Beadle's Half Dime Library, No. 130 — page 1: what you’re looking at

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a fe - — a - a 2 | x op » al hee JIE OO VW W S50 amt Ll i iil tL a Pt $2.50 a year. Entered at the Post Office at New York, N. Y., as Second Class Mall Matter. Vol. V. , ral inl Copvrighted in 1880 by BEADLE AND ADAMS, anuary 20, 1880. LL a Single PUBLISHED WEEKLY BY BEADLE AND ADAMS, Price, Number. Detective Dick: OR, THE HERO IN RAGS. BY CHARLES MORRIS, a4UTHOR OF “WILL somERS,”’ “Pri HARDY,” * PICA- YUNE PETE,”’ ETC. CHAPTER L A WARM INTERVIEW. “Tuck? You kin bet your bottom dime on that: I’ve had a streak jist as big as the side of a moun” ‘““ Hold yer hosses a bit, Dick. Good luck can keep sweet till we’re ready to use it. It’s bad luck that goes sour. I never talk business On an empty pipe.” The speaker—a middle-aged man, with thick, led whiskers, and a face as rough as a chestnut- produced a handsome meerschaum from his ‘) All T Yj ~~ CANT “SS ~ ESS ; ~ ah aN SSS SQ_¢vv_-=" a : WO ‘ _, | , i > s ev : “ as * ~ os - - “ . , i s ; a x nk “- -Er = ; = jim, N ff. arw, Y/ \* S No. 98 WILLIAM STREET, NEW YORK. ae ee ee ——————— gokat, and procecded deliberately to charge it with obacco. Dick sat, with a m smile on his young face, curiously watching this process. The pipe lit, his companion took two or three long whiffs, peed the smoke curling through the air, his face full of deep satisfaction. “There. That’s what I call comfort,” he said, taking the pipe from his mouth to speak. ‘“‘ Now, Dick, you can unload,” ‘** Ain’t in po hurry ‘bout that,” said Dick, grimly. **Guess my luck ‘ll keep sweet a while longer.”’ ‘What do you mean, you blowed young rag doc- tor?’’ growled the man. ‘* Somehow I can’t never talk biz’ness till I’ve had a puff,’’ answered the pay Saersteny, progucin from somewhere in his odd apparel a half-smokec cigar. ‘‘S’pose you favor your uncle with a light.”’ e man looked half an for a moment; then, with a short laugh, he handed Dick his pipe. Dick proceeded with great nonchalance, to light his stump of a cigar, and while doing so it will be a good time to introduce him to the reader, He was a short, well-set boy, of apparently some sy) So pe N\\\ : = SAM TH Sh) \ NW \\ Ny I tnt ALAND Aad ay ty iviarsecnic li \} i! \\\ > Ke c : | -f TTYL ea eee tee | — Nth) bot hit SST i ) A ; tt] i al PVeAHOTNATET ATEN ANAAD ALAA Anna sleteageelet sth hh HTT) Cen heP PVE En tea POLE ‘ pine tiepe ) } a theveba Ty “ Lit! ‘ ae ey / ‘ it] \ a) / 7 Th . ’ ’ yp eu | boa ‘ j eT i} HT att : ‘ ; | | Nh |) ‘| il | I) t } ' 7 tii | i iis: | 4 ~ | j Wagauaaeecee ‘ { Thre big i Y 14 TT 4 : iy 24th ie tii, TTY eT iN 11 Mi ) Ht avrpererrret rr rei re ieee ei) Veyenbes eet eereeee ; ‘ way AM ’ WW WAWORAN A ns* ~~ AA, | AWA TT a» \ SVAN) S\N } HI Mi j ri TE } | Mi | TY APALLLATIL i) \\' ‘ ; : mM AIAN " i reel pi t! Mt “a sixteen years of age, though there was the worl wisdom of a man in his Mar overs clean face. Dick laid no claims to beauty of countenance, but he had all the keenness of the genuine street-boy. His dreas was a conglomerate, seemingly made up of stray bits of cast-off clothing and long since worn inte rags. A coat, which had been made for a taller son, came down nearly to his heels, while a limp, rough-and-ready hat was set as jauntily over one ear as if Dick was proud of its possession. “There,”’ exclaimed Dick, handing back the ‘* That's what J call comfort.’’ He put his h Na the table, tilted back his chair to a dangerous ang and poured out smoke from his lips till his bh seemed enveloped in a cloud. ‘* Well, if you ain't a cool coon,” declared the with a look of some admiration. ‘If he ain't the imperdence of Old Nick himself, then I'll rens out my head for ay ges ie ‘**Dunno who you'd git to rent sich an empty. oid perp of a place as that,’’ was Dick's provoking re- ort. “T'll seton you after awhil as my name's Ned Hogan," wi CC pe. and mash you, sure a touch of apleen. ‘Wy ihiy Whi iT} Thal " \ \ i iY Mit s ‘ NIN ASIANA TMA NS Ny ith, WN \\ ut ‘ Ni iene Wine \ Mra UA URUVMALALS TAIL AALULLLAL LALA | alin till iii | et NAN a | bly ; \\\ Yr : AN —* a ~ _— r ~ — . =e erometrgilety 1 i ee ethenee eeaeeubbaua CLE LRRPRER RRR ERR hates etbeete see ettee se Aas <> AS ~ SN why Ni ’ : \ . ‘ : ; : \N » FN AA) ry) A\ \S Wy pote Pick Set ’ “ \\\\) 7A\\ yy dG oe \\ ‘ial \ . ‘ « 7 ' 4 ‘v ‘ \\ j \ ‘ ‘Va 2s a .° . ‘ “RY Ax WAS Al ly —e >, \}\ a wih re, youn 1 ¢ i . a ¥ SS * we | ° *S« itis : \ \\ \ DICK RINT HIS EYES MEDITATINGLY ON THE CEILING WHILE HE EJEOTED A RING OF SMOKE FROM HIS LIPS. (ECO AALKE