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miered according to Act of Congress in the year 1807 by Street 4 Smith, in the Office of the Librarian of Congress, Washington, D. Entered as second class Matter at the New York, N. Y., Post Office. ued week cad No. 31. STREET & SMITH, Publishers. ee ee price, $2.50 per year. NEW YORK. July 31, 1897. 3 Cents 29 Rose Bt., N. By the Author of ‘“NICK CARTER.” CHAPTER I. FARMER HATGOOD’S BAG. ‘One day in June aman stepped from a train in the Grand Central Depot, New York, whose appe tracted the attention of all who were in e depot at that time awaiting the arrival | of the train. s He was tall and lean and his store clothes fitted him about as well as a meal bag if it were hung over a bean pole. - Jhere was a pansy of weit Boge arance immediately at- a: r) = \ eaesied a green ‘cotton tsieibicelia. _ His hat was of straw and the stains on 1 brim showed that it had seen a many years a Wear. E ‘*There’s a hayseed from way-back and no mistake,” remarked_one baggage man to another as the old down the k entrance. ‘‘Somebody ought to lock him up be- ‘fore he gets into trouble,’’ remarked the | => 3 other bagagge man with a grin. ae ‘“He looks as if he would be fine game ae bunco steerers,’’ said the first. bet that he’s got a wad of man came slowly ong platform toward the depot for th pd” like to on duty at nightfall we | starting in his bag.’’ d| him a little. in a kind of half-scared way and then 'started on as determined as before. glance that he was on his | bills in that old g1iipsack of his that he |expects to exchar fore the day is over!’’ ge for green goods be- ‘‘Ves,’’? langhed the second, “‘if we're may see 11m for home with a box of sawdust The old ape ages continued down the platform with his lips pressed close to- gether and his eyes straight ahead as if he had determined that he would appear like other people and not show any curi- ous interest in the scene. Refore he came to the end, however, the cries of the carriage agents, the noise ‘lof the street beyond and the movin o of baggage trucks across his path confused alted for a moment, looked around He h Any one with a fair knowledge of human nature would have known at a first visit to New York, and that in spite of his deter- mination, the very first noises of the city had alarmed him. of fact, few men are ex- As a matter perienced enough to enter a ereat city for the first time without a little feeling of com .S Ichoo co