om the store tired and hungry. At supper her aunt told
her of Fred's adventure and good fortune. She sprang up and danced
around the room in her joy and then kissed him a half dozen times.

It did seem like an enormous sum to her a girl of but fourteen summers.

"What are you going to do with it, Fred?" she finally asked.

"Give it to aunt and to use for you and herself."

They all had pleasant dreams that night. Fred dreamed of the big fortune
made in Wall Street; and Adah dreamed that she was no longer a cash girl
in a big store, but wore fine dresses and rode in a carriage. The next
morning, however, Fred ate early and hurried off downtown to sell
papers, and Adah was at the store at her usual hour. Fred delivered to
all his Wall Street patrons and then sold on the street to passersby all
the morning. He was all around the Stock Exchange, for there he found
the most customers. Inside the Stock Exchange he heard the brokers
yelling like so many lunatics. That was so often the case, however, that
he gave it little thought. But soon he saw Bob Newcombe, Manson's
messenger, come out in a great hurry and dart off down the street.

"Guess Manson is busy inside," he said to himself as he kept his eyes
open for customers.

In a few moments Bob came running back. He ran up against Fred.

"Just go up in the gallery and see how B. & H. is climbing up, Fred," he
said to him.

"How much has it gone up, Bob?" Fred asked him.

"Five points, and that means $100 for us," Bob replied.

"Whew!" and Fred whistled.

Bob dashed into the Exchange by way of the side entrance on New street
and disappeared from view.

"Guess I'll go up in the gallery and look on a while," Fred said to
himself. "Here, Mugsey, you can have my papers," and he turned over
about one dozen papers to an ugly little newsboy whom the others called
Mugsey.

The little fellow was astonished.

"Do yer give 'em ter me, Fred?" he asked before taking them.

"Yes. I'm done for the day."

Fred found quite a crowd of people up in the gallery, and among them a
party of ladies from out of town. They were sightseeing. But there was
nothing new to him up there. He wanted to see Broker Manson and watch
the rise of B. & H. stock. It took him some time to find Manson in the
moving mass of yelling brokers on the floor below. But he finally found
him, and for half an hour never took his eyes off of him. He heard him
offering fifty-three and finally fifty-four for B.