English
Publish Date	1909-05-22
Publisher	New York : Frank Tousey
Source	Dime Novel and Popular Literature
Alternate Title	The Boy broncho buster; or, The Rival ropers of the ranche / by Cornelius Shea. Rival ropers of the ranche.
Topic	Popular literature > Specimens. Story papers > Specimens.
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OCR 5 1. 3 . ,........% ‘ % 3 Q ,1O He was decided orrthe matter, and there was no use of trying to change him. ' “Ah, come on, Finn,;' said the alder- man. “She's gain’ in a minute." “Sure there's nothin’ at all the matther wid it, Tim," Larry explained. “It war me an eye to business, "and I telephone for a horse from mein department store-what?" “Go on wld yez. Sure Oi cud walk while r gettin' here. There's only wan thing 0i’m sorry for. “What is it?" asked the alderman. “Oi‘m sorry that Larry didn't ax the pote to go -wid um, so that we might have killed um. Sure we'll niver get such an oppor- chunity again. Then Finnegan put on his hat, gave his clothes a brush oi! with his hands. and “Come on-, alderman, sure it's not so far l>ac' We‘ll,lave the owld oil-sthove an’ wa . s Nolan didn't the to leave Finnegan, and so, being out, he kept out. lkey wanted,to get out, but just then the perverse auto set off again at the speed limit, and he stayed in. “Do youse tink dey wanted to shake us. Finn?" asked Nolan. as the machine disap- peared around a sand hill. “Sure Oi do be thinkin‘ he'd sooner shake the machine," chuckled Finnegan. “, didn't he get Wan av thim Frinch t’ings that go wid it, an’ not thry to dhrive it himself?” - “What do youse mean, Finn?” asked the alderman. greatly puzzled. “Wan av thim min, av coorse, that they Sure he's ou‘y an in- glneer. but they do call him something different just to bother people. “Ob. youse mean a shofur,” snorted the alderman. > “Yis, that's it. Why didn't Larry have won av thim?” - “Maybe he's afraid he'd run away wit’ de missus.” "TlIEl'9‘S no fear av that,” laughed Fin- negan, “for av he did he'd be sure to fetch her back." ' The auto was out of sight, and Finnegan and Nolan trudged on. , “Av they make the thing go at all they’ll be coming baclcthis way an’ take us in,” said Finnegan. - But they llid not. r - ' The two travelers followed the‘ auto’s tracks back to where they had started. “Sure they must have broke down en- tirely." declared Finnegan. it had not. Nolan made another discovery. . “Look dere, Finn," he said. Finnegan looke o far away were the houses, and in front of McCue‘s house was the auto. They had been traveling in a circle. and instead of keeping on, and finishing it, they had turned back and gone all over it again. , “Alderman,” said the boss. Yare " “We're a couple av fools.” “Fur not goin’ in de auto!” “No: but fer not foinding out where we were before we started k." De had a right to send someone for us. and not make us walk all do way back.” sputtered the alderman. “Dat settles dat lobster.” ' . - “Maybe there war a ralson." haid Tim. There was. (To us. ooxrtyrnu.) 90+O OwO A stor of hunting in the Far est. y ut to-day in ‘WILD “'EST “v'EEKLY" N0. 342. Ask for “Young Wild West Helping the Hunters; or, Arietta and the Grizzly." You will like every chapter of this spirited story. ‘ $OOOVO9GfO9OQO9000+O90fO‘9Q904 Trying to Find Your Way By “Ian” How many of my readers-l believe there are several left yet outside of the lunatic asylum-have arrived at a town in active search of somebody who lives there, but whether he lived upon the inskirts or the outskirts or the’over-skirts they really do not know? Those of you who have been there-most of you have, I guess-will appreciate the position in which I was placed a few days a o. in search of a friend of mine, I arrived just about’ noon in quite a large town in New Jersey-State of red mud and mos- quitoes, railroads and liquid lightning i got off the train and approached the station-master. who was having it hot and heavy with a barrel of flour, which he was trying to steer into the freight house. "Beg pardon, Marquis." I said. “but do you know where Mr. Skivers lives?‘ lie ceased trying to knock the flour barrel out. “Who?” he asked. HAP-P-Y ”DAY.s. “Mr. Skivers." ' “Young fellow?” “Yes " “ Red hair?“ “Cardinal.” “Stout? ” my .. es. . “Mustache?” ’ .> “Mustache or dirt-I ain't sure." “Great smoker?” ‘Yes; that is the reason I my cigars. You know him?" ‘Yes-at least I did." “Why don't you now?" “Because he's dead. Fell through a hay- rigglng a year ago. Broke both lungs." 'I said, sorrowfully, that I did norwsut that Skivers. I had not arrived to unearth corpses. The Skivers I was after was alive didn't bring an w . “What is his drsi: name?” queried the agen . ' “Timothy.” “Don't know him. Know Timothy Brown, thou h. He lives down two blocks -little red house. Maybe you want him?" “Nixe ." ‘Then go over to the hotel. Maybe Dick behind the bar knows," and the agent pro- ceeded to resume his affray with the bar- e r . I thanked him, and went to the hotel, the most prominent features of which- were the week's washing heating in the breeze from the piazza which encircled the house, and the horse-trough, at which a mule driven by a half-asleep darky was tryingto kill himself‘by drink. I found Dick at the bar. ‘ ' not wear a collar, but presented evidences of civilization in the shape of a paste-diamond pin as ig as your fist, and as excessively brilliant as a lump of putty dropped in cold dust. “Good-day, sir,” said be. “What can I do for you?" ‘ “Cigar first," answered 1. “Next, infor- mation." I got the cigar. It was a New Jersey cigar. New Jersey cigars are made'to encourage the match industry. They are formed of cement and India rubber, and cast in an ron foundry. It takes three boxes of matches to 1ighLone. ' “Now,” I said. as I tried to put! away at the cigar and make believe I liked it, “do you know Timothy Skivers?" “Old John Shivers’ son?" “Yes.” - “Of course I do." ' “Where does he live?” Dick scratched his head. ‘Blamed if you ain't got me now." be ex- claimed “But the old man could tell you I sup s ." At last I had a clew. - “Know where the old man lives?” I ask- ed. “Oh. yes.” “Whor '1" ‘ “Colorado, I think; though Andy Jones did let on something about him having re- moved to New Mexico. Left here a year ago." Grimly I stalked out, crushed again. I wandered aimlessly out into the street. The usual town loafer. with his usual cigar and usual spit-freckled pavement in front of him, stood gazing languldly upon the corner at nothing at all. I braced him. “Are you scquainted with Tim Skivers, cully?" interrogated 1. He sized me n . “Nico pin you've got,” lrreverently said u e. “Yes.” “How much?" “A dollar.” “You're a Yorker?" .. .. “Know Patsy Cuff!‘ .1“ .. “Funny. Thought all Yorkers knew Pat. Bully lad. Does the singing for a,clam wagon. And say!" ‘ “Well” “Is that the last style of hat?" “The latest." “Don't like it. pick ’hout you?" His questioning was growing monoton- ous. It was eating me, so I iinally asked: “Do you, or don't you, know where Tim Shivers resides?” Placidly he replied, as he first whistled at a dog across the street: - “Never heard of his nibbs." l floated away. And when l traversed about half a block. I heard him call after me: “if I was you l‘d put an extension upon that seemore coat. The patches on your pants give you dead away. I made no reply, however, but kept on till I fell in with an angel who was sawing wood outside of a house. I put my old query: “Know ‘m Skivers?" “Young Tim?" “Yes. “Course I do." “Where does he live?" lie ceased snwin . “See that white house?" and he pointed it out. “I do." “(lo right down the street for two blocks. It's tart. Got a tooth- take the footpath across the lumber yard, turn to your left past the soap factory, cut across the vacant lot till you come to the iron works, then go straight ahead, and on will arrive at Tim’s house. It's got a horse-block in front of the door; you can't. I said I hoped not, and staggered on. I got bounced through the lumber yard by the watchman, fell over the boxes in front of the soap factory, had to nee for dear life from a belligerent goat in the va- cant lot, and at the iron foundry a bulldo came out and tasted my leg. Oh, I enjoyed myse . . But I found the house. A Hibernian slave was digging potatoes in the garden, and I called to him: ' “This Mr. $kivers'!" I asked. “Yis, sur." “No, ur." “Where is be?" “At the blacksmith shop." - Now, I didn't know any more where the blacksmith‘s shop was than I do of the whereabouts of the Holy Grail. So 1 char- tered a small boy for five cents to show me. r. Skivers was not at the blacksmith s on. He had gone to the grocery. At the grocery-he had gone to the bar- ber’s shop. There I found-not my Timothy Sklvers, but another one, his cousin. I I explained the state of'the case to the wrong Timothy. and he tol me where to hnd the right Timothy, about three miles away. at the other end of the town. I had to foot it,,because the‘town only had one public hack. and that was away at a funeral. s Footsore, dusty and mad enough to bite a telegraph wire, I arrived at last at my friend's ‘house. To meet his sister, who sweetly said: “Come to see Tim?” . “Yes." , “I'm so sorry.” “About What?” “He waited till he thought you were not ' I'm afraid Won't you come in and rest a while?“ bo+o6ooovooooo+ot<>+o+o9ooo+o4 An interesting Wall Street story. Out today in “FAME AND FORTUNE WEEKLY" No. 188. Read “After Big Money; or, Turning the Tables on the Wall Street Brokers." It shows you how a smart boy made a fortune. ' ‘ . Workm (mxrrscsn men not 8.) about the Baird mansion, as when he rode in the motor car; an his haunting the cor- ridors and galleries of the Capitol, that cul- minated in his final attac Ultimately he went to‘an asylum, and the purse of the really good-hearted man whom he tried to kill was more than once opened to secure for him better treatment and more comforts than often fall to the That- Senator Baird had thought much about what he would like to do for Ed goes without saying. This was to bear fruit later on. One day old>Senator Crosby, observing Walford at his everlasting habit of reading and making notes as he read, called him = p. “My boy,” said he, “I don't believe I have made you suthcient personal acknowledge- ment for what you did for me the other ay. . “That was not much, sir,” began Wal- for . , “In itself it might go without much no- tice," continued Mr. Crosby. “But, taken with that way you have of always being on ban when wanted, and showing yourself so surprisingly well posted in things that a page seldom bothers about, means much- especially to your future. What do you intend to do with yourself, after your ser- vice here expires?" ‘ , Here was a subject Ed had thought over a great deal. . CHAPTER XI. “rnr: JEWEL use is NOT nuns!" “In a general way I would like to be a lawyer," returned our hero. “lpalsn like W But if mistress, politics is even more disappoint- mg.” “I suppose so, sir, But after I get all cut of this position and being in Washing- ton I can. my thought is to go out west, or to my native State, enter some law of- fice, and work my way to some good open- ing.” “it is a noble ambition, young man. I honor you for entertaining it. If I can ever be of service to you. I hope you will let me know. In the meantime, young fel- lows are often hampered by lack of ready means. Ilere are ten dollars which I trust you will take in the same spirit in which it is offered." ‘ Walford accepted the present gratefully, promising that it would not be wasted. He was about to retire when the senator add- “In about a week I am going to make another extended speech on a. measure that is to come over from the house relating to tariff duties on coal, steel, and rehned oil." “Yes, sir. I see that the present bill is giving no end of discussion all over the country. ' - “You are now quite a fair stenographcr. ‘ Also, your service to me in my speech on naval affairs convinces me that you would ‘ e a reliable hand at hunting out refer- ences in law and fact, as relate to,this proposed measure. How would you like to put in some of your spare time for the next few days in the Congressional Li- hrary?" “Doing what, sir?" observed Ed, cau- tiously. I ' ‘ “I will supply you with a schedule of points on which I shall require facts and statistics. You can look them up, take them down in shorthand, and my secretary will transcribe them on the typewriter for my use. is its. go?" he old senator, one of the most distin- party then in power, smiled blandly at Walford‘s acute, eager expression. “All right, sir. confidence, and will do the work as best I can-night; times mostly. be offended when I say that, personally. I am in sympathy with the other side.” This, from a lad in the middle of his ‘teens as to age, tickled the veteran states- man immensely. He shook hands with Ed again. “You will do, my ‘boy-‘you will cer- tainly do. One of the hrsi: requisites of a lawyer. ‘ind also a will not let your personal bias influence what you have to do Moreover, such work opens young eyes to other opin- ions than their own., Miss Gwynn, my sec- retary. will send you the schedule." Nothing was said about pay, but Wal- ford did not let that trouble him at all. He was winning his way more by what he did than what he expected to get for it. Later he found that Mr. Baird's influence and recommendation had much to do with Crosby’: selecting Walford from other pages to do this work. It was one of the ways wherein Mr. Baird began on show he was taking more than a. passing interest in ,‘ the page from his own State. by to deliver his great speech on the tariff the notes submitted by Walford were the best and most complete of al Others: too, were at work supplying Cros- by with information, for,he was a most painstaking statesman A it was all over Walford received a kindly note from Miss Gwynn, thanking and complimenting him for thoroughness and accuracy, and enclosing a check for twentydollars more. signed by the sena- tor. Walford felt like standing on his head for joy. ” keeps on,” thought he, “I will put the dear folks at home on easy street right away." , As a result of various tips and fees re- sulting from the note that had befallen him since the crank episode. he could count 11 more than a hundred dollars. in addi- tion to his regular pay as a. page. But what he did not send home he put in a savings bank. after buying a choice suit for Miss Edna's party, now near at hand. one day Mr. Baird sent for him to a com- mittee room. V “Wallord, there is to be a reception at -the British embassy to-night. Mrs. Baird and I are going. I cannot leave here this afternoon. as the senate will go into ex- ecutive session later." "All right, sir,‘ said Ed as the senator paused and appeared to be considering something in his mind. - “I was thinking whether you would he as trustworthy in this as you have shown yourself to be in other things." “Perhaps, when you let me know what I feel honored by your,’ But you Won't- you wish me to do, I can at least-at least ,, , - “ pshaw! Of course you will do. What I want is this: you must go down'to the Security Safe Deposit Co., with this Il016- Th?!’ will give you Mrs. Baird's jewel case. Put it in this hand-bag and take it out to my house, and give it into her own hands. Say I sent you, and then you can have the rest of the evening to 'onrself." - ‘ - “Very well, sir,” and Ed took the satchcl and sealed letter that the senator gave him. and started. s ‘ At the door heturncd. The senator was again buried in some paperson the table before him, but: Walford spoke again, “Ought I not to get a note from Mrs. Baird saying that the case was delivered to her all right?” Mr. Baird looked up at the boy. He re- flected that he jewels were worth a good deal of money. Perhaps Walford was right. “Why, certainly. Do so if you wish, though it does not matter."

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