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Title: Harper's Round Table, July 30, 1895

Author: Various

Release Date: July 4, 2010 [EBook #33078]

Language: English

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*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HARPER'S ROUND TABLE, JULY 30, 1895 ***

Produced by Annie McGuire

[Illustration: HARPER'S ROUND TABLE]

Copyright, 1895, by HARPER & BROTHERS. All Rights Reserved.

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PUBLISHED WEEKLY. NEW YORK, TUESDAY, JULY 30, 1895. FIVE CENTS A COPY.

VOL. XVI.--NO. 822. TWO DOLLARS A YEAR.

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[Illustration]

JOE'S SCHEME.

BY J. SANFORD BARNES, JUN.

The sharp crackling of the gravel, and the sound of a horse's hoofs
coming up the driveway which led to the Thompsons' house, told Joe that
Ned was going to be as prompt as he always was when the two boys had
made any appointment, so he dropped his book, and ran to the door just
as a neat little buckboard pulled up at the doorstep.

"Hello, Ned!" said Joe; "just on time. I knew that was you the moment I
heard the rig turn in the gate. Wait till I get my hat and I'll drive to
the stable with you. Say, will you stay to lunch? Jerry'll take care of
him," he nodded toward the little roan, and disappeared in the doorway.
In a moment he was back again, and jumping in with Ned they spun off to
the stable, where Jerry, the coachman, promised to see that Tot should
get his full measure of feed at noon.

"Now, to work," said Joe, "and after lunch we'll start off for the lake.
Just you wait till you've heard my scheme, and you'll think it a dandy;
see if you don't."

"Well, what is it?" said Ned. "There's no use keeping it to yourself
forever."

"Come up in the workshop, for we've got to spend the rest of the morning
there, and I'll tell you all about it."

The boys on leaving the stable turned down towards the farm barns, where
in one of the vacant rooms Mr. Thompson had fitted up a neat little
carpenter shop for his son. In one corner was a first-class lathe for
all kinds of wood-turning, and across the room was a long carpenter's
bench with all the