Tom Slade

Tom Slade

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[Illustration: "I SWIPED TWO O' THEM QUARANTINE SIGNS
OFFEN TWO DOORS."]

TOM SLADE
BOY SCOUT OF THE MOVING PICTURES
BY
PERCY K. FITZHUGH

Adapted and Illustrated from the Photo Play
"The Adventures of a Boy Scout"

TABLE OF CONTENTS
I. STICKS AND STONES II. HATS OFF! III. IN JAIL AND OUT
AGAIN IV. CAMP SOLITAIRE V. CONNOVER'S PARTY VI.
HITTING THE BULL'S EYE VII. "ON MY HONOR" VIII. STUNG!

IX. "BURGLARS" X. TOM TURNS DETECTIVE XI.
R-R-R-EVENGE! XII. UP AGAINST IT FOR FAIR XIII. HE WHO
HAS EYES TO SEE XIV. ROY TO THE RESCUE XV. LEMONADE
AND OLIVES XVI. CONNOVER BREAKS LOOSE XVII. THE
REAL THING XVIII. MRS. BENNETT COMES ACROSS XIX.
FIRST AID BY WIRELESS XX. TOM TOSSES IT BACK

TOM SLADE
BOY SCOUT OF THE MOVING PICTURES
CHAPTER I
STICKS AND STONES

It happened in Barrel Alley, and it was Tom Slade, as usual, who did it.
Picking a barrel-stave out of the mud, he sidled up to Ching Wo's
laundry, opened the door, beat the counter with a resounding clamor,
called, "Ching, Ching, Chinaman!" and by way of a grand climax,
hurled the dirty barrel-stave at a pile of spotless starched shirts, banged
the door shut and ran.
Tom was "on the hook" this morning. In one particular (and in only one)
Tom was like "Old John Temple," who owned the bank as well as
Barrel Alley. Both took one day off a week. "Old John" never went
down to the bank on Saturdays and Tom never went to school on
Mondays. He began his school week on Tuesday; and the truant officer
was just about as sure to cast his dreaded net in Barrel Alley on a
Monday as old John Temple was sure to visit it on the first of the
month--when the rents were due.
This first and imminent rock of peril passed, Tom lost no time in
offering the opening number of his customary morning program, which
was to play some prank on Ching Wo. But Ching Wo, often disturbed,
like a true philosopher, and knowing it was Monday, picked out the

soiled shirts, piled up the others, threw the muddy stave out and quietly
resumed his ironing.
Up at the corner Tom emerged around John Temple's big granite bank
building into the brighter spectacle of Main Street. Here he paused to
adjust the single strand of suspender which he wore. The other half of
this suspender belonged to his father; the two strands had originally
formed a single pair and now, in their separate responsibilities, each did
duty continuously, since neither Tom nor his father undressed when
they went to bed.
His single strand of suspender replaced, Tom shuffled along down
Main Street on his path of glory.
At the next corner was a coal-box. This he opened and helped himself
to several chunks of coal. A little farther on he came to a trolley car
standing still. Sidling up behind it, he grabbed the pole-rope, detaching
the pulley from the wire.
The conductor emerged, shook his fist at the retreating boy and sent a
few expletives after him. Tom then let fly one piece of coal after
another at the rear platform of the car, keeping a single chunk for future
use.
For, whenever Tom Slade got into a dispute (which was on an average
of a dozen times a day), he invariably picked up a stone. Not that he
expected always to throw it, though he often