"There is not a doubt of it," answered Fox. "There's an account of the
loss of the vessel in the _New York Herald._ I cut it out, and have it
in my pocket-book. Would you like to see it?"

"If you please."

Mr. Fox produced the scrap, and asked triumphantly, "Doesn't that settle
it?"

"Suppose that it does, what then?"

"What then? It follows that Harry's money comes to me and my family, as
the only surviving relatives. You've got money of his, the boy told
me."

"Yes."

"About how much?"

"About three hundred dollars."

"So I thought. That money ought to be handed over to me."

"I don't see that, Mr. Fox."

"You don't see that?" interrogated Fox sharply. "Do you mean to keep it
yourself?"

"Not for my own use; I am not that kind of a man, Mr. Fox. But I have no
authority to hand the money over in the unceremonious way you expect."

"Why not? Isn't the boy dead?"

"I have no proof of it."

"What better proof do you want than the _New York Herald?_"

"The account in the _Herald_ may contain errors."

"Perhaps you think the boy could swim to shore a few hundred miles,"
suggested John Fox with sarcasm.

"No, I don't think that likely."

"Then what possible chance had he to escape?"

"He might have been rescued by a passing vessel."

"Look here, Mr. Howard," said Fox indignantly, "you don't mean what you
say. You evidently mean to keep that money from the lawful claimants. I
am not much surprised. I expected it. But I can tell you here and now
that John Fox isn't a man to be cheated and imposed upon. I mean to have
my rights."

"Are you aware, Mr. Fox, that your language is offensive and
insulting?"

"I don't care. I came here for justice. That money ought not to be in
your hands, who are no kith nor kin to Harry Vane. It ought to go to me,
and I mean to sue you for it."

"Mr. Fox, I propose to obey the law, but it appears to me that you are
taking it for granted that Harry Vane is dead without sufficient
proof."

"What more proof do you want than this paragraph? The fact is, you don't
want to believe it."

"No!" answered Mr. Howard in a tone of emotion, "I don't want to believe
that poor Harry is dead."

"Nor I," said John Fox. "If the boy hadn't been foolish and left my
happy home, he'd have been alive to-day. But we can't alter facts. He's
dead, and all our grief won't bring him back."

Benjamin Howard looked at the man curiously. "His grief doesn't seem to
be very profound," he thought. "I will test him."

"Even if I were convinced that poor Harry was dead," he said, "I should
not deliver up the money till you had established a legal claim to it."

"So you mean to put all possible obstacles in my way," said John Fox,
provoked. "I thought so. But, Mr. Howard, let me tell you that you can't
rob the orphan."

"Meaning yourself?"

"No, I mean the dead boy--that is the orphan's estate--without settling
with _me._ I am a man of influence, I'd have you know, and I'll put the
matter in the hands of the lawyer right off."

"It might be well, first, to listen to what I have to say."

"Aha! he's scared!" thought John Fox.

"I'm ready to hear what you've got to say," he answered, "but it won't
influence me a particle."

"I think it will. Harry Vane is alive!"

"What!" ejaculated John Fox, his face expressing his dismay. "It's a
lie. I don't believe it."

"Georgie," said Mr. Howard to his little son, who just then entered the
room, "go to my desk and bring me Harry Vane's letter."

This was done at once, John Fox meanwhile sitting in painful suspense.

"This letter," said Mr. Howard, taking it in his hand, "was posted, as
you see, at Melbourne, Australia. Harry was shipwrecked on an island,
from which he finally escaped, and was carried to Melbourne. He writes
me that he has gone to the mines, and is hoping to find some gold
there."

"Is this true?" asked Fox in a hollow voice.

"I will read you the letter, and show you the signature."

"I think it's a forgery."

"No chance of that. I know Harry Vane's handwriting well. But you don't
look well, Mr. Fox. I thought you would be pleased to hear that Harry
had escaped from the perils of shipwreck and is alive."

John Fox did not reply, but after examining the letter he rose with a
rueful countenance, and departed unceremoniously, a badly disappointed
man.

"It'll cost me three dollars to get back," he groaned, "and I shall have
to stop at a hotel, for there is no train till to-morrow. 'Most ten
dollars gone altogether--just thrown away! I'm a very unlucky man."

The news he carried home brought grief to Mrs. Fox and Joel. Only Sally
seemed glad that Harry was still living. For so expressing herself she
was severely rebuked by her mother.

CHAPTER XXXVII.

HOME AGAIN.

It was a bright, beautiful morning when our three friends landed in New
York. Their voyage had been a favorable one, and they had made some
pleasant acquaintances, but they were overjoyed to tread once more the
familiar streets and see the familiar sights of the American
metropolis.

They registered at a quiet hotel on the European system, intending to
remain in the city a few days. They sought out a prominent broker and
asked his advice about the investment of their money. He received them
in a friendly manner, and gave them the best advice in his power. Each
reserved three hundred dollars for present use.

It was a novelty to all of them to be free from anxiety on the score of
money, and it may well be believed that all enjoyed the feeling.

The second morning, as they were walking down Broadway, their eyes fell
upon a familiar figure. Directly in front of them they beheld a slender
young man, dressed in the extreme of fashion, swinging a light cane. As
he walked along it was easy to see that he was on the most comfortable
and agreeable terms with himself, and firmly persuaded that he was an
object of general admiration.

"Montgomery Clinton!" exclaimed Harry and Jack simultaneously.

"You don't mean to say you know that critter!" said Obed, eying Mr.
Clinton with evident curiosity.

"Yes, he was one of the _Nantucket_ passengers, and shipwrecked with
us," said Harry. "He did not remain in Australia, but took a return
vessel at once."

"That was lucky. A critter like that wouldn't be of much account at the
mines."

"Stop! I am going to speak to him."

Harry quickened his step, and touched Mr. Clinton on the shoulder.

Clinton turned languidly, but when he saw who it was his face expressed
undisguised pleasure.

"Mr. Vane!" he exclaimed. "I'm awfully glad to see you, don't you
know?"

"You haven't forgotten my friend Jack, I hope," said Harry, indicating
the young sailor.

"I am glad to see him, too," said Mr. Clinton, with modified pleasure,
offering two fingers for Jack to shake, for he had not forgotten that
Jack had been a sailor.

"When did you come from Australia?" asked Clinton.

"We only arrived day before yesterday."

"And what luck did you have at the mines?"

"We struck it rich. We are all capitalists, Jack and all."

"You don't say so! I wish I had gone with you, really now."

"I don't think you'd have liked it, Mr. Clinton. We had a hard time. We
had to wade through mud and mire, and sleep on the ground, and twice we
were captured by bushrangers. They wanted Jack and myself to join the
band."

"You don't say so--really?"

"They might have made you a bushranger, Mr. Clinton, if they had caught
you."

"I never would consent, never!" said Mr. Clinton, with emphasis.

Jack smiled at the idea of the elegant Mr. Clinton being transformed
into an outlaw and bushranger.

"I am awfully glad I did not go with you," he said, shuddering.

"Let me make you acquainted with my friend, Mr. Obed Stackpole, Mr.
Clinton," said Harry. "He was with us in all our trials and dangers."

Montgomery Clinton surveyed Obed with evident curiosity. The long gaunt
figure of the Yankee was clad in a loose rough suit which was too large
for him, and Clinton shuddered at the barbarous way in which he was
attired.

"Glad to make your acquaintance, Mr. Stickpole," he said politely.

"_Stack_pole, if it's all the same to you, friend Clinton," corrected
Obed. "Glad to see any friend of Harry's and Jack's. You look as if you
had just come out of a bandbox."

"Ob, thank you," said the gratified dude. "You're awfully kind. My
friends think I have a little taste in dress."

"My friends never paid me that compliment," said Obed. "Say, how do you
like my fit out?"

"I--I don't think they have very good tailors in Australia," said
Clinton hesitatingly.

"Have you as many pairs of trousers as ever, Mr. Clinton?" asked Harry.

"I have only nineteen, Mr. Vane, but I shall order some more soon."

"Nineteen pairs of breeches!" ejaculated Obed in amazement. "What in the
name of Jehoshaphat do you want of so many?"

"Well, I don't want to have people get used to seeing me in the same
trousers, don't you know, so every day I wear a different pair."

"It must cost a mint of money to buy so many clothes."

"Oh, I have accounts with four or five tailors. They're willing to wait,
don't you know. They appreciate a gentleman's custom."

"How long do they wait?" asked Harry.

"I'm owing some two years. There's lots of fellows make them wait as
long."

"That aint my way," said Obed. "I pay cash. Don't they make a fuss?"

"Oh, they send in their bills, but I don't take any notice of them,"
said Clinton languidly.

"Then, young man," said Obed, "let me advise you to pay your bills, and
get back your self-respect. I'd go six months with only a single pair of
breeches, sooner than cheat a tailor out of a new pair."

"I never wear breeches," drawled Clinton, with a shudder. "I don't know
what they are. Mr. Vane, those trousers you have on are very unbecoming.
Let me introduce you to my tailor. He'll fit you out in fashionable
style."

"Thank you. I believe I do need a new pair."

"Will he fit me, too?" asked Obed.

"He don't make--breeches!" said Clinton disdainfully.

"A good hit, by Jehoshaphat!" exclaimed Obed, slapping Clinton on the
back with such emphasis that he was nearly upset.

"Don't hit quite so hard," said the dude ruefully. "You nearly upset me,
don't you know?"

"I know it now. The fact is, friend Clinton, you ought to be shut up in
a glass case, and put on exhibition in a dime museum."

"How awfully horrid!" protested Clinton.

"You're more fit for ornament than use."

"You're awfully sarcastic, Mr. Stackpole, don't you know?" said Clinton,
edging off cautiously. "I must bid you good-morning, Mr. Vane, as I have
to buy a new neck tie. I will go to the tailor's any day."

"What was such a critter made for, anyway?" queried Obed, when Clinton
was out of hearing. "He looks for all the world like a tailor's dummy."

CHAPTER XXXVIII.

THE BOYS SECURE POSITIONS.

Before leaving New York, Harry Vane decided to call upon the nephew to
whom Mr. Woolson of Melbourne had given him a letter of introduction.
Upon inquiry, he found that John Woolson & Co. (the style of the firm)
were large importers in the lower part of the city.

Accompanied by Jack, he called one morning. Mr. John Woolson, a
courteous gentleman, about forty years of age, received him with
politeness, which changed to cordiality when he had read his uncle's
letter.

"My uncle writes here that you two young gentlemen recently rendered him
an important service."

"We were fortunate enough to save him from being robbed," said Harry
modestly.

"And maltreated, also, I presume," said the nephew. "When did you arrive
in New York?"

"Last Thursday, sir."

"Did you leave my uncle well?"

"He looked in excellent health."

"How long do you remain in the city? What are your plans?"

"We think of leaving to-morrow. We wish to see friends from whom we have
long been parted."

"My uncle wishes me to offer you a position in my establishment, Mr.
Vane. If that will meet your views, I shall be happy to receive you."

"I should like nothing better, sir," replied Harry, his eyes sparkling.

"Will fifteen dollars a week satisfy you to begin with?"

"But, sir, I can't hope to earn as much as that."

"Well perhaps not, just at first," said the merchant, smiling; "but if
your looks don't belie you, it will not be long before your services
will be worth that sum. At any rate I am ready to pay it."

"Thank you, sir," said Harry gratefully. "When would you wish me to
commence?"

"When you please. You had better take a vacation of a month to visit
your friends. Then come to the city, and enter my employment."

Harry renewed his thanks, and Mr. Woolson turned to Jack.

"Yon have been trained as a sailor, I believe," he said.

"Yes, sir."

"Do you wish to follow the sea?"

"Yes, sir," answered Jack promptly. "I love the sea."

"Then I will find you a good position on one of my ships, commend you
specially to the captain as a young friend of mine, and promote you as
fast as your progress in seamanship will warrant my doing so."

Now it was Jack's turn to look jubilant, for nothing could have suited
him better.

"You too will want a vacation. Take as long as you like, and then come
to me. By the way, I don't know how you are situated as regards money.
If either of you desires an advance, I shall be glad to accommodate
you."

"We met with good luck at the mines," said Harry, "and are both well
supplied with money. We thank you, however, for your kind offer."

The boys left the office in high spirits.

"I don't see but our prospects are bright, Jack," said Harry.

"I didn't think so when we were on the island," said Jack, "or when we
were captives among the bushrangers."

"No; we have certainly seen some hard times. Let us hope that we have
had our share, and may look forward now to happier days."

Now that their future was arranged, the boys were in a hurry to leave
the city and visit their friends. Obed sympathized with them.

"Boys," said he, "I'm gettin' kinder homesick. There's an old man and a
girl I want to see, and tell 'em of my good luck."

"Your father and----"

"Suke Stanwood. Suke has been waitin' for me five years, and there aint
no need of waitin' any longer. If all goes well she'll be Mrs. Obed
Stackpole within a month."

"She may not be able to get her wedding things so soon, Obed."

"She don't need any wedding things. Any dress'll do to be married in."

"You will send us some cards and cake, I hope, Obed."

"Better'n that: I'll send you an invite to the weddin'."

"Then it'll have to come soon, Obed. I shall be gone to the city, and
Jack to sea within a month."

"Then we'll hurry it up. It'll give me a good excuse. But there's one
thing I'm going to do before I get married."

"What is that?"

"Pay off the mortgage on dad's farm. It's only a thousand dollars, but
dad couldn't lift it if he lived to a hundred."

"And what are you going to do, Obed?"

"There's a farm alongside I can buy for twenty-five hundred dollars,
with a comfortable house thrown in. I can buy it, and have more than
enough money left to furnish the house and stock the farm."

"I wish you happiness, Obed; but don't you think you'll ever pine to be
back in Australia?"

"I may hanker after a sight of Fletcher and his two cronies, Colson and
Ropes," returned Obed with dry humor, "but we can't have everything in
this world, and I'll try to rub along with the blessings I have."

Let me add here that Obed carried out his programme. He paid the
mortgage, bought the farm, and in less than three weeks he was a married
man. Harry and Jack were at the wedding, and received great attention
from all Obed's friends. To the inhabitants of the little village it
seemed wonderful that boys so young should have traveled so far, and
passed through such varied experiences.

"I expect an invite to each of your weddings, boys," said Obed, as they
were on the point of leaving him. "One good turn deserves another."

"You will have to exercise a little patience, Obed," said Harry,
smiling.

"Don't wait as long as I did," said Obed. "I got to be a cranky old
bachelor before I hitched horses."

"Mrs. Stackpole will soon cure you of that," said Harry, with a smile.

CHAPTER XXXIX.

CONCLUSION.

When Harry had completed his business in New York, he took the train at
once to his native village. His arrival made quite a sensation. Not only
Mr. Howard, his father's friend, received him with joy, but there were
many other friends besides who rejoiced in his good fortune.

"You have been very fortunate, Harry," said Mr. Howard. "You tell me
that you have about five thousand dollars?"

"Yes, sir, and it makes me feel rich."

"Besides the two thousand dollars I have in charge for you."

"Two thousand dollars!" ejaculated Harry in amazement. "You mean three
hundred, Mr. Howard."

"No, I mean what I say," replied his friend, with a smile.

"But I don't understand----"

"Don't you remember the fifty shares of mining stock you placed in my
hands?"

"Yes, they were given me by my father. I thought them worthless."

"A month ago I learned the contrary. I took the liberty, without
consulting you, as you were absent, to sell them. They realized
seventeen hundred dollars net, thus carrying up the amount in my hands
to two thousand dollars."

"Is it possible that I am worth seven thousand dollars? It seems
wonderful!"

"But the best of it is that it is true. Then was there not a sum of
money which you received for saving a railroad train?"

"Yes, I have used part of it, but one hundred and fifty dollars remain.
It is in the hands of a Mr. Conway, president of the road."

"Then it appears to me, Harry, taken in connection with your offer of
employment in New York, you are in a very enviable position. How old are
you?"

"I shall soon be seventeen."

"Then you are beginning the world young. Continue to deserve good
fortune, and you are likely to prosper."

Before returning to New York Harry felt inclined to visit his would-be
guardian, John Fox, whose treatment of him has been recorded at length
in "Facing the World."

He took the train, as before, to Bolton, and thence went by stage to
Colebrook. He walked to the Fox mansion, and going up to the front door
knocked.

The door was opened by Mrs. Fox herself. She did not immediately
recognize Harry in his handsome suit, with a gold chain crossing his
vest, attached, it may be added, to a handsome gold watch, which he had
bought in New York.

"What is your business, young man?" she asked.

"Don't you remember me, Mrs. Fox?" asked Harry.

"Land's sake! It aint Harry Vane!" she exclaimed in wonder.

"Yes, it is," answered Harry, smiling. "I hope Mr. Fox and Joel are
well."

"Come in, and I'll call Joel. You've been doing well, aint you?" she
asked, surveying him with eager curiosity.

"I have been very fortunate indeed."

"I thought you was drowned--wrecked on a ship or something."

"If I was, I have come to life again."

"Well, well, it's strange. I'll call Joel."

Joel, who was at the barn, soon entered.

He, too, surveyed Harry curiously.

"How d'y' do?" he said. "I never expected to set eyes on you again. Is
that a gold watch you have?"

"Yes, Joel."

"Let me see it. How much did it cost?"

"A hundred dollars, besides the chain."

"Gosh! Aint that a sight of money! Did you spend all your money on it?"

"No, I bought a chain too."

"To my mind you was very foolish to spend all your hard earnin's that
way! There's no fool like a young fool," said Mrs. Fox severely.

"But, Mrs. Fox, I have some money left."

"How much?" asked Joel eagerly.

"Seven thousand dollars."

"Gosh all Jerusalem! you aint yarnin', be you? Seven thousand dollars!"

"Who's talkin' of seven thousand dollars?" asked a familiar voice, as
Mr. Fox entered the room.

"Harry Vane says he's worth seven thousand dollars!" exclaimed Joel in a
tone made up of amazement, jealousy, and wonder.

"Is that true?" asked John Fox in equal amazement.

"Yes, Mr. Fox."

"But how on 'arth----"

Then Harry gave a full explanation, with which I don't propose to
trouble the reader, as it would be a twice-told tale.

"Some folks seem born to luck!" said Mr. Fox furiously, when Harry had
completed his story. "Joel may work and toil all his life, and he won't
get no seven thousand dollars. It seems hard!"

John Fox had been much impressed by Harry's luck, and his avaricious
soul was busying itself with some scheme for turning it to his personal
advantage.

"I'm glad you've been so lucky, Harry," he said with affected
cordiality. "It beats all, I must say. I've no doubt you are ready now
to carry out your dear father's dyin' wish."

"What was that, Mr. Fox?"

"He wanted me to be your guardeen. It stands to reason a boy of sixteen
aint to be trusted with so much money. Now I'm an experienced man of
business, and I'm willin' to be your guardeen, and I won't charge you a
cent for takin' care of your property except board money."

"Thank you, Mr. Fox," said Harry, with an amused smile, "but I am
offered a place in New York at fifteen dollars a week, and I have
friends who will advise me about the investment of my money."

"Fifteen dollars a week!" repeated Mr. Fox dolefully. "Can't you get a
place for Joel in the same store?"

"If I can find Joel a satisfactory place in the city I will do so," said
Harry, "but I ought to say that my employer only pays me high wages out
of favor."

"I'll take ten," said Joel eagerly. "You know you and me was always
friends, Harry."

"Joel always liked you," said politic Mr. Fox.

Harry knew better, but he was on good terms with the world, and he did
not dispute this statement.

"I'll do what I can," he said. "Meanwhile, Mr. Fox, I should like to
make Joel and his sister a small present."

He gave them each a ten-dollar bill, which made Joel's eyes sparkle with
joy.

Mr. Fox renewed his suggestion that Harry select him as a "guardeen,"
but Harry politely but firmly declined to entertain the proposal.
Nevertheless, when he left the house, he was warmly urged to come again
and often. He understood the reason of the cordiality, and knew very
well that if he had come back poor his reception would have been very
different.

Before going back to New York he made a visit of a couple of days to his
old friend and employer, Professor Hemmenway, the prestidigitateur, who
was delighted with the success of his young friend. He offered Harry a
new engagement, but of course it was declined.

In New York he met Jack, and inquired how he had fared.

"I found my step-father dying," answered Jack. "In fact he drank himself
to death after wasting all mother's property. But I have bought her a
small house, and insured her an income sufficient to keep her
comfortable. The last will require some of my principal, but I shall be
earning good wages, and can make it up when I return home."

"When do you sail, Jack?"

"Next week, on one of Mr. Woolson's ships. I am to go to China."

"I hope you'll steer clear of the island we were wrecked on, Jack."

"I never want to see it again, Harry; still it brought us luck."

"I shall be sorry to part with you, Jack. I wish you could be content to
stay in New York."

"No, Harry, I can't give up the sea yet. It is my great ambition to
command a ship myself some time."

"I think you will accomplish it, Jack, for you stand well with the
owners."

Five years have passed. Harry and Jack are each twenty-one. Harry
occupies a confidential position with the firm, and is likely to be a
partner before he is much older. Jack is first mate, and will be a
captain before he is twenty-five. His mother is living, and happy in his
success, and enjoying the comfortable home he has provided for her.

Harry obtained a position for Joel in the city, but he proved
unsatisfactory to his employer and was soon discharged. Another
situation he held as brief a time. At last he was obliged to go home and
assist his father, who treats him almost as penuriously as he would have
done Harry. Joel is dissatisfied and unhappy, and his mother thinks he
was born to bad luck, but those who know Joel think his want of success
springs from a different source. Harry and Jack obtained success because
they deserved it. If Joel were more like them he too might succeed. And
I am sorry to say he is looking forward impatiently to the time when he
shall inherit his father's property. It is very wrong, but perhaps Mr.
Fox himself is partly to blame.

Whenever Jack comes home from a voyage he calls upon Harry, and together
they talk over their adventures in a New World. Sometimes Obed Stackpole
calls also. He has two boys, whom he has named respectively Harry and
Jack in honor of his two companions in Australia.

THE END.

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George at the "Wheel; or, Life in a Pilot House  . . . . . . . . . . 1 25
George at the Fort; or, Life Among the Soldiers  . . . . . . . . . . 1 25

ROD AND GUN SERIES. By Harry Castlemon. 3 vols., 12mo. Fully
illustrated. Cloth, extra, printed in colors. In box . . . . . . . .$3 75
Don Gordon's Shooting Box  . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 25
Rod and Gun  . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 25
The Young Wild Fowlers . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 25

FOREST AND STREAM SERIES. By Harry Castlemon. 3 vols., 12mo. Fully
illustrated. Cloth, extra, printed in colors. In box . . . . . . . .$3 75
Joe Wayring at Home; or, Story of a Fly Rod  . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 25
Snagged and Sunk; or, The Adventures of a Canvas Canoe . . . . . . . 1 25
Steel Horse; or, The Rambles of a Bicycle  . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 25

WAR SERIES. By Harry Castlemon. 4 vols., 12mo. Fully illustrated. Cloth,
extra, printed in colors. In box . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .$5 00
True to his Colors . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 25
Rodney, the Partisan . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 25
Marcy, the Blockade Runner . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 25
Marcy, the Refugee . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 25

OUR FELLOWS; or, Skirmishes with the Swamp Dragoons. By Harry Castlemon.
16mo. Fully illustrated. Cloth, extra  . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 25

ALGER'S

RENOWNED

BOOKS.

BY

HORATIO

ALGER, JR.

Illustration: Specimen Cover of the Ragged Dick Series.

Horatio Alger, Jr., has attained distinction as one of the most popular
of books for boys, and the following list comprises all of his best
books.

*** Any volume sold separately.

RAGGED DICK SERIES. By Horatio Alger, Jr. 6 vols., 12mo. Fully
illustrated. Cloth, extra, printed in colors. In box   . . . . . . .$7 50
Ragged Dick; or, Street Life in New York . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 25
Fame and Fortune; or, The Progress of Richard Hunter . . . . . . . . 1 25
Mark, the Match Boy; or, Richard Hunter's Ward . . . . . . . . . . . 1 25
Rough and Ready; or, Life among the New York Newsboys  . . . . . . . 1 25
Ben, the Luggage Boy; or, Among the Wharves  . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 25
Bufus and Rose; or, the Fortunes of Rough and Ready  . . . . . . . . 1 25

TATTERED TOM SERIES. (FIRST SERIES.) By Horatio Alger, Jr. 4 vols.,
12mo. Fully illustrated. Cloth, extra, printed in colors. In box . .$5 00
Tattered Tom; or, The Story of a Street Arab . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 25
Paul, the Peddler; or, The Adventures of a Young Street Merchant . . 1 25
Phil, the Fiddler; or, The Young Street Musician . . . . . . . . . . 1 25
Slow and Sure; or, From the Sidewalk to the Shop . . . . . . . . . . 1 25

TATTERED TOM SERIES. (SECOND SERIES.) 4 vols., 12mo. Fully illustrated.
Cloth, extra, printed in colors. In box  . . . . . . . . . . . . . .$5 00
Julius; or the Street Boy Out West . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 25
The Young Outlaw; or, Adrift in the World  . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 25
Sam's Chance and How He Improved it  . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 25
The Telegraph Boy  . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 25

LUCK AND PLUCK SERIES. (FIRST SERIES.) By Horatio Alger, Jr. 4 vols.,
12mo. Fully illustrated. Cloth, extra, printed in colors. In box . .$5 00
Luck and Pluck; or John Oakley's Inheritance . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 25
Sink or Swim; or, Harry Raymond's Resolve  . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 25
Strong and Steady; or, Paddle Your Own Canoe . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 25
Strive and Succeed; or, The Progress of Walter Conrad  . . . . . . . 1 25

LUCK AND PLUCK SERIES. (SECOND SERIES.) By Horatio Alger, Jr. 3 vols.,
12mo. Fully illustrated. Cloth, extra, printed in colors. In box . .$5 00
Try and Trust; or, The Story of a Bound Boy  . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 25
Bound to Rise; or Harry Walton's Motto . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 25
Risen from the Ranks; or, Harry Walton's Success . . . . . . . . . . 1 25
Herbert Carter's Legacy; or, The Inventor's Son  . . . . . . . . . . 1 25

CAMPAIGN SERIES. By Horatio Alger, Jr. 3 vols., 12mo. Fully illustrated.
Cloth, extra, printed in colors. In box  . . . . . . . . . . . . . .$3 75
Prank's Campaign; or, The Farm and the Camp  . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 25
Paul Prescott's Charge . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 25
Charlie Codman's Cruise  . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 25

BRAVE AND BOLD SERIES. By Horatio Alger, Jr. 4 vols., 12mo. Fully
illustrated. Cloth, extra, printed in colors. In box . . . . . . . .$5 00
Brave and Bold; or, The Story of a Factory Boy . . . . . . . . . . . 1 25
Jack's Ward; or, The Boy Guardian  . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 25
Shifting for Himself; or, Gilbert Greyson's Fortunes . . . . . . . . 1 25
Wait and Hope; or, Ben Bradford's Motto  . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 35

PACIFIC SERIES By Horatio Alger, Jr. 4 vols. 12mo. Fully illustrated.
Cloth, extra, printed in colors. In box  . . . . . . . . . . . . . .$5 00
The Young Adventurer; or, Tom's Trip Across the Plains . . . . . . . 1 25
The Young Miner; or, Tom Nelson in California  . . . . . . . . . . . 1 25
The Young Explorer; or, Among the Sierras  . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 25
Ben's Nugget; or, A Boy's Search for Fortune. A Story of the Pacific
Coast 1 25

ATLANTIC SERIES. By Horatio Alger, Jr. 4 vols., 12mo. Fully illustrated.
Cloth, extra, printed in colors. In box  . . . . . . . . . . . . . .$5 00
The Young Circus Rider; or, The Mystery of Robert Rudd . . . . . . . 1 25
Do and Dare; or, A Brave Boy's Fight for Fortune . . . . . . . . . . 1 25
Hector's Inheritance; or, Boys of Smith Institute  . . . . . . . . . 1 25
Helping Himself; or, Grant Thornton's Ambition . . . . . . . . . . . 1 25

WAY TO SUCCESS SERIES. By Horatio Alger, Jr. 4 vols., 12mo. Fully
illustrated. Cloth, extra, printed in colors. In box   . . . . . . .$5 00
Bob Burton . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 25
The Store Boy  . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 25
Luke Walton  . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 25
Struggling Upward  . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 25

NEW BOOK BY ALGER.

DIGGING FOR GOLD. By Horatio Alger, Jr.
Illustrated 12mo. Cloth, black, red and gold . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 25

A

New Series

of Books.

Indian Life

and

Character

Founded on

Historical

Facts.

Illustration: Specimen Cover of the Wyoming Series.

By Edward S. Ellis.

*** Any volume sold separately.

BOY PIONEER SERIES. By Edward S. Ellis. 3 vols., 12mo. Fully
illustrated. Cloth, extra, printed in colors. In box . . . . . . . .$3 75
Ned in the Block House; or, Life on the Frontier . . . . . . . . . . 1 25
Ned in the "Woods. A Tale of the Early Days in the West  . . . . . . 1 25
Ned on the River . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 25

DEERFOOT SERIES. By Edward S. Ellis.
In box containing the following. 3 vols., 12mo. Illustrated  . . . .$3 75
Hunters of the Ozark . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 25
Camp in the Mountains  . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 25
The Last "War Trail  . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 25

LOG CABIN SERIES. By Edward S. Ellis.
3 vols., 12mo. Fully illustrated. Cloth, extra, printed in colors. In
box  . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .$3 75
Lost Trail . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .$1 25
Camp-Fire and Wigwam . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 25
Footprints in the Forest . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 25

WYOMING SERIES. By Edward S. Ellis. 3 vols., 12mo. Fully illustrated.
Cloth, extra, printed in colors. In box  . . . . . . . . . . . . . .$3 75
Wyoming  . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 25
Storm Mountain . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 25
Cabin in the Clearing  . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 25

NEW BOOKS BY EDWARD S. ELLIS.

Through Forest and Fire. 12mo. Cloth . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 25
On the Trail of the Moose. 12mo. Cloth . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 25

By C. A. Stephens.

Rare books for boys--bright, breezy, wholesome and instructive; full of
adventure and incident, and information upon natural history. They blend
instruction with amusement--contain much useful and valuable information
upon the habits of animals, and plenty of adventure, fun and jollity.

CAMPING OUT SERIES. By C. A. Stephens.
6 vols., 12mo. Fully illustrated. Cloth, extra, printed in colors.
In box . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .$7 50
Camping Out. As recorded by "Kit"  . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 25
Left on Labrador; or The Cruise of the Schooner Yacht "Curfew."
 As recorded by "Wash" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 25
Off to the Geysers; or, The Young Yachters in Iceland.
 As recorded by "Wade" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 25
Lynx Hunting. From Notes by the author of "Camping Out"  . . . . . . 1 25
Fox Hunting. As recorded by "Raed" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 25
On the Amazon; or, The Cruise of the "Rambler."
 As recorded by "Wash" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 25

By J. T. Trowbridge.

These stories will rank among the best of Mr. Trowbridge's books for the
young and he has written some of the best of our juvenile literature.

JACK HAZARD SERIES. By J. T. Trowbridge.
6 vols., 12mo. Fully Illustrated. Cloth, extra, printed in colors. In
box $7 50