MR. BARTLETT MAKES A MOVE As soon as the boat had tied up at Albany, and his work was at an end, Randy attired himself in his best and took a street car for the residence of the Bartletts. It was a humble place on a side street, quite in contrast to the fine residence the family had occupied in Riverport. "Hullo, Randy!" cried Jack, as he came to the door to answer our hero's ring. "This is a surprise. Walk right in. Did you send word that you were coming?" "I did not, Jack. Is your father home?" "Yes, he is just finishing his supper." "I want to see him." "Had your supper?" "Yes, I got a bite before I left the boat." "All right—otherwise I know mother will welcome you at our table." Jack went off to tell his father, and presently Mr. Bartlett walked in. He looked rather

