A Lucky Deal; or The 'Cutest Boy in Wall Street

Issued Weekly—By Subscription $2.50 per year.   Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1905, in the office of the Librarian of Congress, Washington, D. C., by Frank Tousey, Publisher, 24 Union Square, New York.
By A SELF-MADE MAN.
THE WOLF AT THE DOOR.
“I’ve been robbed!” gasped Mrs. Hazard, a pleasant-featured little woman of perhaps forty, sinking into a chair, her face the picture of dismay.
“Mother,” exclaimed her daughter Annie, a slender, delicate girl of fifteen, who sat in a cane rocker, feather-stitching an infant’s jacket with blue silk, a small pile of the unfinished garments lying in a box on a table before her, “what do you mean?”
“The rent money is gone. I had it in this corner of the bureau, waiting for the agent, whom I expect at any moment. There were two fives and five ones. They are not here now. Where could they have gone?”
“The money may have slipped under some article in the drawer, mother,” suggested the girl, anxiously.
“No; I have searched and turned over everything. The money is gone. How are we to face this fresh misfortune?”
Mother and daughter looked at one another in silent discouragement.
And well they might feel discouraged since, with the exception of perhaps fifty cents in silver, the missing money had represented their entire capital.
And Jack, the other member of the family, a particularly bright and ambitious boy of sixteen years, had just lost his position, owing to the failure of the firm with whom he had been employed ever since the death of the husband and father, two years before, had thrown them upon their own resources.
During the lifetime of Mr. Hazard the family had lived in a rented house on a side street in a very respectable neighborhood uptown and had been considered well off.