Frank Merriwell's new idea; or, The American School of Athletic Development

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Frank Merriwell's new idea; or, The American School of Athletic Development

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Frank Merriwell's new idea; or, The American School of Athletic Development
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CAUTION No .. 512 All readers of the renowned Tip Top stories should beware of base Imitation, placed upon the market under catch names very similar to Frank Merrlwell, and Intended to deceive. NEW YORK, FEBRUARY 3, 1906. Price Five Cents 0Stop that, Courtney I" cried Merry, as he seized the Englishman's shoulder. uft's your business to teach wrestling; you can't punish any boy in this school with jiu-jitsu tricks."

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Issued Weekly. By subscription $2.s_o per year. Entered Second-class at tlte N. Y. Post Office, by STREET & SMITH, 7Q-8Q Seventh Avenue, N. Y. Entered according to Act o f Congress tn the year Iqo6, tn the Office of tl1 e Lihrarian of Conznss, W1Zs1tington, IJ. C. No. 5J2. NEW YORK, Febru ary 3, 1906. Pti" Five Cents FRANK MERRIWELL'S NEW IDEA; OR, The American School of Athletic Development. By BURT L STANDISH. CHAPTER I. "WELCOME HOME!" The old year departed with tears of regret, and the new year c ame in with a bluster of fury, raging amid storms which buried the world under huge drifts of white. January was a bitter month, with the ex ception of a few days when the usual thaw threatened to come, but, seeming to change its mind, passed on. February was a snowy month, but at last old winter appeared exhausted with his own rage, and the sun shone forth smilingly on the white world A week of fine weather followed, during which roads were cleared, the snow settled and winter appeared at its best. Towar d the end o f this beautiful week the train brought Frank Merriwell and his wife to Bloomfield. The usual crowd of village loungers was at the sta tion to watch the train arrive and depart. Perhaps it is not strictly corr e ct t o say the usua l c row d fo r the station loafers had been swelled by a number of curious citizens, who had learned or suspected that something out of the ordinary was about to take place Half-an hour before train time a splendid span of horses, drawing a closed conveyance, on the outer seat of which sat a grave, ebony-faced young darky, drew up beside the platform. Such a turno t was enough to excite the wonderment of the villagers "Gol dinged if that ain't the slickest rig I ever seen!" observed an old chap, as he ran his fingers through his grizzled whiskers and stared at the horses and closed vehicle. "Look at her shine! Why, she's var nished up like a Look at them g l ass doors There's style for ye! Gee whiz! I bet she cost as much as a hundred dollars!" "A hundr ed dollars, Uncle Eb! g r unt e d another

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2 TIP TOP WEEKLY. man, as he shifted his chew of tobacco. "vVhy, your judgment ain't worth shucks! A hundred dollars! I'll bet she cost three hundred, if she cost a cent, and I wouldn't be a blamed bit sutpris0d if she cost five hundred." "Five hundred!" exclaimed Uncle Eb, scratching vigorously in his whiskers. "Thunderation, that's a heap of money! I never seen five hundred dollars all to once in my life. Look at them bosses I Ain't they clippers, Jim?'' "They ought to be," returned Jim. "I hearn tell as how the pair of 'em cost over two thousand. That team, jest as it stands, represents something like twenty-five hundred dollars. What do you think of that, Eb?" "By gum! I don't see where folks git so much money," said Eb, shaking his head. "'Specially I don't see where that Merriwell boy ever gut it. Ever y body round here knows he lost all the fortune left him by his Uncle Asher. Jest spent it like water, a-specu latin' in stocks. It was keerless-awful keerless. It was wasteful." "He didn't lose it, Eb. 'Twas his guardeen that done that. Yes, Asher's fortune suttinly was squan dered to the last penny, and Frank Merriwell didn't have a cent left. He had to start out for hisself, and worked jest like any common laborer. "1:e done it, all right, a.nd somehow he's made another fortune. I tell ye some folks are born lucky." "Y eou bet yer !" cried Eb, finding a fresh place tQ scratch in his whiskers. "Now look at the thi!}gs he's been havin' d.one to the old place. Had it all fixed over. 'Sides that, looker them buildings they've put up on the Farnham place, which this here Merriwell boy bought. Everybody in this town is wondering what he's going to do. Is he going to start a 'cademy or a college or something like that? That's the ques tion." "Well, I guess we'll find out pretty soon ,. for here comes the train, and I s'p qse he's comin' on it." When the train stopped, the crowd stood agape until a tall, manly young fellow appeared followed by a handsome young woman, whom he assisted to the sta tion platform. "That's him! that's him!" muttered the crowd "That's his wife! She looks like a regular queen." Frank glanced around at the throng and smiled a bit. Then he nodded in a friendly fashion to several of them. "Hello, Mr. Given! Howdy do, Mr. Jones I Ah! there's uncle Eb! Howdy, Uncle Eb! Howdy, every body!" The villagers began to beam. This rich young man, whom everybody called lucky, and half the town had jealously envied, was not a bit "stuck up." He remem bered and recognized his old acquaintances. There was nothing proud and haughty about him. He spoke to them in a free-and-easy, friendly fashion. Not only that, but his wife smiled and bowed. That smile was absolutely radiant, and those who had before fancied her good-looking afterward declared that she was the handsomest young woman in the world. But now something happened that made them all stare harder than ever. A shivering, poorly dressed, unovercoated little cHap, the son of one of the poorest men in town, managed to squeeze through the crowd and step before Frank. "Hello, Mr. Merri well!" he piped. "Say, I'm awful glad to see you back home ag'in I s'pose you've forgot me, but I ain't never forgot you." "Hello, Tommy!" cried Merry, as he seized the boy's hand and shook it warmly. "Forgotten Tommy Ryan? Well, I should say not! The last time I saw you you were a little shaver. Bill Benson's bulldog had you treed." Tommy Ryan glowed all over. He straightened up like a peacock and threw out his chest. "That's right!" he cried : "He had me treed, and I couldn't git down. Jingoes I'll never forgit how you fixed that dog t You jest handled him as easy as if he'd been a kitten, and he went off with his tail be tween his legs. I've never had a real good chance since then to thank you for that, Frank-er-er-er r mean Mr. M erriwell." "Never mind the mister, Tommy. To you and to all my old friends I'm still Frank. Come and see me. I hope none of my friends in town will fail to call on Mrs. Merri well and myself." "By jingoes !" muttered an astonished man in the background. "What do you think of that? He ain't a bit stuck up." The arrival of Merriwell had found that crowd in a cynical, critical, questioning mood, but Merry had seemed absolutely to radiate good nature, with the result that every one present began to beam and feel jovial and friendly toward him. They had expected to see a haughty, distant young man, inflated with self importance over his success in the world. They had fancied he would hold himself aloof as a superior being, favored of the gods and constructed of something more than common clay. On the contrary, they found him

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TIP TOP WEEKLY. 3 very human, decidedly unstilted, arid so get-at-able that he grasped the hand of a ragged urchin and shook it like the hand of a comrade. Merry escorted Inza across the platform toward the splendid turnout, beside the open glass door of which stood a darky in livery, trying hard to keep his face grave and dignified. "Hello, Toots, my boy!" c alled Merry. The darky's dignity vanished immediately. He fo\md it impossible to maintain his grave demeanor another moment. Two rows of ivor white teeth gleamed in a twinkling. "Yah yah yah !" he chuckled. "\Vhy, Massa Frank, it sho am a sight fo' so' eyes to see you, sah. By golly you'll have to excuse me, but Ah jest can't help laughin', sah. Ah feel such a gladness that it sho am ticklin' me clean down to the ends of mah toes. Yes, sah. An' Miss Inza, mah goodness gracious, ait}t she lookin' fine! 'Scuse me! Ah clean fo'got that she am Missus Merriwell now Gracious sakes alive! Ah s'pose Ah'm sholy disgracin' yo', but I jest gut to laugh. Yah yah yah !" "I'm very glad to see you, Toots," said Inza, feel ing herself glow with happiness "It reminds me of old times the dear old times!" "Yas, Missus Inza, it sholy do," said Toots, sud denly growing very sober once more, and a shade of pathos coming to his face. "Dem were de finest times ob mah life Ah nebber think ob dem dat Ah don't jest want to laugh and cry at de same time. 'Scuse me! Ah 'spect A h'm talkin' too much. Jest step right into de caboosh. and these fancy steppers ob Massa Frank will whisk you right away to yo' home." "Home!" murmured Inza, a beautiful radiance on her face "Home! Oh, how good that sounds! Home at last, Frank!" "Home at last, sweetheart!" he softly said, as he handed her to her seat and found a place beside her. Toots closed the door and sprang up to the driver's seat. "Welcome home!" cried a man in the crowd on the platform. And then, "Welcome home l welcome home!" shouted a dozen voices. Toots cracked his w hip, and away went the spirited horses, with a fine tinkle and clang of bells, which rang over the snow like fairy music from the Happy Land of Home. CHAPTER II. FRANK'S GREAT PROJECT. On the top of a slight hill beyond the village Toots pulled up the horses and came to a stop. "Look, Inza," directed Frank, pointing out of the window. "From here we can obtain a view of the old place. You may see the buildings." Inza uttered an exclamation of surprise and pleasure . "The old place!" she cried. "Why, Frank, it's quit e transformed! Is that the old house?" "That's the old house, remodeled and reconstruct e d throughout," answered Merry. "It looks pretty good to me. You know I haven't seen it since it was thor oughly rebuilt. I accepted the plans and gave com plete directions for the work." "But the stables, Frank-why, suoh splendid stables!" "Oh, yes, that's my idea I propose to keep a few blooded horses, you know. An automobile is all right, but, for real pleasure in the country, give me horses." "It's splendid, Frank!" breathed Inza. "I'm en chanted!" "Does it look like home, sweetheart?" "It does, indeed-a home to make the heart of any gir11proud. Oh, Frank, I believe this is one of the hap piest days of my life!" "vVell, now, while you're about it," laughed Merry, "won't you b e kind enough to take a look out of this window on the opposite side? Here are some other buildings for you to see." Some distance farther away, standing well back in the midst of a thin grove, were several fine, large build ings which looked like an academy and accompanying dormitories. Inza rubbed her eyes in astonishment "Why, I don't remember them," she said "Don't you?" laughed Frank. "No, indeed." "No wonder you don't. You never saw them before. Those buildings stand on the old Farnham place, which I bought when we were here last." "Well, what are they? They look like school build ings." "They are school buildings-the most school in America. I have named it the American School of Athletic Development." "You have named it?" gasped Inza. "Why, you don't mean that you--" "I'm the projector, founder, and man behin d i t all. My money, taken from my share of the fortune be longing to Dick and myself, paid for the con s truction

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4 TIP TOP WEEKLY. world is incapable of attafning the heights to whic!1 he should rise. "I beg your pardon, Inza. I quite forgot that I've talked this same thing to you before. Whenever I speak of it I grow enthusiastic, and I fancy I become tiresome of these buildings. I think the location is ideal. The land is fairly high, and all the country hereabout 1s healthy. The spot is a beautiful one. You can see the academy, the principal dormitory, the gymnasium, and yonder by the placid lake is the boat-house. To the south stretch the old Farnham acres, and there, in the spring, my workmen will lay out the athletic field and the track." "Not to me, Frank," protested his wife. "You know I agree with you heart and soul. I suppose you have "I can't quite grasp it all," confessed Inza. "I'm besome scheme in connection with your school by which wildered, Frank. What is the project which you call you hope to aid, to some extent, in correcting this the American School of Athletic Development?" evil." "It's my pet scheme, sweetheart, which has been "That's rigiit. At West Point there's a government gradually growing in my mind for several years. In school for the training of boys to become soldiers. At this country there are numberless free high schools for Annapolis there's a government school for the training the education of the mind, for the mental upbuilding of boys to become men-of-warsmen. But nowhere in of youth, but I know not of one school for the educaAmerica is there an open school for the training of boys tion and upbuilding of the American boy's body. You to become strong, manly men, good, vigorous citizens, lmow it is my belief, my unalterable conviction, that a supplied with the necessary strength, and energy, and weak and puny body is a terrible handicap for a wellhealth to fighf the one battle that is being constantly trained mind. In recent years there has been a prowaged, the battle of life. This is my idea of the Ameri nounced awakening to the possibility of physical culcan School of Athletic Development. I can't give you ture. It was not so long ago that very little was known all the finer details and plans for the school, but it is abo1:1t scientific and methodical physical culture. It was proposed that a certain number of boys from each State not so long ago that parents believed they had done in the Union shall be admitted. These boys are to be their full duty to their children when they sent those recommended by a congressman of their State, or men chil dren to schools of mental training and gave them of influence and prominence as worthy boys who are the best education their means permitted. To-day, in need of the upbuilding physical training which they even, there are thousands of ill-ventilated, unhealthy will receive at this school. Three prominent philan school buildings, where the boys and girls study in a thropic men have agreed to act as the examining board foul atniosphere, sitting on improperly constructed to pass on these applicants. If a boy is deserving and benches, rounded over improperly built desks, and poor, it makes no difference-he'll be taken into this slowly but surely ruining their while they acschool just the same, and given the very best attention quire a mental equipment for the battle of life. This possible to correct his physical defects and make him is one of the great errors of our modern school sysstrong and healthy. I am to be at the hea
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TIP TOP WEEKLY. 5 "That's true," nodded Merry; "but I have faith, and it is my belief that I'll receive support from men of wealth when the real truth about the school becomes generally known. Already one of the big steel kings has shown an interest and is seeking accurate informa tion concerning the school. I've been informed that he thinks it a splendid project and a most deserving one. This man himself has been greatly hampered through ill health. He say s he might have done much more in the w o rld than he has been able to accompli s h had he been properly trained and ph y sically developed in his boyhood. He's a philanthropist. He has given freely to hospitals. If I can satisf y him that every thing is all right here, it's not impr o bable that he'll aid my school. He's only one. Others will follow, Inza." She took Frank' s hand and pressed it warmly. "Others will follow, Frank," she echoed. "I have no doubt Qf it. You're not given to failure. You will not fail in this, the greatest project of your life." CHAPTER III. THE SCHOOL OPENS. The school opened at the time set, with over forty scholars present and as many applications under con sideration by the committee. At nine-thirty on the morning of the opening da'y the boys assembled in the large, light, well-ventilated main room of the academy. A strange-looking gathering of chaps they were, ranging from twelve year s of age to seventeen. They were large and small, slim and fat, tall and short, bow-legged and hump-backed, flat-chested and round shouldered, thin-necked and knock-kneed-indeed, with few excepti o ns, their physical infirmities and im perfections were instantly apparent to any observer. Some were well dressed, or, at least, decently attired, but there were others whose clothes bespoke their pov erty. Two or three seemed haughty and inclined to hold aloof from their companions. The most of them betrayed curiosity and interest a s Frank Merriwell and three as"!;istant instructors stepped onto the platform and faced them. Merry's c o mpanions took seats, while Frank stepped to one side of the plain desk at the front of the platform and surveyed the gathering of boys b e fore him. One enthusiastic chap started to clap his h a nds btit Merriwell checked him with a gesture and a slight smile. Then Frank spoke t o them in a pleasant, friendly fashion, expressing gratification that so many were present and so many more seemed eager and anxious to come, although the school was just opened and the public at large knew very little about it. On this occa sion Merry had little to say about the aim and object of the school, stating that doubtless every boy befor e him must be already aware of these things. In a general way he briefly outlined the course that would be pursued with each boy who entered. Every lad would be critically inspected for physical defects, and for each one a course of gymnastics and general exercises, calculated to improve his condition, would be mapped out. Boys particularly requiring it would be given the needed am o unt of per s onal attention, but as soon a s expedient the most of them would be graded into clas s es. This idea of di v iding them into classes important to Frank, as the boys of each class would be spurred on b y their ambitious mates and thus led to do much better work than they were likely to do in d ividua.!ly and alone. He wound up with a vigorous and inspiring talk on the value and importance of physical strength and energy. As he talked Merry surveyed the faces of the lads before him, studying tho s e boys critically and sizing them up, one after another. Some followed every word he uttered and showed deep interest while others were inclined to be s omewhat heedless, and still others permitted their minds to wander and plainly failed to grasp the gist of this talk. Suddenly Merry ceased speaking and stoqd quite still for several minutes, his eyes fixed on the gathering before him. In this manner without verbally demand ing it he ri v eted their attenti on. "Now look here, boys," he said, "I note that some of you are far more interested in looking over your school mates than you are in 1istening to what I'm s aying. You'll have plenty of time to look one another over and become thoroughly acquainted. I'll see to that. While I'm speaking I want your attention, and I expect you'll give it to me." Afte r that all pretended to listen closely, even though wit4 some his words seemed to pass in at one ear .and out at the other. In conclusion he introduced to them Charles Court ney, an Engli s hman who was to be their instructor in wrestling and boxing. Then he William Roberts the swimming instructor. Lastly came Jack Marshall, the instructor in general gymnastics. "I think," he said, "that at present these instruct o rs will be all I shall need. As the school grows, which I am confident it will I shall add other teachers to t he corps. It will be my privilege and pleasure to act as general overseer and instructor of all classes all

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6 TIP TOP WEEKLY. students. Every morning at ten o'clock there will be a lecture given in this room, to which the attendance of all boys in the school will be required Absence will be permitted only on account of ill health or some other equally acceptable excuse. "Now, boys, you've come here to make men of yourselves-good, strong, healthy men, such as the world wants. I expect you will, with energy and en thusiasm, take hold of the work outlined for you. vVe want no shirkers. What we want is ambition and ginger and determination. Determination! Boys, that's a great word. Determination and perseverance conquer all things. Without determination or perse verance no one ever succeeds in the great battle of life. We're all soldiers, fighting for a place in the world. Some of us may rise. Some of us may become ser geants, lieutenants, captains, generals. The possibility of rising is something that should fill every one of you with a fine sensation and keen anticipation. "You know the old saying that there's always room at the top. It's just as true now as it ever was. But how can a man mount to the top unless he has the stamina and strength to struggle upward amid the great mass of strugglers he will find clinging to the lower rounds of the ladder? "At the present time, boys, you possess the finest thing in life. That is youth. All this great battle, all these possipilities, all these fine things to be attained lie ahead of you. You have plenty of time to get there, and some of you will get there. If you make mistakes at the start, you can begin over, for the best years of your life will still be ahead of you. With a man of middle age it's different. He can't afford to make mis takes. He can't afford to time. Time is precious with him, and a serious setback hurts him far more than it does a young man. "It's possible that some of you boys will always re main privates in the ranks. At the same time, there's a difference among common soldiers. Some who are properly drilled and prepared for battle are sure to prove the value of their training when any great strug g l e comes The poorly trained and poorly prepared soldier loses his nerve in the great clash, gets panicky, and takes flight. If you must be common soldiers, boys, be good ones. I'm going to help you. I'm going to do everything in my power to drill you and fit you for this mighty battle. I want you to regard me as a comrade and friend-one who is with you heart and soul, one whose sympathy you may ever depend on, and one who will stick by you to the end." A.t last he had their complete attention, and now there was no suppressing the sudden burst of genuine and hearty applause. "This is all I have to say to you this morning," smiled Frank. "To-morrow morning at ten I will talk to you here on 'Fresh Air and Plenty of It.' You may now go to the gymnasium, where my assistants will examine you and make a record of your needs I think that will take up the most of the forenoon until eleven thirty. From eleven-thirty until 1 P. M. ypu will have lots of time to become acquainted." The boys filed out and hurried to the gymnasium, which was thrown open for the first time. It was beyond question one of the best-outfitted school gymnasiums in the country, and drew exclama tions of surprise and delight from nearly all of those lads. An hour later Frank entered the gym. He found the three instructors still busy at work making records of the boys. At the same time many of the students were employing themselves in various exercises, having already received their gymnasium suits from the young man who was giving them out. Merriwell spoke to a tall, thin, flat-chested lad, who was savagely yanking away at the chest-weights, his face covered with perspiration. "What's your name?" questioned Frank. "Bemis, sir-Hiram Bemis." "Well, Hiram, how long have you been pulling at those chest-weights?'' "Oh, fifteen or twenty minutes, I guess." "I think you'd better stop it. Fifteen or twenty min utes, Hiram! Why, five of that work is enough for you at one time just now. You're overdoing. Don't make the mistake, my boy, of thinking you're going to become a Sandow in a week or two. Don't get the idea into your head that you'll build yourself up by jumping into this work and driving at it with all your might until you're completely exhausted. You're tired now." "I g-uess that's right." admitted Bemis; "but Mr. Marshall said I would nee
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TIP TOP WEEKLY. dully at nothing in particular and really seeming to be half asleep. "Hello!" said Frank. "What's your name?" "Lan-der, sir," drawled the sleepy chap; "Jake Lan der." "vVell, Lander, what's the matter with you?" "I don't know just what the mat-ter is, sir. There ain't no-body told me yet." "Well, why did you come here to this school?" "Oh, I ain't nev-er been very strong, sir. I'm the weak-est one in our whole fam-i-ly." "How many are there in your family?" "vVell, there's paw and maw, of course, and then there's Sam-my, and Am-a-ri-ah, and Chris-to-pher, and Hez-e-ki-ah, and Phi-ne-as, and and--" a minute," interrupted Frank. "Who are all these?" "Why, they're my bro-thers, sir," answered Jake, with a slight indication of surprise. "Evidently you belong to quite an extensive family," smiled Merry. "Go on." "Then there's my sis-ters, sir. There's Re-bee-ca, and Me-hit-able, and Je-mi-my, and Chlo-rin-dy, and Em-e-Iine, and An-gel-i-ca-I guess that's all, sir." "Well, well!" exclaimed Frank. "And you're the weakest one of the family? What has caused this singular weakness?" "I dun-no, sir. I jest nev-er did have a great deal of strength to do any-thing at a-all. When I had to lug in a liMle wood for maw it al-ways ex-haust-ed me so I jest went and laid right dow-un." "Well, that's too bad. Let me examine you." Frank hastily felt the sleepy chap over, giving him some pinches and nudges which caused him to grunt a little. "I think we'll be able to build you up, all right," said Merry, a twinkle in his eyes. "We'll put strength and energy into you. Se e those chest-weights over there, sir?" "Y-e-es, sir." "Well, now suppose you go over and get at them. Just tackle them in earnest and puli away at them for about twenty minutes." "Good gra-cious I don't be-lieve I ev-er can do it, sir." "Go ahead," commanded Frank. "Let's see you try it. Keep at it until I tell you to stop. I'll have an eye on you." Lander reluctantly approached the chest-weights and tackled them. After about three pulls he stopped to rest. To his dismay, Frank appeared at his shoulder and told him to keep at it. "Jake/' said Merry, "you haven't been exercising enough, and you've eaten too much. Now, a person who doesn't work has no right to eat. Between you and me, unless you keep at those weights until I tell you to quit, I'm afraid we'll have to cut down your diet. We'll have to put you on plain bread and water." "Good lan-d !" gurgled Lander, as he developed ti surprising burst of strength and energy. "I nev-er could sta-and that, sir! I've jest gut to my vit tles reg'lar, sir, and plen-ty of 'em." "You'll get all you need of the right kind of food if you do your work, Jake," promised Merry, as he turned away. Needless to say, although it caused him to perspire and look very weary indeed, Jake Lander stuck to the chest-weights until Frank finally appeared and gave him permission to stop. Merry spoke to many other boys, seeming to divine their needs and weaknesses at a glance, res.training them or mging them on as they required. In this manner passed the first forenoon at the school. CHAPTER IV. BOB BUBBS. After eieven-thirty the boys came straggling into a large room adjoining the library and reading-room, where they had been urged to congregate by Frank in order to meet one another and become better ac quainted. Merry was there to receive them,
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8 TIP TOP WEEKLY. "Oh, I'm an add duck," chuckled Bob. "I'm differ ent from every one else. My name is Bubbs-Robert Bubbs, Esq. What's yours?" "My name is Lawrence Graves," was the answer . "Glad to know you, Gravy, old chap!" cried the lit tle fellow, as he seized the sober boy s hand and shook it furiously. "Your left shoulder seems to be a little higher than your tight. I say fellows, isn't this the finest outfit you ever saw? Everybody is askew s o me how. Now, what's your affliction?" This question was fired at Walter Shackleton, who frowned unpleasantly and seemed to hesitate about an swering. In the meantime, Bubbs looked over and made a discovery. "Terrible! terrible!'' he sig hed. "Did they send your parents to the penitentiary for it?., "For what?" growled Shackleton. "Why, permitting you to preambt1late so early. It' s evident you began to prowl around on your pins before your little leggins were strong enough to bear you. Either that, or you got them wet sometime and stood too near the They've warped terribly." "You're inclined to be very personal, Bubbs," said Shackleton. "Somebody won't like it." ( "Now; perhaps I've made a mistake said the little fellow. "It may be you warped those legs riding a high horse. Get off your high h o rse old man. Come down with the rest of the bunch. Don't you think he'd better?" Bob put this question to the third member of the group, a boy whose face shone like a glass bottle and whose oily hair was spatted and smoothed down on his head Without giving the fellow a chance to answer, Bubbs stood on tiptoe and demanded to know his name. "Er-eh-oh, my name is Oliver Slick," was the answer. "Fits you to a T," declared Bubbs. "I might have known it when I looked at you. You certainly are a slick-looking chap, Oily. Now we're all acquainted and friendly. What do you think of this school, any how, fellows?'' "I think it's far too early to express an opinion about the school," said Lawrence Graves solemnly "I do n't believe in forming hasty opinions." "Something's the matter with your voice," said 13ob. "You're talking a little thick, old man." "Yes," nodded Graves, "I have a cold in my hea d." "Gee! you're lucky to have something in it, g rinned the little chap. "My frier d," s aid S h ackleton "you 're very fresh." "Never mind, never mind. That's, all right. Oh, say, get onto the big fellow who's hanging to the hook yonder. Wonder if he's awake?" The big fellow proved to be Jake Lander, who was leaning against the wall, with his eyes half closed, wearing an expression of complete exhaustion. Bubbs crept up behind Lander, stooped low, seized him by the calf of the leg with a thumb and forefinger, and sud denly barked like a dog. Instead of jumping, Lander slowly turned his head and looked round over his shoulder as he drawled: "Get your teeth fil-ed, Tow-ser." "Oh, wow, wow!" gasped Bubbs. "Towser? Well, what do you think of that?" "Towser Towser !" cried several of the boys laugh ingly. And thus Bob was given a nickname that was bound to stick. "Speaking about dogs said Bob, as he turned back to the group of three, "I had to leave my dog at home. Wanted to bring him with me, but they won't take dogs here. How' d they happen to let you in?" This question was shot at Shackleton, who frowned still more fiercely. "Somebody'll punch you if you keep this up," the bow-legged boy declared. "Not i: I see 'em first. But my dog is a fine dog. I call him Tobacco You see he's a Spitz dog. Oh, my, what a headache! what a headache!" He danced away toward a rather haughty-appear ing lad, who was standing apart from the others, re garding every one with a critical eye. "Maybe it isn't as bad as that," said Bubbs con solingly. "Seems to me I heard Mr. Merriwell call you Irving. Any relation to Sir Henry, or Washing ton? Say, Wash was the real hot stuff in literature, wasn't he? Take his story about Rip, for instance-I never can read that story without shedding a bucket of tears Irving, you've got a girl. That's what's the matter with you. You're pining. Now stop it, my b oy-stop it. These modern girl s are all full of elec tricity. You'll get a shock if you ever marry one." Arthur Irving continued to survey Bubbs with an air of unaltered hau g htiness. Finally he coughed hol lowly behind his hand, and the little chap noticed that his fingers bore a telltale yellowish stain. "You'll have to cut 'em o ut," said Bubbs promptly. "Frank Merriwell w o n t stand for cigarettes, old man ." "Evidently y o u k now all ab o ut hi s business," sai d Irving shrugging his s h o uld e r s and turning away. "So long-," called Bob cheerfully. "Next time I

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TIP TOP WEEKLY. speak to you I'll bring a step-ladder and try to get up somewhere near you." Then he singled out Hiram Bemis, who was beam ing good-naturedly on every one who seemed rather lonely. "What's your name?" demanded Bob, as he seized Hiram's hand. "I'm Bob Bubbs. Fellers called me Towser a few moments ago. Isn't that enough to knock your bark off?'' "My name is Hiram Bemis," answered the tall fel low. "Folks call me Hi for short." The little fellow staggered and clapped one hand to his forehead. "Hi for short?" he gasped. "Say, that's a good one. Hi, you look like a Solomon. Answer me one thing--:t-ell me what makes the water in the water melon?"' "Hey?" said Hi. "'What makes the water in the watermelon?' Why, I never thought of that. What makes it?" ''Why, you see, they plant the seeds in the spring,'' chuckled Bob. Instantly Hiram opened his mouth and let out a bel low of laughter that caused every one in the room to turn and stare at him. 1 "At last! at last!" cried the little chap, in great sat isfaction. "I've found one fellow who appreciates my sparkling wit." CHAPTER V. THE BOY WHO TOLD. "Who's that little runt dodging around like a mos quito?" asked a boy with a queer round and corpulent body and a spindling pair of legs. Bubbs heard him and instantly pranced over to him. "Say, fellers," he demanded, looking around at others in the vicinity, "when does the balloon go up? Isn't it pretty near time?" "Are you referring to me?" demanded the boy with the corpulent body. "You want to be careful how ou talk about me. If you don't, I may do something to you that you won't like." "\i\There's the professor?" cried Bubbs. "Stop that leak; the gas is escaping!" "Perhaps you don't know who I am!' snapped the angry chap. "My name is Bunderson. My father is 'William Bunderson, of Seymour, Indiana." "Hoosier father, eh?'' said Bob. "Who's my father?" rasped Bunderson. "I just told you, didn't I?" "Sure, sure," nodded Bob. "Belongs in Indiana? Hoosier, of course." "Some p eople make me sick!" muttered Victor May nard, as he turned his back on Bubbs and walked away. Maynard had his eye on Arthur Irving, whom he deferentially approached. "Say, old rnan," he whispered, "I'm dying for a smoke. Can't we get out somewhere and have a whiff?" Irving regarded Maynard doubtfully. "Do you smoke?" he asked. "Do I? Ask me! Say, what do you think of this bunch, anyhow?'' "I don't think much of them,': answered Irving. "I don't, either. I've been circulating around them some, but they don't strike me just right. You know some of those fellows are talking about you?" 'Talking about me, are they?" "Sure." "Let them talk. I don't care. What are they say ing, anyhow ?" "Oh, they think you're stuck up. They don't like your manner." "Well, I'm glad of it. The less they like me, the better satisfied I'll be. They're a lot of freaks." "That's what they are, Irving. That's your name, isn't it? Mine's Maynard. How' d you happen to come here ?" "Oh, my mother sent me. She's heard a lot about ,Frank Merriwell and his anti-tobacco principles. Somebody blabbed to hei: and told her how much I was smoking. She got onto me all right. Fixed it with the old man. They talked it over, and decided that the best thing to do with me was to send me here awhile, until I could be cured of the cigarette habit. Wasn't that silly? As if smoking cigarettes ever hurt any one!" As he finished speaking, Irving again placed his stained fingers over his mouth and coughed hollowly. "How do you think this old school's going to pan out, anyhow?" asked Maynard. "It's a freak idea, all right," was the answer. "I suppose Merriwell's well enough, but he's got a fine bunch with him. That Englishman, Courtney, the wrestling and boxing instructor, makes me tired. I'd like to soak him once." "Say, I've found out that a lot of fellows feel that way about him. They've all taken a dislike to him. Do you snow-shoe?" "No." "Going to try it this afternoon?"

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IO TIP .TOP WEEKLY. "Not if I can help it." "Play basebal! ?" "No." "Football?"' "No." "Play anything?" "Poker, sometimes," answered Irving, with a faint smile arid another cough. "Well, you'll have to go in for something, you know," said Maynard. "Merriwell is sure to get you pegging away at something, old man. Excuse 'me. There's a fellow I want to speak with. See you later, and we'll have a little whiff." Maynard dodged out' into the hall and spoke to a man he had noticed passihg the door. That man proved to be Charles Courtney, the wrestling and box ing instructor. "Beg your pardon, Professor Courtney," said May nard, glancing around to make sure no one was watch ing him a:s he spoke to the Englishman. "I've been getting acquainted with the fellows in there, sir, and I think you ought to know something. They're an awful cheap lot, and they've been talking about you, sir." time this afternoon. I think I spoke to you about him. He's the famous German doctor whom I have per suaded to come here as physician for this school. I'm not certain that I'll be here when he arrives. I may be out somewhere with the snow-shoe class. You will be here. I wish you to receive Doctor Schnitzle and look after him." "Very well, sir, I'll do so," nodded Courtney. "I'll be looking out for him. Would you mind describing him, Mr. Merriwell ?" "Oh, he's a small man, rather stout, sandy, chin whiskers, broad German accent and eccentric in his manner. r You can't make a mistake You'll know him the moment you see him." Bob Bubbs had his ears open to this conversation, and a queer expression came over his face. Seizing Tommy Chuckleson, a new acquaintance, by the bow, B 6 b drew him aside and whispered in his ear: usay, Chuck, did you get onto that? Doctor Schnitzle will arrive this afternoon. Mr. Merriwell won't be here. The British Lion is to receive Doctor Schnitzle. Chuck, I was reared among the Dutch I can do a Dutch stunt to perfection. I've got Lou Web ber fried to a crisp. I gave an imitation of Webber "Now you don't really mean it, do you?'' questioned at our amateur minstrel show at home, and simply the Englishman, with a slight frown. "Talking about knocked the house silly. TI10ught I might get a chance me, are they? What are they saying about me?" to wear me make-up at a party or something of that "They don't like you, sir. They think you're going sort, and brought it with me. Chuck, keep mum, but to be rough. Some of them say they won't stand any Doctor Fritz Schnitzle is going to arrive early after roughness from you." Frank Merriwell departs to-day." "Really, don't you know, I think they'll change their minds," said Courtney. "A lot of them need to be handled roughly. Theyhad better be careful how they talk about me. Really they had. I don't like any one to talk about me. "I don't think it's right, sir, and that's why I spoke to you," said Maynard. "Very good, my boy-very good. Now you'll listen and hear what they're saying, and when they make any particularly nasty remarks about me, I wish you'd let me know of it.'-' "I'll do so, sir-I'll do so," promised Maynard. A few moments later Courtney him self entered the room where the boys had gathered to chat. He walked about among them, regarding them all in a suspicious manner. Some were inclined to make derisive gestures behind his back, but others contented themselves in staring after him disdainfully. "Hello, Profe sso r Courtney!" said Frank, catching sight of the Englishman. "I've just received word from Doctor Fritz Schnitzle. He will arrive some-CHAPTER VI. DOCTOR SCH.NITZLE ARRIVES. When the boys tried snow-shoeing that afternoon Bob Bubbs proved to be so distressingly awkward at it that he was soon permitted to quit and watch the others. "I'll give you my personal attention to-morrow, Bubbs," said Frank. thank you, sir!" gurgled the little chap "You' re too kind." Merry surveyed Bob with a suspicious air. Some how there seemed something insincere in the boy's manner. "You're a thought Frank. "PU have to look out for you." In this manner Bubbs was able to slip away to his room while Merriwell made up a class from those who traveled skilfully o n snow-shoes. There were nine in this class, and they finally started out from the acad-

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TIP. TOP WEEKLY. I I emy under the leadership of Frank. The other boys gave them a rousing cheer as they departed. About ten minutes after the departure of the snow shoers a most eccentric figure came slipping softly down the main stairs of the dormitory and reached the outer steps ere being observed by any one. It seemed to be a little man, who wore clothes much too large for him. His swallow-tail coat dangled against his heels as he walked. His old-fashioned derby hat was pulled down over his head far as it would go. About his neck was wound a red scarf, and he had red mittens on his hands. A fringe of sandy hair bulged out from beneath his dicer all the way round his head. His sandy whiskers bristled out over the red scarf like a stiff brush. His face was florid and Teutonic in d pression . This little man paused on the steps, a huge valise in one hand and an umbrella in the other, gazing around with a doubtful air. "Great Jamaica Ginger!" exclaimed Hiram Bemis, catching s ight of the peculiar figure. "Who's that feller? Never seen him around here before." Several of the boys hastened toward the steps, where the little man stood watching them with a pair of twin kling eyes. "How do you do, sir?" saluted Walter Shackleton. "I hope I see you." "Vass dere anyt'ing mit your eyes der matteration ?" demanded the little man. "Uf course you seen me al rett y ." "S-a-y," said Jake Lander, "he talks like a French man, don't he?" Frenchman?" sneered Vic Maynard. "Well, you're a good judge, Weary!" "Yah," said the little man, "he peen a goot juch. He talks like a mooly cow. Zay, ven dit you escapement from der pasture?" "Oh, ho! ho !" shouted the boys. "A mooly cow That's one on you, Jake." "He's kind-er gol_ dam-ed sar-sy, ain't he?., drawled Lander "S-a-y, mis-ter, you talk like a bab-boon. When did you es-cape from the ca-age?" "Vat vass dot? vat vass dot?" snapped the man on the steps, as he flourisloied his umbrella threateningly. "How dit you haf der courageousness such language to use py me? I vass a chentleman uf great extinc tion." "My dear sir," purred Oli\1er Slick, removing his hat and making a polite bow, "I hope you will pardon him. He doesn't know any better." The little man descended quickly to the lower step, touched Oliver's oiled hair with his mitten and then held the mitten to his nose. "Mine cootness !" he gasped. "Vat kint uf oil do you use on my hair? It schmells like oldtmargerene undt britty oldt oldtmargerene." This caused the boys to laugh at Slick's expense, not a little to his discomfiture. "Bring me a placard, somebody," called Vic May nard, "and I'll tag this thing. Supposing we mark it Lost, Strayed, or Stolen?" "Ach, Gott!" exclaimed the little man, as he straight ened up and threw out his stomach. "Dere vass a pright poy Yah. I shall haf to gif him a leedle uf my distension. Poys, I supposition dis vass der great American School Athletic Development uf. Yah? Nein? Vass I nod c orrection?" "That's right," nodded Shackleton. "Now, who are you?" "Vat?" squawked the stranger, dropping his valise and beginning to thump himself on the chest with the ends of his mittened fingers. "Vat, me? Vass it poz zible you don't knew who I vass? Mine gootness I peen der doctor." "The doctor?" exclaimed several of the boys, in sur prise. "What doctor?" "Vat doctor?" shouted the stranger, waving his um brella wildly over his head. "Vy, to be course I vass der doctor vat Frank Merrivell sent for alretty." The boys l oo ked at one another inquiringly. "Now what do you think of that?" snickered Simeon Scrogg. "It's the horse-doctor. You know Merri well keeps horses He's sent for a horse-doctor, and this is the gentleman. "Vat? vat!" whooped the man on the lower step, growing more and more excited. "How coot I peen so mistaken py you? I vass der great Cherman scientist on all diseasements der physical anatomy uf. I vass Doctor Fritz Schnitzle, unc\t Frank Merriwell haf me engaged to supply der d o ctoring for dis school. Yah Vic Maynard staggered, clutched at his heart, and fell on Walter Shackleton's shoulder. "Oh, say!" he panted "Boys, this is our doctor! Boys, this is-this is going to doctor us!" Again Doctor Schnitzle threw back his shoulders and beamed upon them. "Now, p o ys, you haf discovered me," he chuckled. "I vass der pill dispenser uf dis great school. Yah. Take uf me a goot look, so you v ill knew me der next time you meet myself. Ven coot Mr. Merriwell found me?" "My dear doctor," purred Oliver Slick, "I regret to

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12 TIP TOP WEEKLY. inform you that Mr. Merriwell is absent at present. I presume he will return in due time." "How coot he peen absent ven my word telegraphed to him dot I vould arrife here dis afternoon?" cried Schnitzle. "It vass his duty to remain undt me gif a grand reception. Such lack of distension is a great insult to my indignity. Yah." "A doctor?" said Vic Maynard. "Well, he certainly butchers the English language all right." "I resume you vass der scholars at dis school," said the little man, as he surveyed them. "It iss efferdent der treatment uf a doctor iss py you needed. If arount me you vill collection, I vill uf you make an examination undt vill toldt you vat vass der matter py you. Stood c;i.vay closer py me, poys. Dot vass right. Distribute yourselfs arount dese steps." The chuckling boys gathered about the steps, won"What are you boys doing here? There are other things about which you can occupy yourse l ves, don't you know," he said. "Who is this?" "Py chimminy !" grinned Doctor Schnitzle, as he surveyed Courtney "Undt here's a case vat needs my immediate distention. You vill excuse me, sir, uf I look you ofer mitout delay." To Courtney's surprise, the little man sprang down the steps, grasped his left foot, turned up his trousers leg, and felt of his ankle. "What are you doing?" demanded Courtney. "Hush !" hissed Schnitzle. "Your pulse vass taking me! Mine cootness chracious, it peen awful I You vass completely upset. All your life you haf peen walk ing around der wrong end up. Hereafter you must valk on your hands uf you vish to rectify "'your tern." dering what was coming next. Doctor Schnitzle sin"Certainly you're insane, man!" snarled Courtney. gled out Hiram Bemis, seized him by one ear, and "What are you doing around here? Who are you?" gazed intently into his eyes. Then he removed Hiram's "Me? Who I vass ?"' squawked the little man, again hat and felt of his head. vigorously thumping himself on the chest. "You "My poor poy," he said dolefully, "you haf corns on should recognition me at vonce. I vass der great Cher your prain. Eet vass a great affliction. For you I shall man specie.list of all diseases, Doqtor Fritz Schnitzle describe a regular die!. Der morning in you vill eat Courtney staggered. oatmeal undt sawdust mit sour milk. For lunch you "Doctor Schnitzle ?"' he gasped, with an expression vill haf some goot tar soup. At dinner you vill eat of horror on his face. "Doctor Fritz Schnitzle? This nuttin' at all. Dese t'ree meals you vill take mit reguis the man Mr. Merriwell told me to meet and look out lation. Y;ih. Uf good luck you haf, your troubles for. Awful! awful!" vill recover from you in about eleven ,years." "Great Jamaica Ginger!" gasped Hi. "Next!" went on the doctor, as he seized Victor Maynard "Your case vill take me up. I observation clot you haf gumboils on your heels. To dese gum boils you should supply each night a blaster of cod liffer o i I. It vill dood you goot uf it he! ps you. Next !'' He pushed Victor away and seized Oliver Slick. "Py chimminy !" he cried. "Uf dis don't peen der most wonderful peculiar case you effer saw! Yah. Dis poy's prain haf had a displazement. It vass missing. Sometime when he vass vary, vary young he accident ally lost his prain." "Say, old flubdub," cried Oily, flushing with anger, "perhaps you think you're funny! This kind of busi ness don't go here You're no doctor; you're a lu natic!" "So vass I, my boy. Don't get excited "Hi, hi, fellows I" called Simeon Scrogg. out, here comes old Courtney!" "Look Professor Courtney was advancing rapidly toward the group about the steps. There was a frown on his face, and his air was one of deep displeasure. CHAPTER VII. THE CLIMAX OF THE DECEPTION. "Vat vass clot?" cried the doctor. "For me you vass to look out? Vass dot eet ?": "That's right, sir," nodded Courtney, speaking in a faint voice. "You see I am Professor Courtney, in structor of wrestling and boxing at this school." "Mine gootness Vass dot correction? V ell, vell, \ell! Vy didn't I tol' you so before? I suppositioned dot you peen vun of der bupils. Y ah. By Charge! I vass gladness to meet your acquaintance It vass der pleasure of your life to seen me." Schnitzle seized Courtney's hand and shook it furi ously until the man forcibly pulled away. "Come to dese arms right avay alretty c::.uick !" shouted the doctor. "Let me folt you to your bosom, mine teat sir." "Stand off!" cried Courtney, extending his hand to keep the little man at bay. "Don't touch me!" Needless to say, the boys were onvulsed with laugh ter, although they endeavored to repress and restrain their merriment.

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TIP TOP WEEKLY. 113 Doctor Schnitzle was not to be held off in such a manner.-Ducking suddenly, he cam e in under Court ney's arm and grabbed the Engli s hman about the waist, at the same time back-heeling him The wrestling instrt1ctor sat down with great vio lence upon the snowy ground. "You blooming duffer !J> he cried, glaring at the little man. ''Oxcuse yourself excuse yourself chattered Schnitzle. "It vass carelessness on your part. I vill hellup you to stant on my feet again.' He seized Courtney by the co1Iar and gave him a pull and a lift. The Eng!-ishman was thus drawn partly up right, when of a st.1dden the do2'tor seemed to slip, and back went, with a thud that made his teeth rattle. "Stop dot pushing me, poys !'' cried Schnitzle, with seeming anger. "I vill not stood for it 1 You should peen ashamed of myseH Brofessor Gourtney, you h a f some vary pad poys You vill haf to restriction them. Yah." "Don't touch me again!" rasped Courtney. "Don't put your hands on me! I'II get up of my own accord, you blooming lunatic!" Doctor Schnitzle drew back and folded his arms, glaring at the Englishman as the latter rose to his feet. "To me," he said, "your vords haf made der great offense. Py you I haf peen insulted. Y ah In Cher rnany ve do not acception der insult. You vill haf to vighted me py a duel. I vill challenge you der spot on to meet me mit deadly veapons at der earliest bos sible moment next year." Courtney had a suspicious air. He seemed inclined to inspect the self-claimed German doctor in a close and critical manner. Suddenly Schnitzle uttered a yell. ''See. dot, see dot, Brofessor Gourtney !" he shouted. "Vun of your pad poys mit my scatchel iss running avay Stop, poy-stop Let d o t scatchel drop you!" It was Tommy Chuckleson who had seized the satchel and fled with it. Immediate l y Doctor Schnitzle started in pursuit, wildly waving his umbrella and ut tering loud cries. The rest of the b o ys joined in the chase and C o urtney came hurrying after them Tommy fled round the gymnasium, with his pur suers stringing out behind. All the way round the building went the boy with the s atchel. As he reached the front again he dashed up the steps and disappeared inside. The pursuing lads grew hilarious as they followed the little d tor, who literally tore into the gymnasium after Tommy "Catch him, Snitz, catch him!" they whooped. On the main floor of the gym a few ambitious boys were at work. One of them was leaping a "horse," artd he came over just in time to light astride Doctor Schnitzle s neck as the doctor plunged bene h the structure. Schnitzle shot up into the air and left the boy sprawling on his back. "Stop dot thief!" he yelled. "My scatchel i s s run ning avay mit him!" Two ladders had been set to form a triangle in the middle of the room. Tommy ran up one of them and down the other. Doctor Schnitzle ran up one and rolled down the other. "Wow!" he cried, as he struck at the bottom and sat up. "Vy dit dot floor come ub so qvickness to meet me?" A moment later he was on his feet and after Tommy again. His coat tails flapped behind him, and one end of his scarf waved wildly. Tommy dodged here and there, looking for an op portunity to escape from the gym. The pursuit was so hot however, that he found he could not get out through the door by which he had entered, so he ran into the room where the big swimming-tank was lo cated. Round the edge of this tank dashed the fugitive, with Doctor Schnitzle still prancing after him. The other boys came in, but they stood back and cheered for Tommy and the doctor. "Go it, Chuc k !" "He's gaining on you, Tommy!" "Let yourself out there, Chuck!" "Leg it Schnit z old boy!" "You'll catch him in a minute, doc!"' "He can't get away from you!" "Oh, wow l wow! Talk about your circuses!" face crimson with rage, Charles Courtney burs t through the mass of boys and rushed out to the edge of the tank. "Stop this disgraceful business!" he shouted. "Stop it, I say!" "Y ah, stob it! stob it shrieked Schnitzle Courtney attempted to stop the doctor as the latt e r came round. The little man dodged the professor' s o ut stretched hand He was still clinging to his umbrella, I which he now held with the crool.4ed handle behind hin As he p a ssed Courtney, the handle caught the Englishman by one ankle, and an instant later there was a great shout from the boys, for the wrestling in

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14 TIP TOP WEEKLY. structor was yanked off his feet and sent plunging headlong into the tank. Apparently wholly unaware of what he had done, Doctor Schnitzle continued racing after Chuckleson and shouting for him to drop the "scatchel." By this time Tommy was beginning to lose his wind. Suddenly he tri!ped and fell. The satchel was slammed down upon the tiling with a crash, and it flew open. Instantly half-a-dozenmice leaped out and began scampering in all directions. Now it happened that nothing in the world could frighten Tommy Chuckleson as much as mice. One of the little creatures ran over Chuck, who "murder," kicking and flopping around like a person in a fit. T h e boys simply howled with laughter. In the meantime, Courtney had reached the steps and was climbing out of the tank, water pouring in streams fr.om his clothing. Doctor Schnitzle rushed up to him and grabbed him by the "Vere vass :ny umprella ?" he yelled. "Y 011 vass leafing my umprella to drown! Go back undt let dot urriprella get you!" "You wretch! you impostor!" palpitated Courtney, making a grab at the little man. Schnitzle dodged, but Courtney's fingers caught in his whiskers. In a twinkling those whiskers were torn off, and the Englishman held them aloft. They were false! "Impostor!" shouted Courtney, again. "Doctor Schnitzle" waited not another instant, but turned like a flash and legged it for the door. "If anypody tries to stob me it viii pe at the beril uf my life!" he yelled. Some of those boys were dazed, but a few of them were quick-witted enough to understand the joke, and the latter hasteoed to push the others aside, thus giv ing the fugitive a chance to get out. "Stop him!" roared Courtney. "I command you to stop that impostor!" "We'll stop him, sir!" cried one of the boys. "'That's right, we'll stop him!" shouted others. Then they turned as if pursuing the fugitive, but jammed in the door, where they fought and struggled in a pretended endeavor to get out of the room. In this manner they'checked Courtney when he tried to rush after the escaping joker. When the jam was finally broken and they did hurry out, "Dr. Schnitzle" had vanished. CHAPTER' VIII. A CLEVER LITTLE RASCAL. Bolivar Jones, a boy with a big head, which rolled about in a heavy manner on a spindling neck, was the roommate of Bob Bubbs Bolivar had a queer pro trusion like a knob over each eye, and the boys had nicknamed him "Bumpy." Bumpy slipped up to his room after the excitement had subsided somewhat and found Bubbs, undressed to his underclothes, rolling up a bundle of clothing. "Jingoes !" gasped Bob, starting as Bumpy dodged into the room "\:Vhew you gave me a jump then." "I don't wonder," said Jones. "Oh, Towser, you're in trouble-you're in trouble! Oh, you've raised the dickens to-day! Oh, you'll catch it! Oh, I wouldn't be in your shoes for a million dollars! Oh, I'm glad I didn't have anything to do with it!" "Oh, slush! Give me that cord. Get a wiggle on you! I've got to tie this truck up." "What is it?" asked Bumpy. "Why, it's all that remains of Doctor Fritz Schnitzle. It's my disguise, Bolivar." "Oh, you'll catch it!" repeated Bumpy. "If they do find the disguise, I'll swear I don't own it. My good ness! but there's an awful fuss over this! Old Court ney is furious! He's pumpin' fellers. He's tryin' to find out who done it." "Did it, Bumpy-did it. Your grammar's some thing terrible." "Oh, yourn ain't so much!" sneered Jones, his heavy head rolling round and round. "Jingoes I thought Chuck was in for it, but he wiggled out of the mess pretty slick." "How did he wiggle out of it?" asked Bob, as he hastily knotted the cord about the bundle. "Why, he said he knew you were an impostor, and that's why he grabbed your satchel and ran with it. He wanted to show you up. I guess Courtney believes him." "Well, say, Bumpy, I certainly did stir them up some, didn't I? What's the use of stagnating? Might as well have a little fun once in awhile." "But you'll be sorry," p;ophesied Jones, wagging his head feebly from side to side. "They'll catch you." "Oh, croak-croak!" "What are you going to do with that stuff? Where are you going to hide it?" "Think I'll chuck it under the bed now and get it out of the room to-night. I've got to get this grease-paint off my face. Where's that cocoa-butter? Here it is." Bubbs seized the piece of cocoa-butter and hastily

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16 TIP TOP WEEKLY. "I've changed my clothes," growled the Englishman. "Come, Roberts, we'll search this room." "Oh, dear!" exclaimed Bubbs. "Why do you search my room, sir? I hope you don't suspect me of any thing, sir." "Some boy rigged himself up and perpetrated that oi.1trage," declared Courtney. "We're looking for his disguise. If we find it in this room, you know what will happen." "I'm surprised to think you can suspect me, profes sor," sighed Bob, tears appearing in his eyes. "If my poor mother should know I was suspected of such a thing, she would have somet hing to say." "Yes," whispered Bolivar Jones to himself, "I bet she would say it's just like him." "Well, if I find that disguise in this room, I ll have something to say," threatened Courtney. "Let me assist you," urged Bubbs. "I think I can aid you. Will you look in the closet? Will you look under the bed? Will you look under the dresser? Per haps you'd like to look into these drawers?" The little rascal danced around and opened up every thing for inspection. Although the two men searched that room thor oughly, they found no trace of the disguise, save what remained on the handkerchief and in the wash-bowl. "Very singular," muttered Courtney, in disappoint ment. "Well, this doesn't end it. I shall follow this matter up. I'll yet discover the culprit!" "Thank you, sir, I hope you do," said Bubbs, as he bowed them out of the room. Closing the door, he added: "Not!" CHAPTER IX. THE MYSTERY OF THE BUNDLE. Courtney had been directed to Bubbs' room by Victor Maynard, who told the wrestling master that sev eral of the boys were certain Bubbs had perpetrated the imposition. \ Vhen Courtney and Roberts left the room in disap pointment after the search, Maynard was waiting for them in the corridor. "Did you catch him, professor-did you catch him?" he eagerly asked. The Englishman gave Vic a disgusted look. "Get away from here!" he growled. "You were mis taken." "Oh, no, sir," protested Maynard, "I was right-I know I wa s right I Bubbs did the trick." "Well, there's no evidence against him." "Didn't you find any proof, sir?" "Nothing of value. I presume he had time to di s pose of his disguise somewhere outside of his room. We searched thoroughly and found nothing of it." "No wonder you didn't find it," whispered Vic, grasping Courtney's arm. "You didn't l ook in the right place." "We looked everywhere. I tell you it was not in that room, boy." "That's right, it wasn't in the room," grinned Vic "I just came in from outside, sir. Some of the boys are wondering what it is Bubbs and Jones have hang ing out of their window. It's a bundle, all tied up with a string and hitched to the shutters." "Eh?" exclaimed Courtney. "A bundle? Why, that may be what I'm l ooking for." "Of course it i s," n o dded Maynard. "There's no question about it. He tied the stuff up in a bundle and hung it out of the window. If you go right back there, you'll find it." Thus it happened that, before Bob had found time to take the bundle in and while he was starting toward the window with the intention of doing so, Courtney and Roberts une xpectedly reentered the room. Jones turned pale and betrayed agitation, while Bubbs halted in his tracks and regarded the two in structors quizzingly. "Did you forget anything, gentlemen?" asked Bob smoothly. "Yes, we forgot something," answered Courtney a grim look oi triumph on his unpleasant face. "'vVe for got something that is very imp o rtant." "Very important," agreed Roberts "Dear me!" said Bob, looking around the room searchingly. "I don't seem to see it anywhere, gen tlemen. "You think you're a blooming clever chap, don't you?" cried Courtney. "You've had lots of sport to day, haven't you? Well, sir, you will pay for it! I'll see to that!" "My gracious!" gasped Bob. "What does this mean, Professor Courtney? Is it possible you are threatening me? I'm sure I don't understand it, sir." "You'll understand it in a minute, you impudent young scoundrel I know where to place my hand on the evidence that will convict yot1. Now, sir, I give you one chance to make a full confession, and you'd better accept that chance instantly." Bob clasped his hands and rolled his eyes upward toward the ceiling. "Isn't this dreadful?" he said. "It breaks my heart to think any one should talk to me in such a manner! Oh, sir, how can you do it?" "Stop that shamming!" snapped Courtney. "Don't play the hypocrite before me! I see through y o u! Are you going to confess of your own accord, or s hall I produce the evidence?" "I have nothing to confess," asserted Bob. "Where is your evidence?"

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TIP TOP WEEKLY. 17 "Outside tha t window," declared the Englis hm an. "I kn o w what's out there. Bumpy's head gave a lurch and nearly snapped his neck off short. His knees seemed to weaken, and his face became ghastly pale. "Tow er's caught! he whispered to himself. "The jig's up! He'll catch it now!" It may be that Bubbs was astonished and dismayed but, if so, he managed to conceal the fact cleverly.' Instead of betraying dismay, he glanced wonderingly to ward the window, and then slowly turned and surveyed Courtney. "That window, sir?'' he questioned. what is there outside that window?" "Oh, keep it up, you little scoundrel!" rasped the wrestling master. "I see you're inclined to bluff it out as long as you can, but it won't do you any good. Your disguise, which you wore when you pretended to be Doctor Schnitzle, is hanging outside that window, s uspended by a string to the shutter fastening." "You must be dreaming, Professor Courtney!" ex claimed Bob. "My dear sir, I hope there's nothing the matter with you!" "By J ove there'll be something the matter with you directly!" shouted Courtney, as he strode acros$ the room and flung open the window. walls. But let me tell you, gentlemen, that I think you're carrying this thing too far." They gave him no further heed but ransacked the room thoroughly, the result being whqlly disappoint ing. "Of course I'm not in a position to demand an apol ogy," said Bubbs hotly, as the searchers finished their task. "Still, I think something is due me. I have been falsely accused, as you must confess." "We'll go, Roberts,'' muttered the wrestling in structor. "I'll have something to say to that boy who told us." "Good day, gentlemen,'' bowed Bubbs, at the door. "Come back again as soon as you please. Never mind me. Don't take my tender feelings into consideration in the least." He closed the door b e hind them and turned toward his roommate, a smile on his face. "My goodness, Towser !I' gasped Jones; "what be came of that bundle?" "You can search me!" answered Bubbs. CHAPTER X. THE REAL DOCTOR SCHNITZLE. He thrust his head out and looked around for the Charles Courtney was literally boiling with rage as bundle. he encountered Vic Maynard in the c or ridor. There was no bundle to be seen! "Well,' grinned Vic, "I suppose you found it, all \Vi th his hands on the window-sill, Courtney reright?" mained staring around for several moments. His "You're a fool-a blooming fool!" snarled the wres flushed face grew pale, and a look of intense distling instructor, as he seized Maynard by the shoulder. appointment settled upon it. Slowly he withdrew into "Either that, or yo u re trying to make sport of me. I the room and turned to face Bubbs, whom he found believe that's it!" regarding him with an expression of pitying sympathy. "That's it!" exclaimed Roberts. "He's making us "\\Tell, sir," said the boy coolly, "where is the bunboth appear ridiculous, Courtney." dle ?" "Why-why," gasped Vic, "didn't you find the bun"Blow me if I know!" muttered the Englishman. "\i\That's the matter with your roommate? Look out for him, boy; he's having a fit." In truth, Bolivar Jones seemed to be having a fit. He was leaning against the wall and s haking in every limb like a person with an attack of the ague. At the same time his heavy head rolled about in a most aston ishing manner, occasionally bumping against the wall as he endeavored to straighten up. "Poor Bumpy!" exclaimed Bubbs, with an expre s sion of deep sympathy. "He's quite overcome by the cruel manner in which you have talked to me. Bumpy is very sympathetic. You shocked him." "Look here, Roberts,'' said Courtney, "these boys must have taken that bundle in after we left the room. \Ve'll search again." "That's right," nodded Roberts; "we'll search again." "Is it possible you're still unsatisfied?" cried Bubb s "Go ahead and search! Look anywhere-look every where! Tear up the floors! Sound the walls! There may be secret hiding-places under the floors or in the dle?" ."There was no bundle,'' declared the Englishman. "Did you l ook outside the window?" "Certainly I looked. Oh, you succeeded in your part of this rascally business, my fine fellow, but you'll be sorry for it! Yes, I l ooked for it out of the window, and outside of that window were half-a-dozen boys who saw me. They grinned at me. I won't be made ridicul ous, my lad, and I'll convince you of it. I'll make an example of you, sir." Maynard was filled w ith unspeakable dismay. He tried to say something, but the words seemed to stick in his throat. "Now, don't grimace and gurgle at me!" rasped Courtney. "He's laughing!" snapped Roberts. "Oh, laughin g, are you?" almost shouted the Eng lishman, as he clutched Vic by both sha,ulders and shook him until his teeth rattled. "Don't you dare laugh!" "I-I'm not lul-lul-lul-laughing !" chattered the bewildered boy. "On my honor, sus-sus-sus-sir, I'm not lul-lul-lul-laughing !"

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18 TIP TOP WEEKLY. "You, at least vowed Courtney, "shall be properly punished for your part in the affair." "I wouldn't punish him now," cautioned Roberts. "I'd wait for Mr. Merriwell." "But I must shake him I will shake him!" cried the Englishman, as he again made Maynard's teeth chat ter. While being shaken in this manner Victor caught his tongue between his teeth and bit it so that he uttered a howl of pain. ''Oh, wow I oh dear!" he moaned, clapping a hand over his mouth. "Oh, my tongue! I've bitten it I" "That' what usually happens to a fibbing tongue," said Roberts. "Stop, Courtney; you're losing your temper "Losing it?" frothed the wrestling instructor. 4'By Jove! I've lost it already, don't you know I Why shouldn't I lose my temper? These young rascals have made a blooming how of me." Roberts seized the Englishman and drew him away. "Come," h urged; ''we'll report the entire affair to Mr. Merriwell." Courtney was still growling and spluttering as they descended the stairs and left the building. On the steps they collided with a stranger, a small, plainly dressed man, carrying a valise and umbrella and wearing green goggles. This man looked like a German. "I beg your pardon, chentlemen !" he exclaimed. "I vass looking for Mr. Frank Merriwell. Could.. you tolt me vere to findt him? i vass Doctor Fritz Schnit,. zle." ?" yelled Courtney, who seemed to have en tirely lost his temper and judgment. "Here's another one of them, Roberts! They a fool, Rob, erts They're trying to keep this thing upt but I've got this one, and I'll not let him escape me." He seized the stranger and held onto him. "Coot cracious !" gasped the man who had nounced himself as Doctor Fritz Schnitzle. "Vat vass der matter? Haf I made a mistake? I vass directed to dis blace as der American School uf thletic Developments; b 1t, py chimminy, I pelieve it vass a lu, natic asylums!" "Oh, you can't fool any one with that sort of talk!" rasped Courtney. "Your pretended German accent is decidedly snide. You can't talk like a German if you try." "I haf no accent, sir.!" asserted the stranger, in high indignation. "I speak the English language wid cor rect bronounciation. Yah." "Oh, yah yah !' sneered Courtney. "Just wait a minute, and I'll see who you are! I'll show you up!" He kpocked off the stranger's hat with a single blow. \i\Tith another sweep of his hand he smashed the green goggles. Then he seized the Llan by his long hair and gave a yank as he cried: "Off comes your wig!" "Murder! hellup !" shrieked the assaulted one. "Gott in himmel I vill haf mineself to defend!" In astonishment Courtney released his hold on the man's hair. A moment later Doctor real Doctor Schnitzle-went at the Englishman ham mer and tongs. Dropping his satchel, he seized the umbrella with both hand and whacked Courtney over the head with such force that the wrestling instructor was knocked off the steps and landed sprawling on the snow. The doctor had a temper. He felt him elf in sulted and outraged, and he proceeded to jump on Courrney and pummel him with both fists. "My hair out you viii pull, hey?'' shouted Schnitzle. "Py cracious a lesson I vill teach you !" The racket had brought a dozen boys to the spot, and as many more had thrown open their windows and were looking out. At this juncture Frank Merriwell, having returned from his sno\ -shoeing expedition, came rushing up. "What's this?'' he cried. "What's going on here? Hold on, g entlemen Stop this business instantly!" He grasped Doctor Schnitzle and lifted him off the bewildered Englishman. "Who are you?" demanded Merry. "I vas Doctor Fritz Schnitzle, undt I haf peen in sulted and assaulted alretty soon since my arrifal here." "Doctor Schnitzle !" gasped Frank. "\i\lhy, what doe s this mean, Courtney? I told you to meet the doctor a1'1 take care of him. Is this the way you follow my instructions?" Looking both enraged and ashamed, Courtney rose to his feet. "It's a mistake, Mr. Merriwell," he protested. "I thought him an impostor. These boys have been raising a disgraceful me s since you left sir. One of them disguised himself and pretended that he was Doctor schnitzle. I thought this was another trying the same trick." "Undt out my hair you tried to pull der roots py !" rasped the German physician, glaring at Courtney. "Py der collar you grabbed me undt you insulted me my face to . Then, py chincher you hit me of er der head, undt my goggles you smashed. Vass it a vonder ment dot I vass as mat as plazes ?" The boys of the snow-shoeing class were gathering about and asking questions. Merry realize
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TIP TOP WEEKLY. clothing. While they were speculating over this there came a gentle tap on the door, which was opened a bit, and Hi Bemis thrust his head in. "Hello!" grinned the tall boy "How's Trix? Lost anything down here?" "Enter, Hiram-enter," invited Bubbs. "Gently but securely close the portal behind you." Bemis tipt oed into the room and shut the door. "I've been fishin'," he said. "Eh? fishing?" questioned Bob. "Yep. Caught something, to6." "What did you catch?" "A whole suit of clothes," answered the tall boy. "He! he! My room's right over this one. I hear d some fellers down below and looked out. They were lookin' up at your winder, so I opened my winder and squinted down. You had something hanging outside, and I gut curious. Kinder thought I'd like to kn ow what it was. I brought a whole l o t of fishin'-tackle with me, so I jest rigged up a line and hook and went fishin'. I hooked up that bundle--" Bubbs flung his arms about the tall boy pretending to burst into tears. "Bless you, Hiram-bless you! You saved my life! Old Courtney came in here l oo king that bundle and he would have found it if you had not ho oked it up." "I guess that's right," grinned Hiram. "I was lookin' out when I seen him chuck his head outer the winder. Say, Towser, all the fellers are onto you now But you want to soak that sneak, Maynard." "Vic Maynard?'' "Yep. He peached on you, but I guess, by jinks, that he gut the worst of it. I was comin' down-stairs arter Courtney hunted round in this room, and I seen him give Maynard an awful shakin'. Maynard was waitin' out in the corridor." 1 "Ah-ha! I know mine enemy!" declared Bubbs, striking a tragic attitude. "He shall feel the weight of my vengeance!" "He is a sneak," said Bumpy. "I thought so the first time I saw him. I don't like him, and I don't like Arthur Irving, either." "But, look here," said Hiram, "I want to know what I'm going to do with that bundle. I ain't gain' to keep it in my room, you bet yer life! If Courtney had continued to hunt, I'd thrown it out of the winder." "Return it to me, thou n o ble one," instructed Bubbs. "Your reward shall be exceedingly great." "I don't want no reward, but I'd jes t like to know how this business's going to turn out. Say, I'm afraid Frank Merriwell will make an investigation, and some body will put him onto you, Towser. What do you s'pose he'll do if he does find out you were it?" "I shall expect to feed on bread and water in a dark, deep dungeon cell," said the unter r ified Bubbs. "But, oh, jingoes wasn't it the grand climax when old Court ney jumped on the real Doctor Schnitz? Whether I'm exposed or not that bloom ing Britisher is going to have it in for me. I feel in my bones that he and I are due to clash. I suppose Merriwell will call the whole school up before him and demand a confession from the wretched culprit." "Are you going to confess, Towser ?" asked Jones. "What, me-me c onfess?" cried Bubbs. "More of your fine grammar!" sneered Bumpy. "Yes, are you going t o confess?" "Did I c onfess anything when old Courtney in formed me he knew that bundle was hanging outside the w1ndow? Not a word did he wring from these sealed lips. Only chumps confess. If you brazen it out, usually there'll be a loophole of escape." Contrary to the expectations of the boys, Merriwell did not c all them up before him that day. The follow ing morning, however, before commencing his lecture on Pure Air, Frank gave them a little talk on discipline. "Boys," he said, "you will find posted in the ante room a set of rules and regulations. Those rules and regulations were not there yesterday. You had not been given an opportunity to know what is demanded of you at this school. Practical joking is decidedly dangerous, especially to the joker. A practical joke of ten turns out to be a serious affair if carried too far. I want each and every one of you to read those rules and regulations. I shall expect you to abide by them. Those who fail to do so certainly will be punished upon detecti on. I think it best under the circumstances to let bygones be bygones. Those rule s take effect nf)w, to-da y from this minute. And whoever disobeys or transgresses them will be called to account." Then, without further reference to the "Schnitzle joke," as the boys now called it, he proceeded with his lecture. After the lecture the boys hastened to the gymna sium. There they were arranged into various classes, and set at work under the direction of the instructors. Bob Bubbs did not fail to note that Courtney gave him more than one sullen look. "Oh, he loves me-not," muttered the little fellow. 'Mr. Merriwell may have overlooked that joke, but old Courtney hasn't." Bob was right. The Englishman was 'nclined to be re vengeful, and he waited an opportunity to puni s h the boy who had made him appear ridiculous. That opportunity came within a short time, for Bubbs displayed considerable skill in wrestling, al)d Courtney singled him out for "special instructions." "You're crude in your style, boy," declared the Englishman. "You don't wrestle in proper form. Ste p onto the mat with me. I'll show you what I mean. Now Bubbs was like an eel, being remarkably quick in all his movements. \i\Then Courtney attempted to trip the little fellow, Bob wound him self about the in structor's legs and hung there like a leech "Stop that!" snapped the Englishman. "That's not wrestling!" .That's my style, sir," innocently said the boy. "Stand up properly!" flung back Courtney, giving the lad a shake. "Do the way I tell you! I'll show you a few trips."

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20 TIP TOP WEEKLY. A tnoment lat e r the instructor back-heeled Bob, but the boy twisted about as he fell, and came down cm his stomach. Some of the spectators laughed, which seemed to en rage Courtney, for the man pounced on the fallen boy, pinning him down with a knee driven into the small of liis back. "Perhaps you think I can't put you over!'' sneered the man, as he seized one of Bob's arms, grasping it by the elbow with one hand and the wrist witl1 the other. In this tnanner he secured a hold by which he might easily break Bob's arm. With unreasoning anger he gave a savage twist, causing an exclamation of pain to escape the boy's lips. Unnoticed by Coul'tney, Merriwell had approached and was watchi11g the affair. In a twinkli11g he leaped forward and seized the Englishman's shoulder. "Stop that, Courtney!" he cried. "It's your business to teach wrestling 1 You can't punish any boy in this school with jiu-jitsu tricks! You kt1ow well enough that the lad can't turn, no matter how rnuch you twist his arm, as long as you hold him pinned down with your knee." Abashed, but still angry, Courtney looked up. "He ought to be pu11ished !" growled the man. "I don't think you did right. Mr. Merriwell, in oveclook ing his offense of yesterday." 'tLook here," said Merry, "you're not employed here to tell me whether I do right or wrong. I don't like it, and I'll have no more of it." Courtney rose, his face ashen with anger. "I don't think your school will be much of a suc cess !" he sneer .ed. "Possibly not if I retain you as one of my instruct ors," said Merry. "You may report in my private office in thirty minutes." Having given this command, Merriwell turned to Bubbs, who was rubbing his arm. "Do you think he hurt you much?" asked Frank. "Oh, I dEm't think he did, sir," answered Bob. I belieV'e I have you to thank for it. You stopped him just in I seemed to feel the bones cracking." "Report to Doctor Schnitzle, and let him give you something to rub on that arm," said Merry. Then he turned and walked out of the gymnasium. Thirty minutes later Frank was writing at his desk, when Courtney opened the door and stood waiting. "Come in," said Merry. Courtney paused near the desk. After a moment, Frank pushed aside his writing and turned to the man. "Courtney," he said quietly, "you won't do." "What do you mean, sir?" "I mean you have shown plainly that cannot gov/ ern your temper. A man in your position must govern his temper, especially when he has tci deal with boys. These boys here are not strong. The most of them have pronounced physical defects. A wrestling in structor, who attempts to punish a 13,d with whom he is angry and does so under cover of a pretended wres tling lesspn, is not the man I want." "Do you mean that you're going to discharge me?'' asked the Englishman hu9kily. "Yes," answered Frank flatly. "I have written a check for you. You came here on trial; that was dis tinctly understood. I might di charge you without paying you a dollar, but I shall not do so. Here is your check. It is for a month's work. I wish you to sign this receipt." "I dcrn't think you're treating me right, sir1 mut tered the Englishman. "You're not giving me a square show." "I'm treating you more than just, Courtney, and you know it. I warned you yesterday, when we had our private talk after your unfortunate assault on Doctor Schnitzle, that I would not tolerate an instructor who lost his head in the manner in which you lost yours. You attempted to tell me then how I should maintain discipline here. I was compelled to check you. You don't your place, Courtney. You even insisted that I should make a thorough investigation and pun ish the perpetrator of that practical joke. Had you not insisted so much, I might have been inclined to investigate more. As it was, I simply posted those rules and regulations and informed the boys that they would be expected to abide by them. When you threatened in my presence to get even with the boy who perpetrated the outrage, as you called it, I warned you against it. I told you I would attend to all matters of that sort. If any one in this school is to be repri manded, I'll do so after my own ideas of the proper method. There's no use to talk this matter over any further. Sign your name to that receipt." Merry handed Courtney a pen, and, with a trembling hand, the Englishman signed. Then he walked to the door, where he paused and slowly turned to face Frank. In a moment all the rage stnoldered in his heart burst into flame. "Merriwell," he snarled, "you've treated rue shame fully, and r swear I'll get even with you for it! I'll do my best tosuin your school, and I think I'll succeed in hurting it some!" Out shot Frank's arm, and his finger pointed at the door. "Go, sir!" he said. in a tone that Courtney dared not disobey. CHAPTER XII. TRE WORK OF A RASCAL Besides the cause stated for the discharge of Court ney, there was another reason why Frank had decided to get rid of the man. Merry had discovered that Courtney drank. Al though the Englishman used liquor in moderation, as he termed it, the odor could be perceived on his breath almost constantly. As his duty was to instruct boy in wrestling and boxing, it was 1certain that some of the lads could not fail to detect this odor. Te111perance was one of Frank Merriwell's hobbies.

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TIP TOP WEEKLY. 21 It was his belief that under no circutnstances should a boy use for a beverage. This being the case, he felt that in keeping Courtney as one of the instruct ors at the school he would place a bad example before the boys. There were reasons why he did not charge Court ney with drinking. He knew the man would deny it, and beyond the odor upon Courtney's breath there was absolutely no proof against him. The Englishman would claim himself ttnjustly accused and attempt to enter into argument about it. Therefore, as there was another just cause for the man's dismissal, Frank said nothing about drink. Courtney was in a sullen rage when he left well's office. Outside he turned and shook his clenched fist at the door as he fiercely muttered : "I'll show you, you blooming duffer, that you can't kick me out like a dog! By Jove, I'll make you sorry for this I No man ever hit a Courtney that he didn't get it back with interest. I'll not let any grass "grow under rny feet, either. You have no one to fill my place at present. If you should Jose another assistant, you'd be in a bad hole : I'm going to see Roberts." Instead of proceeding directly to his room, Courtney hastened back to the gymnasium and sought the swim ming instructor. Roberts was there, having recently finished work with a class of tyros. The man had dressed in an or dinary suit, and was about to leave the gymnasium. "Wait a minute, Roberts," said Courtney. "I wish to speak with you, don't you know. Is there any one around?" "Some boys in there," answered Roberts, motion ing toward one of the side rooms. "\i\That's the matter, Courtney? You are pa1e." / "Pale, am I? I should think I might be. Have you anything more to do at present?'' "No, my work is over until three in the afternoon." "Then come to my room. We can talk there without being heard, I fancy." Courtney's room was on the second floor of the dor mitory. On entering it, the Englishman the door behind them and motioned for to sit down. "I'm packing up, don't you know," he said. "Packing up?" said Roberts, in surprise. "Why, what do you mean?" "I'm leaving." "You don't mean it!" "Oh, yes, I do. I'm through. I've quit." / "What for?" "Blooming good reaso11s. You know I didn't like the way Merriwell talked to me yesterday. He gave me a dressing down because I lost my head and thumped the real Doctor Schnitzle." "Oh, it wasn't as bad as that," declared Roberts. aHe didn't give you a dressing down. He was very mild in what he said." "Perhaps you thought it mild, but I didn't. He had no right to talk to me in that mai111er. Further than that, he should have followed up the affair with an investigation and meted out punishment to that little rascal who perpetrated the joke." "You mean Bubbs ?" "Of course I mean Bubbs. There's no doubt about it, he did the trick. The impudent little puppy made a holy show of me. I became the laughing-stock of the whole school. Every time I think of it my blood boils. Of course, he tripped me intentionally with that um brella and upset me into the swimming-tank. Now I won't stand that from any one and not retaliate. Mer riwell made an excuse that the rules and regulations had not been posted. Deuce take the rules and regula tions! The boy knew better than to make a blooming ass of me! Now, what do you suppose1 Roberts-what do you suppose this Merriwell did?" "I haven't an idea," confessed Roberts wonderingly. ''A little while ago I was giving a wrestling lesson in the gymnasium. I saw an opportunity to punish that saucy young brat, and, by Jove! I took it. I threw him on the mat and gave his arm a blooming good twist that made him set up a howl. I didn't know Merriwell was there, you understand. He was there, and out he stepped and grabbed me by the shoulder. Then he charged me with using jiu-jitsu tricks. He talked to me blooming insolent, that's what he did. I wouldn't stand it, Roberts, and I told him so then. I resigned on the spot." "I'm afraid you were rather hasty, old man," mut tered Roberts. "Not a bit 0 it. Wait until I finish. Merriwell called me into his private office. Then he started in to dress me clown again. By Jove I came near smashing him between the eyes. He told me he meant to fire me, anyhow. He said I was i11competent. But that's not all he said. Roberts, he spoke of you." c10 me?"' cried the swimming instructor, in surprise. "Yes, he did," fabricated Courti1ey. "You see you were with me yes terday whct'l we tried to catch the rascal who played that trick. Merriwell didn't like that. He said you, were altogether too forward about it." "I don't see how he could say such a thing.". "But he did, don't you know. He said more than that. He told me you were not satisfactory in your position. He even hinted that he meant to drop you as soon as he could get a man to fill your place." "He did, did he?" rasped Roberts, flushing with anger. "Well, I like that! I'll have something to say to him right away." "Hold on," remonstrated Courtney, as Roberts rnad e a move as if to leave the room. "What good will it do you to go to him? You'll get no satisfaction. Per haps he'll deny saying anything about you. He'li9keep you until he gets another man, ai:id then, he'll kick you out. You'll be a fool if you stay. You'd better follow my example and get out at once That will hurt him more than anything else, for it will leave him ith m;ither a wrestling master nor a swimmin g instructor. "'.

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22 TIP TOP WEEKLY. His old school is doomed to failure, anyhow It's a crazy idea and never can s ucceed. "I can't afford to fire up my job now," confessed Roberts. "I'm broke Courtney. I haven't ten dollars to my name. "How much better off do you think you'll be when Merriwell kicks you out?" "I'll demand pay for the time I've worked, anyhow." "Perhaps you'll get it and. perhaps, you won't," sneered the Englishman. "Anyhow, you'll give Merri well time to fill your place. Iow, look here, Roberts, I have some m o ney. I'm not broke I like you. and I don't want to see you used in such a dirty manner. Leave to-day-leave with me. and I'll h : m you enough to tide you along. Will five pounds do?" "Five pounds?" "Well, call it twenty-five dollars, then. I can let you have t.wenty-five, but I will do so only on condition that you leave without giving Merriwell notice. What do you say to that, Roberts?" "I don't know when I'll be able to pay you that money." "Don't worry about it my boy. I'll take it when you get ready, and you needn't hurry. Come now, are 1you with me?" "Yes," cried the swimming instructor, "I'm with you! I'll quit! I'll leave right away." "Good!" laughed Courtney, as he opened his closet and brought out a flask. "Now we'll have a drink on it." "I hadn't ought to drink," said Roberts. "\i\Then I take one drink I want more, and I never know when to stop. I'm not responsible when I'm drinking. I lose my judgment and never think of consequences. I'm liable to do anything." "Don't worry about that, my boy. We're going to stick together, you and I. Go ahead and take a good pull." Roberts accepted the flask and follO\yecl Courtney's advice by taking a "good pull." Although he was not aware of it, it was a very bad pull for him. Courtney drank also, smacking his lips at the finish. "That makes us feel better ," he chuckled. "I told Merriwell I'd hurt him, and, by J 9v e I will! He's a fool with a lot of money, and I'd like to wring a good sum out of him I wish I knew how to do it. The people in this howling little hamlet call him lucky." "No wonder!" growled Roberts. "He's got so much money he's willing to waste it on a lot of puny Besides having money, he has a handsome wife." Courtney snapped his fingers and struck an attitude. "His wife!" he exclaimed. "By Jove! there's a sug gestion, Roberts. She is handsome. I fancy her looks He's very much taken up with her don't you know. I have an idea that she was a poor girl and married him for his money. These American girls are all looking out for money." "Or a title," put in Roberts. "When they have money, they want to marry a duke,.or an earl, or some thing of that sort. They're erratic, Courtney. You never can tell what one of them will do. There's the Princess Chimay-think of her record. f,; "I need another drink, Roberts, and I think you do, too. Don't be afraid of it, my boy. There's plenty more." They drank again, a.fter which Courtney began col lecting his personal property preparatory to. packing up. "I'm going now, Roberts," he said. "You'd better wait until dark. Have you much stuff here?" "Not a great deal. My trunk hasn't arrived. What I have I brought in a couple of suit-cases "Then you can carry it away easily. Have a care that Merriwell doesn't detect you leaving. Here's the twenty-five I promised you. Now I can depend on you, can't I?" ."Sure thing. When I give a man my word I stick by it." "I'll wait for you at the little hotel in town. Meet me tl1ere to-night. "Look here before you go I want something else." "What is it?" "You say you have plenty of whisky. Leave me some." "I'll fill this flask, my boy. Will that be enough?" "Perhaps I can make that last me until night," said Roberts." "I'll have more when you meet me, don't you know. You'd better go on now. Let me glance out to be sure no one sees you leaving." Courtney opened the door and peered into the cor ridor. "It's all right," he said. "Good-by until to-night." "Until to-night," muttered Roberts, and slipped out. CHAPTER XIII. COURTNEY MAKES A BLUNDER. Late that afternoon Charles Courtney boldly rang the bell at the door of Frank Merriwell's home. "I wish to see Mrs. Merriwell," he said, when the colored maid opened the door. \Vith o ut waiting for an invitation, he pushed past' the g irl. \\'h o demanded his name. "Tell Mrs. Merriwell that Professor Courtney wishes to see her," said the man, his voice seeming rather thick and unnatural. Courtney was intoxicated. His flushed face and blood-shotten eyes betrayed the fact, and it was with an effort that he walked stea dily. In this condition a wild scheme was seething in his befogged brain. Now it happened that Merriwell had not told his wife of the trouble at the school, and, therefore, Inza knew nothing about Courtney's discharge. After a short time s he came down-stairs and found the man in the reception-room. He rose as she entered and steadied himself with one hand o n the.back of a chair. "Professor Courtney?" said Inza. "It seems to be growing dark; I'll call Eliza and have lights."

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TIP TOP WEEKLY. "Please don't, Mrs. Merriwell," said Courtney, doing his best to speak calmly. "It's unnecessary, and it will take time. My time is limited." "Very well,'' she said wonderingly. "Is there any thing wrong ?P "Everything is wrong in this world, Mrs. Merriwell. No one realizes that better than Charles Courtney. Look at me, madam. Here I am in America acting as wrestling and boxing instructor in order to make a living, yet I am a Westmoorland Courtney. When the present Earl of Frothingham dies I shall step into his shoes. I shall become the Earl of Frothingham." Needless to say, Inza's wonderment grew apace. She could not understand why this man should come to her and make such a statement. "The Earl of Frothingham is a very old man," Courtney went on. "He is nearly eighty and ex tremely feeble. At most he cannot live more than a year or two. \i\Then he dies the estate becomes mine. I shall be wealthy. In the meantime, live." "Why do you speak to me of this matter?" ques tioned Inza, beginning to suspect vaguely that the man had been drinking. "As I said before, everything in world is wrong. I'm going to leave Bloomfield. Your husband has done me a serious injury. He has discharged me. Had he not perpetrated this outrage, I should be in honor bound to keep within my heart a secret. I feel that I am no longer bound in any manner whatever. Mrs. well, in America you can never be more than you are at present. In England you may become Lady Froth ingham." Inza was struck dumb with astonishment. She stood staring at the man through the gloom of the waning winter afternoon. It is possible he construed her si lence as encouragment. "I love you!" he went on swiftly. "If yott will leave your husband and fly with me, I'll make you my wife! It's easy enough in this country. Every one gets di vorced. I'll take you with me to England. What is your answer ?" He stepped forward quickly and grasped her hand. "Stop, sir!" she cried hoarsely, holding him off with her other hand. "You have been drinking! You don't realize what you are saying and doing! Leave this house instantly !" "I'll not go without your promise to join me," he de clared, his reason and judgment entirely wrecked by drink. "I tell you I love you! Think what I offer you! Now you are the wife of a man who conducts a pitiful school for infirm boys. Go with me and you shall be a lady." "If you don't instantly release me," said Inza, "I shall call for help!" "There is no one in the house except the colored maid!" hissed Courtney. "What can she do? You will not call. You must promise to fly with me!" In spite of her resistance, he succeeded in passing an arm about her and drawing her toward him. Frightened beyond measure, Inza uttered a loud cry for help. A door slammed, and into the room sprang a tall, athletic An instant later Courtney lay stretched on the carpet, and Inza was supported on her husband's arm. "What does this mean?" demanded Frank. "What has that dog been doing? Has he insulted you? I'll finish him here!" o, no l" she entreated. "He hasn't harmed me, Frank! Make him go! Don't strike him agarn !" "If you try it," snarled Courtney, as he wrenched a pistol from his pocket, "it will be your last blow!" Out shot Frank's foot, striking the man's hand and sending the pistol flying across the room. "You miserable cur!" cried Merri well, seizing Court ney by the collar and yanking him to his feet. The Englishman tried to strike Frank, but his left wrist was grasped by Merriwell's left hand, while Frank's right arm passed over the fellow's elbow and was locked behind it. In this manner Merry made a lever of Courtney's arm, and a slight backward twist stopped the blow and brought an exclamation of pain from the rascal's lips. "Out you go!" said Merry, as he started for the door, forcing Courtney along. The colored girl had heard Inza's cry and appeared in the hall. "Open the front door, Eliza," directed Frank. The door was flung open. A moment later Charles Courtney went flying out through that door, being as sisted by Merriwell's foot. Frank hastened back ta his wife. CHAPTER XIV. TWO MASKED MEN. "Yas, missus,'' said Toots, "dat Courtney man sut tinly was a bad egg. Mah goodness! he suttinly must av been plumb crazy to come in de house an' raise a rinktum, but Ah rudder think he gut his medicine when Massa Frank took holl: ob him. Ah was jest drivin' in from de village when Ah seen dat man come out ob de front do' a-flyin' end ober end. He sholy did look funny when he struck all spraddled out and went sl<;iv verin' down de front steps. Y ah yah yah !" "I hope we'll see no more of him," said Inza. "He did all he could to hurt Frank. He induced Roberts to leave without notice. That puts lots of work on Frank just at present." "Ah 'spects
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2-J. TIP TOP WEE:KL Y. ."Whoa dar, Lightfoot, mah boy!" cried the clarky. "Don' yo' git so ambitious. Yo' wanter do aH de work. Dat Lightfoot am de finest hoss Ah eber seen, missus. Git up dar, Dick! What yo' shirkin' fo'? Dick sholy am a loafer when he wants to be. Jest de same, he's gut it in him to hit a two-twenty clip. If Massa Frank puts him on de track next season, he's gwine to make de udder horses go some. Ah'd jest like to ride
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TIP TOP WEEKLY. "Deuce take the blooming luck, Roberts !" he ex claimed, in a low tone. "I hope the foolish woman isn't going to die on our hands!" "If she does, you're to blame for it, Courtney!" flung back Roberts. "It was your scheme, and a thundering foolish piece of business I call it! If I hadnt been full of booze to the muzzle, you'd never got me into it." "Are you going to wilt now?"' demanded Courtney sneeringly. "It's too late," said Roberts, with genuine regret. "For Heaven's sake, give me another drink! My nerves are completely upset." Courtney produced the flask and tossed it to his com panion, who lost no time in applying his lips to the nozzle. "Now what'll we do?"' he demanded. "What's your next move, man? Speak up." "I intend to telephone Merriwell, but we can't tele phone from here. They have no phone. We haven't harmed the woman. and we 'll tell Merriwell where he'll find her if he coughs up a thousand. He'll have to swear not to put the officers after us." "What if he does swear not to do that? His oath under such circumstances wouldn't be binding." "But they say he never breaks his word. V\7 e'll make a play for the money, Roberts. Anyhow, we'll give him a good fright." "And get pinched!" snarled Roberts. "I'll bet my life we both 1get pinched for this! It's the infernal drink that dragged me into it. Courtney, you're a scoundrel!" "Enough of that talk!" rasped the Englishman. "vVe're safe here for the present. Merriwell can't find us before another day. You may as well stick it out, Roberts. I'll stay and watch this woman. You take one of the horses and ride to the nearest town, where you can phone her husband. Tell him to place the money in the hands of Bob Kirby, at the Bloomfield House. Call Kirby and instruct him to take the next train east. We'll meet him in Little Falls. Have you got that straight?" .. "Yes, straight enough, I guess," said Roberts. "But you wan to be careful, Courtney. we'll go to the jug if that woman is harmed." "Don't worry about that. As soon as she recovers I'm going to lock her in this room. No matter how much racket she makes, I'll stick to the story that .she's msane. "\Vell, I'm off," said Roberts, "and I'm taking this flask. You can get plenty of drink here. So long!" CHAPTER XV. HOW BUBBS GOT EVEN. "Good-by!" muttered Roberts, as he hastily de scended the stairs ; "good-by, Courtney! Here's where we split. I'm going to hike out of this part of the country as fast as horse-flesh and steam will carry me. You're in for about a year behind bars. I've come to my senses at last." Hastening from the house, he made his way to the stable, where he ordered the boy to put a saddle on one of the horses. ''I'm going to telephone to the sanitarium," he said. "We may be delayed here two or three hours until the woman entirely recovers." So eager was he to g-et away that he performed the most of the work in sarlclling and bridling the horse The animal was ready at last. and Roberts prepared to lead him from the old stable. The boy flung open the door and uttered an exclamat;cn of surprise. "Gee whiz!" he cried. "Who are all these fellers? \i\T here did they come from?'' "Roberts' heart gave a throb of dismay, for, enter ing the dooryard, he beheld nearly a dozen boys on snow-shoes, led by Frank Merriwell. "Lord help me!" gasped Roberts. "It's Merriwell and his s now-shoe class! How in the t'tame of all b:t
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TIP TOP WEEKLY. -''Trapped, by r eave n !" he s n a rled. "And Roberts has escaped! W ell, they ll have a good time taking me!" .He leaped to the door and bolted it, hearing the sound of footsteps on the stairs. Frank Merriwell was coming up those stairs, four steps at a time. Reaching the door of the room, he hurled himself against it. The panel was splintered, but the door withstood the shock. At this moment Inza recovered and uttered a feeble call. Courtney hesitated a moment and then again leaped to the window, kicking out sash and glass with his foot. As the door burst open, admitting Frank to the room Courtney leaped from the window. He struck awkwardly and pitched forward at full length in the snow. Like a panther, a b o yish figure sprang upon the About the T T w ) lp Op eeK y _We. receive hundred of letters every week from readers asking 1f we can supply the early numbers of Tip Top contain ing Frank's adventures. In every case we are obliged to reply that numbers 1 to 300 are entirely out of print. \Ve would like to call the attention of our readers to the fact that the Frank Merriwell Stories now being published in hook form in the Medal Library are icclnsive of thes e early numbers. The ftrst book to appear was No. 150 entitled "FrankMerriwell's Schooldays." We iriv'? hre.with a c:>mplete list of all the stories that have been pubhshed u1 book form up to the time of writing. We will be glad t o send a fine colored cor catalogue of the Medal Library which ia just filled with good things for boys, upon receipt of a onecent stamp to cover postage. The Price f Tho Books 11 Tea teat per Copy. At all Newsdealers Frank Merrlwell at Yale. Medal No. 205. lOc. Frank Merrlwell Down South. Medal No. 189. lOc. Frank Merrlwell in Camp. Medal No. 258. lOc. Frank Merrlw.,11 in England. Medal No 340. lOc. Frank Merrlwell in Europe. Medal No. 201. lOc. Frank Merrlwell In Maine. Medal No. 276. lOc. Frank Merrlwell o n the Road. Medal No. 300. lOc. Frank Merrlwell's Athlete s. Medal No. 233. lOc. Frank Merrlwell's :Bicycl e Tour. Medal No. 217. lOc. Frank Merrlwell's Book of Physlcal Development. Diamond Hand-Book No. 6. lOc Frank Merrlwell's :Bravery M edal No. 193. lOc. Frank Merrlwell's Champions Medal No. 240. lOc. t;:rank Merrlwell's Chase. M edal No. 271. lOc. I' rank Merrlwell' s Chums. Medal No. 167. lOc Frank Merrlwell's Coll e ge Chum. Medal No. 312. lo"c: Merrlwell' Courage. Medal No. 225. lOc. Frank Merrlwell's Cruise. Medal No. 267. lOc. Frank Merriwell's Dani:er. Medal No. 251. lOc. Frank Merrlwell's Daring. Medal No. 229. lOc. Frank Merrlwell's Fame. Medal No. 308. lOc. Frank Merrlwell's First Job. Medal No. 284. lOc. Frank Merriwell's Foes Medal No. 178. lOc. Frank Merriwell's Fortune. Medal No 320. lOc. Fra11k Merrlwell's Great S c h eme. Medal No. 336. lOc Frank Merrlwell's Hard Lurk. Medal No. 2!l2 loc: Fraak Merrlwell's Hunting Tour. Medal N. 197. lOc Frank Merrlwell' Loyalty. Medal No 254. loc: Frank Merrlwell's New Com e d ian. Metia! No 324. lOc Frank Merrlwell's Opportunity. Medal No. 2!1. loc: Frank Merrlwell' Own Company. Medal No. 304. lOc. Frank Merrlwell'e Problem. Medal No. 316. lOc. Frank Merrlwell's Prosperity. Medal No. 32!. lOc. Frank Merrlwell"s Protege. M edal No 296. lOc. Frank Merriwell's Race. Medal No 213. lOc. Frank Merrlwell' s Return t o Yale. Medal No. 244. lOc. Frank Merrlwell's S chool-Days. Medal No 150. lOc. Frank Merrlwell's Secret. M edal No 247. lOc. F r ank Merrlwell's Sktll. Medal No. 237. lOc. Franlt Merrlwell' Sports Allc.J. Medal No. 209. lOc. Frank Merrlwell' s Stage Hit. M edal No. 332. lOc. Frank Merrlwell's Strugg le. M edal No. 280. lOc. Frank Merr!wel! s Trip Wes t. M edal No. 1 8 4. lOc. Frank Merrlwell's Vacation. M edal No 262. lOc., man's shoulders. Bob Bubbs was there. He drove his knee into Courtney s back, at the same time grasping the Englishman s wrist with one hand and his elbow with the other. In this manner he twisted Courtney's arm and held him helpless on his stomach. -"That's a mighty fine trick you taught me, pro fessor!" chuckled the little fellow. "How do you like it?" From the broken window Merri well called: "Hold him Bob! The boys are c o ming to help you! Don't let him escape!" "Oh, I don't need any help," declared Bubbs. "He's just as gentle and quiet as a little lamb." Ten minutes later Charles Courtney, with his arms tied behind his back, stood facing Frank Merriwell. "Courtney ," said Frank, "I'm sorry for yop. You're a fool but you're a dangerous fool. It isn'f good for the community that such a man should be running at large. I think this little piece of bu s iness will place you where you'll have l o ts of time to repent, for I give y o u my assurance that I shall do my best to land you in prison. R o berts, poor fool, may go for all I care, since you tempted him with drink; but your race is run Then Merry turned and placed his hand on Bob Bubbs' shoulder. / "My boy," he observed, with the slightest possible smile on his face "you're an apt pupil. You learn your less ons well, and I think you'll graduate frgm my school with high honors." THE END. The Next Number (613) Wiii Contain FRANK MERRIWELL'S TROUBLES; I OR, Enemies of the School. -. Toots on the Trail-A Little Argument With McCord. The Captive-Courtney's Escape-Maynard's Story. Slick Oliver-Deacon Elnathan Hewett-Mrs Hewett Puts Her Foot Down-The Night Freight-Untroubled by His Troubles-Frank's Visitors-The Visitors Depart Hurriedly-From the Flames. Beware of cheap imitations of the Tip Top Weekly. Frank and Dick Merriwell and their friends appear only in the pages of Tip Top. BURT L. STANDISH writes exclus ively for Tip Top and has been the author of the ONLY and ORICINAL Merriwell stories for over nine years.

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BOYS! BOYS! BOYS! l ,, TIP TO. P FREE POST CARDS!, T the present time over one .hundred thousand .copies of "TIP TOP" are sold throughout the United States every week! There are many good reasons why boys like "TIP TOP" better than any other five cent weekly publication. Why do YOU like it? We have prepared a set of six handsome post cards, which we will send to every boy who will write and give us his opinion of "TIP TOP." These cards are illustrations of Frank Merriwcll, Brad Buckhart, Obediah Tubbs, Joe Crowfoot, Dick Merriwell, and Cap'n Wiley. They are printed in many colors and will be a fine addition to any boy's collection of post cards. Write now. They are free. I STREET SMITH I PUBLISHERS NEW YORH.

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... TIP TOP WEEKLY. NEW YORK, February 3, 1906. TERM5 TO TIP TOP WEEKLY MAIL SUBSCRIBER.S.(Postage Free.) !Haste Coplea or Back Number., Sc. Each. 3 months ................ 65c. I Oneyear ........................ $2.50 4 months....................... 850. 2 copies one year .............. 4.00 6 months ....................... $1.25 1 copy two years .............. 4.00 How to Send llloney-By postrofH oe or express money order, r egistered letter, bank check or draft, at our risk. At your own risk if sent by currency, coin, or postage stamps In oro"'6ry letter. Receit>ts-Reoelpt ot your remittance is aoknowledgpd by proper change or number on your lahel. If not correct you have not been properl7 credited, and should let us know at once. .STREET 6' 5MITH'S TIP TOP WEEKLY, 79-89 Seventh Avenue, New York City. TIP TOP ROLL OF HONOR.. Following the suggestion of Mr. Burt L. Standish, that appeared in his letter to Tip Top readers in No. 480, the following loyal Tip Toppers have won for themselves a place on our Honor Roll for their efforts to increase the circulation of the King of Weeklies. Get in line boys and girls and strive to have your name at the head of the list William Alkire, 295 Laurel St., Bridgeton, N. J. z. T. Layfield, Jr., Montgomery, Ala. J. 0. Byrum, Chattanoga, Tenn. Wm. Schwartz, New York City. Edw. W. Pritner, Curelsville, Pa. H. D. Morgan, Indianapolis, Ind. 'Vm. A. Cottrell, Honolulu, H. I. J. (Pop) H Birmingham, Ala. Roy R. Ball, 902 Olive Street, Texarkana. Fred F. Blake, 1512 E. 10 St., Kansas City, Mo. The names of other enthusiastic Tip Toppers will be added from time to time. Send in the result of your efforts to push the circula tion of your favorite weekly and win a place on the Roll of Honor. APPLAUSE. Owing to the number of letters received, the editors of Tip 'Top cannot undertake to secure their publication under six weeks. Those who contribute to this department must not expect to see them before that time. Allow me to again add a "mite" to the Applause column of the world's best publication, viz.: TIP TOP WEEKLY. First I mu s t congratulate Street & Smith for publishing such a weekly ?.S the renowned TIP ToP. To Mr. Burt L. Standish words of praise are flowing from every quarter of the globe, and he is c e rtainly entitled to all of it. I am an old reader, and am proud 10 own to my friends that I read TIP ToP Every successful f i rm always has cheap imitators, and Street & Smith is no ex ception to the rule. That TIP ToP is successful is not doubted, i f for no othe r reason than that it has so many cheap imita tions which are intended to catch the unwary, although they never "get" the same person twice. For nothing less than curiosity I read one of them, and how they are kept on the market is a mystery that the famous Nick Carter would think over for quite awhile. The baseball story in it was about onenot Frank Merriwell. of TIP ToP fame-%,vho played all nine po sitions on a baseball team. Take, for instance, a theatrical If it has no plot it is not very interesting. And m. a book, 1 there is but plain sailing," is there anythmg to h old the att...nt10n of a reader? Well, this chap played all nine positions, because the other members of the team were a little "shaky." The first inning he pitched, the next he played short, and so on till he had played every position. That's all the "plot" I saw in the book, and if there was more then I failed to see it. I am a D orisite first, last, and all the time. Of the "fellers," I like Dick first, and Brad comes a close second, and I don't like Smart a bit(?). Even the "vi llains come in for a little. re:;pect from me, for do they not help to make TIP ToP what 1t 1s to-day? Oh, my! but why didn't Dick say the word to Doris in last week's TrP ToP? It is to be hoped that our hero and his friends come to Norfolk during I907, when the Jamestown Tercentennial Exposition is being held. This exposition will celebrate the three hundredth anniversary of the birth of our great '.Ind glorious nation. North, South, East, and West are now as mseparable as am I from TIP TOP. To our English cousins as:ross the "blue" I extend a hearty invitation to. come across and sojourn in Norfolk during I907.' I do not wish to take all the room in the Applause, so I will re tire in favor of TIP ToP forever. Respectfully yours, HENRY CLAY. I6I Falkland Street, Norfolk, Va. The namesake of the Virginian orator shows that he has caught a spark of the great statesman's fire. He has discovered, with a host of other readers of TrP ToP, that an imitation of anything that h as real merit falls way below the original. TIP ToP has always had imitators, but they put forth such feeble productions that boys who wanted good live stories refused to read them, and stuck to their old standby, TIP ToP, the king of weeklies. As I have been a con stant reader of TIP Top for a period of four years, I thought I would write once more, telling you how much I like it, as it is a pleasure to read TIP ToP. I would like to correspond with my other brother readers, to see which character they like best and other things. I am also c ollecting postal cards, and would be willing at any time to exchange postal cards with any of my brother readers. I like Dick and Frank best of all; then Brad, Cap'n Wiley, and Stretcher. As this is my third or fourth time, telling you how much I am interested in the famous TIP ToP WEEKLY, I think I will stop. I will close, with three cheers to the famous Burt L. Standish and Street & Smith. Very respectfully c. G. FFEIFFER. I23 West Government Street, P ensa cola, Fla. The Northern readers of TIP ToP will .. 1ave a chance to get pictures of sunny Florida, and just at a season when they wish they were where it is so warm and comfortable. I have been a reader of TIP ToP for several years, and enjoy it more than any other book of its kind published, and can hardly wait for each is sue to come out. I always read tl1e Applause, and can't remember of ever seeing a letter from this section, so I write this to let you know that the northern and western parts of the country are not the only ones that admire TIP ToP, for I can vouch for Virginia. Dick is my favorite, and my opinion is that he will marry June Arlington. Hoping this will not find its way to the waste-basket, as it is the first I have seen from this place, will close, wishing Dick success in his career at school now that h e is back. I save souvenir postal cards. I will exchange with those who express a wish to do so by mentioning it in the Applause columns. "A TIP Top ADMIRER." Lexington, Va. Virginia is a State that has shown up strong in the Applause from time to time. vVe are gladto welcome your town to your State's representation. This is the first letter I have written to this column. I am not a subscriber of your king of weeklies, but I manage to get the paper every week as near as possible. I am ve ry well pleased with TIP ToP, and believe it is justly styled the "king of weeklies." Some of my boy friends and myself wish to obtain back numbers of the paper, and we would be pleased if

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TIP TOP WEEKLY. you could send us a catalogue of back numbers, prices of quarterlies, etc. With three cheers for Burt L. Standish, Street & Smith, and with hopes that this will escape the "W. B.," I remain, WALTER J. BERBES. Humphreys, Neb. The quarterlies are out of print. We will mail you a catalogue in a few days. I have been trying to frame up a "spiel" with which to eipress my appreciation of your weekly, but I find it beyond me. I only ha ve to say this, that I am a busy man, and don't have time to read much, but I always find time to read TIP ToP. What there is in it to so fascinate a person I can't say, unless it is the naturalness of the characters. Rob Rioden is cer tainly the limit. He certainly got his from Dick. Well, I will stop chewing the rag. Please accept the above, from Orland9, Fla. "A FLORIDA CRACKER." Nothing the matter with your "speil"; don't worry. I thought I would write you these few lines, hoping to have you publish my praise for the "king of weeklies," TIP TOP. I think it is just the greatest book ever, and I thank my lucky stal'S for the day I first saw TIP ToP It is entirely different from other books. Please send me a catalogue of TIP ToP from No. I to date, as I want to buy a lot of back numbers. I would like to correspond with little "Brown Eyes." As I have taken up a great deal of space, I will close, with a tiger for Street & Smith and a merry "hurrah!" for Burt L. Standish. I will fight to the death for dear TIP ToP. Youts truly, I509 Dolore Street, San Francisco, Cal. Ell.LE CoMYNS. We have mailed you a catalogue, and hope that you find what pleases you. Remember that all TIP ToP stories issued before No. 304 are out of print, except in our Medal Library. As I never have written to the Applause, I think it's time I was expressing my opinion of your "king of weeklies." I have been reading your celebrated TIP ToP for over three years, and I am ready to read it another thirty years, as long as Frank or Dick Merriwell are the main characters in it. Now about F. and D.'s friends. First of all, I like Jack Diamond, next Brad Buckhart, Bart Hodge, Bob Singleton, Bruce Browning, Dave Flint, and last, but not least, Harry Rattleton. Of the girls, I like Elsie Bellwood and Doris Templeton. I would like to correspond with any of the readers of TIP ToP. Hoping this weary letter will not find the trash basket, I remain, Yours truly, THOMAS D. BERRY, JR. 420 Bedford Avenue, Bedford City, Va. May you always read TIP ToP and enjoy it as much thirty years from now as you do to-day. I have been reading the TIP ToP for over two years now, but I have read a great number of the back numbers, though I haven't been able to get any numbers as far back before Frank entered Yale. I have met a great deal of opposition from friends, but I have told them to read it themselves, and the r esult was all in favor of the TIP ToP. I am reading all the Merriwell stories which are being pub lished in the Medal Library, so I think I will be able to make tip for what I have lost. I like Frank and Dick, with Bart and Brad close on behind. I see a lot of readers are advising Burt L. Standish about how to marry Dick. Well, in one of the late numbers of the Merri well stories in the Medal Library, I quote Bart Hodge: "If Frank marries for at least five years yet, he is no friend of mine." Frank was then about nineteen or twenty years old, and Dick can't be more than seventeen, so he has a long while to wait yet. So let all who talk of his marrying let up on it, for Burt L. Standish knows what he is doing. I would like to correspond with any of the readers of TIP ToP, be they boy or girl, and I will exchange post-cards with any one. Well, I had better close this long letter, or it will go to the waste-basket; so, with three cheers for Burt L. Standish, Street & Smith, and all the loyal readers of TIP ToP, I will close. Will you please send me a catalogue of the TIP Top? Thanking you for it in advance, WM. AsHBRIDGE. (03 North Fifteenth Street, Philadelphia, Pa. 1 You have hit upon the right solution of the marrying question. Dick is too young, and give Mr. Standish a chance to put Dick through his paces before finding him a bride. A cata logue of our publications will be mailed to you in a few days. In reading over the Appl ause column I have failed to see any name from this corner of the world. So I will try and express my opinion of TIP ToP WEEKLY and its numerous characters I have been a reader of TIP ToP for the last five years, and have never missed a number. The reason I enjoy the paper i s because I am a member of the Mt. Vernon Baseball Team and also the High School Football Team. This is a college town of about twenty-two hundred inhabitants. I like June the be s t of all the girls. Chet Arlington is a "snake." Porfias de! Norte must be "Satan ." I hope he su rely is dead this time. Frank and Bart, Dick and Brad are the best, and the r est are all 0 K. Would say more, but it would make too long a letter for publication. Long life to TIP ToP Although this is a long letter, I hop e you will publish it as soon as pos s ible, as I want the ot her kids to know that I am not ashamed to read TrP ToP. From a true TIP ToP admirer, LLOYD GoooHUE. Mt. Vernon, Ia. You need not be ashamed of reading TIP ToP the weekly which has the largest circulation of all similar publications. It is found in all homes where clean, wholesome, and stimulating literature is read. Men and women and girls read TIP ToP as well as the boys. And besides, profes s ional people-doctors, law yers, architects, etc.-read it with as much zest as young men. So, you see, you are in good company when you champion the "ideal publication for the American youth." You will find that after you leave school and college you have not outgrown TIP ToP. You will continue to read it for many years to come, and enjoy it as much as you did when yo"u read it the first time. As I been a reader of the king of weeklies for the past seven years, I thought I would send in a few words of praise for this noble book. .This book should be read by all youths of this great nation. Every reader of this great book should try and get others to read it thereby doing a great amount of good, as it would surely help them. Mr. Burt L. Standish is a master of the pen. His description of football is simply great. As I am a football player and manager of the Con stantine Football Team, I can see that he understands the game. I like all the characths. Of course Dick and Frank stand way ahead of the others. The characters of this book could not be better chosen. I am a collector of old coins and souve nir po sta l cards, and will exchange with any of the readers of the TIP ToP. t I have some fine v iews of old Constantine, the prettie s t town in southern Michigan. I would like to correspond with a Kansas Lassie. Vl' ill now bring this long letter to a close, hoping to see this in print. I remain, ever a TIP Top admirer, Box 594, Con s tantine, Mich. DE Loss DAVIS. Our readers never have to complain that the author does not know what ije is writing about. This often occurs in regard to stories of football baseball, and other sports which appear in weeklies that feebly try to imitate TIP ToP. As I have never seen a letter from the capital of New Bruns wick, I thought I would write one. I have just finished reading TIP ToP No. 497. The only weeklies I read are the TIP Top and Brave and !Jold. I think TIP ToP beats them all. Frank is my favorite. Dick is all right, but I don't think he can ever come up to Frank. Doris is the girl for Dick. As this is a short letter, I hope it will appear in the Applause column as soon as possible. I will exchange sonvenir post-cards with any of the readers of TIP ToP. As it is getting along toward the last of the year, I will close, wishing you all a merry Christmas, Fredericton, New Brunswick, Canada. KARL CLARKE. By making TIP ToP and B rave and Bold your weekly reading you have made a good selection. It means that you will always have at hand bright, clean stories which will never fail to interest you.

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PROF. FouRMEN: As I have been reading the TIP ToP for a number of years, I take the liberty to ply a few questions. I am very well developed all over, but the muscles of my arm are weak. I think that I received it in throwing too hard and for too long a time and I want to know how I can restore it to its original condition. The TIP ToP has done more for me than all the rest of the books put together. I have stopped smoking. Thanking you in advance for the answer, I remain, Llano, Tex. "A LLANO T1P TOPPER." Yo u have probably strained the arm at some point. What it needs is complete rest. Every time you pitch it is strained anew. When you go to bed, place a cold, wet towel around t he affected part, and put a dry towel around that. Let both towels remain on all night. PROF. FouRMEN: I have been a reader of T1P Tor a long while, and say that there is no other publication that can claim merit as it can. \Viii you please tell me what you think of my measurements? Age, I9 years 6 months; height, S feet 4 inches; weight, I30 pouncfs, stripped; n eck, I4 inches; shoulders, 42 inches; chest, 35 inches; waist, 29 inches; hips, 34 inches; thighs, 18Y, inches; calves, 13 inches; biceps, 10Y, inches; forearm, 10 inches; wrist, 7 inches. Thanking you in advance, I remain, a stanch Tip Topper, M. E. M Knoxville, Ia. You are a pretty solid chunk of humanity, and no doubt could hold your own in a rough and tumble. PROF. FouRMEN : I have been a constant reader of the TIP ToP for several years. I also take great interest in all athletic games. I take the liberty of asking you a few questions. I am 15 years old; height, 6 feet; weight, IS2 pounds; chest, normal, 34 inches; expanded, 36 inches; neck, I4 inches; waist, 32 inches ; wrist, 7 inches; forearm, IO!/, inches; muscles of arm, con tracted, I2 inches; shoulders, from tip to tip, 17 inches; thigh, 20 inches; calf, I3 inches. Please tell me which are my weak p o ints and which are my strong, and how to develop and remedy ;::1y defects. Respectfully yours, LESLIE C. WADDELL. Pittsburg, Pa. One hundred and fifty pounds is a good weight, but not for a "six-footer." You need a general rounding out, but p_ropcr in gymnastics will develop you. PROF. FouRMEN: Having read a good many TIP ToP WEEKLIES, take pleasure in asking a few questions. I am I2 years 8 months old; weight, 92 pounds; chest, normal, 27 inches; ex panded, 3I inches; thighs, I6 inches; hips, 28 inches; waist, 27 inches; neck, I2 0 inches; biceps, 8 inches; wrist, s inches; calves, I2 inches; ankle, 90 inches I. What are my weak points? 2. How can I become a runner and a football player? 3. Does riding a bicycle strengthen the hips and legs more than running? I remain, yours, WALTER DAvrs. Richmond, Ind. T. Though I hwe rN ynur beil!ht, your other measurements seem to be fair for one of yuur w..:i"ght and age. 2. By pract1smg every opportunity you get you can develop into a good runner, but you are too light to p lay football at present. 3. Bicycle riding and running both have thei r advocates You will not go amiss, whichever exercise you decide upon. It would be better, however, to take both, alternating one with the other. PROF. FouRMEN: I have read TIP ToP for about three years, and think it's fine. vVould you kindly look at my measurements and tell me what you think of them? Age, IS years; height, S feet; weight, IOO pounds; neck, I2 inches; shoulde rs across, 15Y, iFiches; chest, normal, 27 inches; expanded, 30 inches; waist, 26 inches; thigh, I7 inches; calf, I2 inches; a nkle, 8 inches; biceps, IOY, inches; forearm, II inches; wrist, 6 inches. What are my weak and strong points? I can put a hundredweight of sugar on my shoulder. I can do most any trick. I stand on my hands. Is that good? What exercises should I take? Could I become an athlete? I am a good runner, and can jump good. I will write soon again Wishing Burt L., Street & Smith, and yourself a long life, I remain, A TRUE BLUENOSE. Halifax,. Nova Scotia. The thing for you to do is to go into a good gymnasium and train for general, all-around development. Later on, you will find that there will be some one thing that you are able to do best. It might be running, jumping, putting the shot, etc. When you do find out what your abilities are you will n a turally try to develop them to the fullest extent. But take your gymnasium course first; this is the only way that anybody can find out what he is able to do the best. PROF. FouRMEN: As I am a constant reader of TIP ToP, kindly tell me what exercise I could take to grow tall. I am I8 years 9 months old and 5 feet 5Y, inches tall. Is dumb-bell exercise good? Would staying out late nights stop growth, and what time should a boy of my age go to bed? Waiting for answer, BOSTON, MASS. You have two or three years in which to grow taller, so do n o despair. You might grow severa l inches in that short space of time. Bad habits, like smoking, drinking, and keeping late hours, will retard your [;rowt h about as quickly as anything. A growing boy needs plenty o f sleep. Get eight hours-nine will not hurt you-and remember that one hour before midnight is better than two after that hour. In other words, go to bed about nine or ten o'clock. PROF. FoURMEN: Being a reader of TIP ToP, I take the liberty to ask you a few questions. My measurements are as follows: Age, IS years 9 months; height, s feet IO inches; weight, I47 pounds; neck, I40 inches; biceps, I2Y, inches; forearm, I2 inches; wrist, 7 inches; waist, 29 inches; across shoulders, I8 inches; thigh, 20Y, inches; calves, I40 inches; ankles, 9 inches. I am a pitcher on our high school baseball team. I pitch about one game a week, and my arm never gets sore and never gives out c!uring a game The average number of hits gotten off me in

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TIP TOP WEEKLY. 31 five ga,11es was five and three-fifths, or thirteen hits in five games. But I pitched more than that this year. I. How are my measurements? 2. What are my weak points? 3. Do you think I would ever make a successful pitcher? 4. How ca n I develop speed? Thanking you in advance, I remain, yours truly, Fairbank, Ia. WILBER FINCH. A Jew more pounds in weight would make you better pro portioned. Your biceps are too small, but proper exercise will de v elop them. You ought to be able to make a good pitcher if you practise diligently. You wiJ! develop speed in time. Play as many practise games as possible without tiring your arm, and you will gradually acquire it. PRoF. FouRMEN: How are my measurements? Height, 5 feet 8 inches; weight, I4I pounds, dressed; neck, 14 inches; shoul ders, 17 inches; around, 42 inches; chest, normal, 37 inches; expanded, 38 inches; waist, 27 inches; arm, 12 inches; forearm, l t inches; hips, 3S inches;. thigh, 20 inches; calf, 14 inches; ankle, 9 inches; age, 17 years. I take deep-breathing exercises every night a nd morning for about fifte en minutes each time. I. How is this? 2. Can I become a good all-around trac k and field athlete? Here are some of my records: Hundred yards, IO l-S seconds; running high jump, 4 feet IO inches; running broad jump, 13 feet; standing broad jump, 8 feet 7 inches How are th ese records? Hoping this shall reach you in the n ea r future, I remain, yours truly, So AND So. By taking a course in an up-to-date gymnasium for the next yea r or so, faithful work should begin to tell. If you are properly trained, there is no reason why you shou)d not make a good athlete. Your records are very good. PROF. FoURMEN: As I have been reading TIP ToP for about two years, and never sent my measurements in, I think that th e re had ought to be a little room there for mine. My measre ments are: Age, 15 years; weight, 131 pounds; height, s feet s inches; calves, IS inches; thigh, left, 19 inches; right, 19 inches; wrist, left, 6Y, inches ; right, 6Y, inches; bicep, l eft, 12 inches; right, 12 inches; forearm,' left, IO inches; right, 9Y, inches; waist, 30 inches; neck, 15 inches; chest, relaxed, 29 inches; expand ed, 34 inches; ankles, I I inches; width from shoulder to shoulder, 19 inches; reach, 68 inches; knee, IS inches. hips, 36 inches About twenty of us boys in town have started up an athletic club. What are my v ea k points? Please tell me how to strengthen them. I am going to school. Thanking you in advance, I remain, CLAUD STINE. Bremen, Ind. Your weight is but your chest and biceps should be larger. clubs, pulley weigh ts, or the punch ing-bag will give you the necessary development. Exercise in the m orning on getting out of bed, and after school hours as well as at night PROF. FouRMEN: Being a constant reader of the TIP ToP WEEKLY, I take the liberty of asking a few questions. My age is I8 years; height, 5 feet 2 inches. What should the correct weight be, and measurements of my thigh, biceps, calf, ankle, chest, waist, wrist, neck, and hips? Hoping you will answer this as soon as possible, I remain, yours, P. AND D. New York City. The following are correct measurements of a person five feet two inches: Wejght, about I I2 o_r I IS pounds; neck, 12 inches; waist, 30 inches; chest, 34 or 3S inches; biceps, 12 inches; length of forearm, 9Vs inches; thighs, 17 inches; calves, I2 inches. PROF. FouRMEN : Will you kindly answer the following ques tions in TIP TOP? I am 18 years of age; height, s feet inches; weight, 140 pounds; neck, 14 inches; chest, normal, 33 inches; expanded, 35Y, inches; waist, 28 inches; biceps, normal, 9Y, inches; flexed, inches; forearm, 9Y, inches; thigh, 20% inches; calf, I3)4 inches; across shoulders, 17Y, inches; arm reach, 5 feet l I inches. I have very long arms. I. How are my measurements? 2. What are my weak points, and how can I develop them? 3. What are my strong points, if I have any? 4. Do you think I am best suited to be a sprinter or longdistance runner? s. In a h a lf-mile race last spring, I injured my foot. It felt as if it was in half right through the instep, and now if I run a hundred yards I begin to feel it again. Will you please advise me what to do for it? Yours very truly, "WASH-WATE-Y. WILLIE." Lawrence, Mass. You are considerably over weight at oile hundred and forty pounds, but your measurements do not show where you are hiding all that beef. You may think you have very long arms, but they lack an inch of being normal, to say nothing 6J reach ing to an unusual length. For a person of your weight and height your chest is small By proper training you might become a good runner, but if your foot has been permanehtly injured you will have to give up all aspirations of becoming a successful sprinter. PROF. FouitMEN : I am a constant reader of TIP ToP, and I take liberty to ask you a few questions. I am I4 years old; weight, I70 pounds; height, s feet 9 inches. I can expand my chest two inches Is that good? How does my height weight, and age compare? I bought a set of boxing-gloves. Could you tell me how much to use them every day? I am a member o f the Y. M, C. A., and attend Thursdays and Saturdays. They ha ve a large gym. there; they also have a large plunge and about ten sh0wer -bat hs 'N"l1ich '.s b e tt er-a hot or cold shower? How long should I stay under a hot shower? Hoping I have not taken up too much room, I am, respectfully, "A READER." Cleveland, Ohio . A weight of one hundred and seventy pounds is too much for one of your height Box until you are tired-it will not do you any harm. Do not use a hot shower; let the water be only tepid. PROF. Fou:ttMEN : I have been a reader of TIP ToP since 1900. I take the liberty to ask you a few questions. I am 14 years 5 months old; height, s feet 8 inches; chest, normal, 34Y, inches; e xpanded, inches; thighs, 18 inches; -:alves, 170 inches; 9Y, inches; waist, 28 inches; shoulder to shoulder, 1 9 inches; weight, 133 pounds. How a re my measurem ents? J\ fy weight? Am I not tall for my age? Would like to become dl round athlete. Do I stand a good chance? Hopin g to see this in print I remain, A FAITHFUL READER. Perth Amboy, N. J. You lack considerable weight for one of your height, and the chest development is much larger than I would look for in one whose other measurements and weight do not correspond to a thirty-eight-inch expansion. Yes, you are t all for your age. If you take a thorough course in a gymnasium you may in time become quite an athlete. PROP'. Fou1tMEN: I am a steady re;ider of the TIP Top WEEKLY, and enjoy it very much. I am also steady in looking up your answers, so I thought I would ask you to answe r a few ques tions for me, which I hope you will do for me as soon as you possibly can. I am I5 yea rs 8 months old; feet 8 inches high; weight, 76 pounds; ne ck, r2 i ilc he s ; chest, normal, 27Y, inches; expanded 29 inches; thighs, 12 inches; ankl es, 8 inches; forearms, inches; wrists, 5Y, inches; biceps, 9 inches. Yours truly, JoHN GEORGE LAHNER. 232I South Rosewood Street, Philadelphia, Pa. Your me as urements show that you are well put together, and have a good frame on which to build a sound muscular develop ment. "GOLDEN HOURS." Boys, have you any old numbers of Golden Hours? If so, see what numbers are among,them and write me, stating price. I will pay liberally to my files. Address WILLIAMS, Statii "O," Box 24, New York City.

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l ,.; TIP TOP WEBKLY CAUTION! All readers of the Renowned Tip Top stories should beware of base Imitations, placed upon the market under catch names very slmllar to Frank Merrlwell, and Intended to deceive. 472-Frank Merriwell s Handicap; or, Hastin gs, The Hurdler from Humbol dt. 473-Frank Merriwell s Red Challengers; or, The Hot Game with the Nebraska In dians. 474-Frank Merriwell s Fencing; or, For Sport or For Blood. 475-Frank Merriwell s Backer; or, Playing Baseball for a Fortune 476-Frank Merriwell's Endurance ; or, The Cross-Country Champion s of America. 477-Frank Merriwell in Form; or, Wolfe rs, the Wonder from V/isconsin. 478-Frank Merriwell's Method; or, The Secr e t of Becoming a Champion. 479--Frank Merriwell's Level Best; or, Cutting the Corners with a New Curve 48o-Frank Merriwell's Lacrosse Te a m ; or, The Great Hustle with Johns Hopkins. 481-Frank Merriwell's Great Day; or, The Crowning Triumph of His Career. 482-Dick Merri well in Japan; or, Judo Art Against Jiu-Jitsu. 483-Dick Merriwell on the Rubber; or, Playing Baseball in the Flowery Kingdom 484-Dick Merriwell's Cleverness; or, Showing the J aps the American Game. 485-Dick Merriwell in Manila; or, Papinta, the Pride of the Philippines. 486-Dick Merri well Marooned; or, The Queen of Fire Island. 487-Dick Merriwell's Comrade; or, The Treas ure of the Island. 488-Dick Merriwell, Gap-Stopper; or, A Sur prise for the Surprisers. 489--Dick Merriwell's Sacrifice Hit; or, Win ning by a Hair's Breadth. Merriwell's Support; or, Backed Up When Getting His Bumps. 491-Dick Merriwell's Stroke; or, Swimming for His Life. 492-Dick Merriwell Shadowed; or, The Search for the Lost Professor. 493-Dick Merriwell's Drive; or, Evening Up with His Enemy. 494-Dick Merriwell s Return; or, The Reap pearance at Fardale. 495-Dick Merriwell's Restoration; or, Whip ping the Team into Shape. 4 96-Dick Merriwell's Value; or, The Success of Square Sport. 497-Dick Merriwell's "Dukes"; or, His Fight with Himself. 498-Dick Merriwell's Drop Kick; or, Chester Arlington's Team of Tigers. 499--Dick Merriwell's Defeat ; or, How Ai;ling t o n Won the Second Game. 500-Dick Merriwell's Chance; or, Taming the Tigers of Fairport. 501-Dick Merriwell's Stride; or, The Finish of the Cross C o untry Run 502-Dick Merriw ell' s Wing-Shift; or, The Great Thanksgiving Day Game. 503-Dick Merriwell s Skates; or, Playing Ice Hockey for Every P o int. 504-Dick M e rriwell's Four Fists; or, The Cham pion of the Chanson. 505-Dick Merriwell s Dashing Game; or, The Fast Five from Fairport. 506-Frank Merriwell's Tigers; or, Wiping Out the Railroad Wolves. 507-Frank Merriwell's Treasure Gud; or, The Defenders of the Pay Train. 508.-Frank Merriwell's Flying Fear; or, The Ghost of the Yaqui. 509--Dick Merriwell in Maine; or, Sport and Peril in the Winter Woods. 510-Dick Merriwell's Polo Team; or, The Rat tlers of the Roller Rink. 5n-Dick in the Ring; or, The Cham pion of His Class. 512-Frank Merriwell's New Idea; or, The American School of Athletic Develop m e nt. 513-Frank Merri w ell's Troubles; or, Enemie.s in the F o ld !=========================================================-===-===============' .-:.i BacK numbers may be had f'rom all newsdealers or will be sent, postpaid, b7 the publishers upon receipt of price -=====,G CENTS===== STREET tQ. SMITH PUBLISHERS NEWYPRK .. I I I I i I

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.... THE FAVORITE EIST OF FIVE-CENT LIBRARIES TIP TQ. p WE.EK LY Frank and Dick Merriwell are two brothers whose adventures in college and on the athletic field are of intense interest to the American boy of to-day. They prove that a boy does not have to be a rowdy to have exciting sport. Buffalo Bill Stories Nick Carter Weekly Buffol o Bill is the hero of a thousand exciting adventures among the Redskins. These are given to our boys only in the Buffalo Bill Stories. They are bound to interest and please you. All-Sports Library All sports that boys are interested in are carefully dealt with in the All-Sports Library The stories deal with the adventures of plucky lads while indulging in healthy pastimes. Brave and Bold Every boy who prefers variety in his readin g matter, ought to be a I eadcr of Ba ve and Bold. All these were written by authors who are past masters in the art of tellin g boys' stories. E verv tale is complete in itself. Diamond Dick Weekly The demand for stirring stories of Western adventure is admirably filled by this library. Every up-to-date boy ought to read just how law and order are established and maintained on our Western plains by Diamond Dick Bertie, and Handsome Harry. "'""-"===='----' We know, boys, that there is no need of introducing to you Nichol:.is Carter, the greates t sleuth that ever Jived. Every number containing the adventures of Nick Carter ha s a peculiar, but delightful, power of fascina tion. Do not think for a second, boys, that these stories are a lot of musty history, just sugarcoated. They are all new tales of exciting adventure on land and sea, in all of which boys of your own age took part. Rough Rider Weekly Ted Strong was appointed dep..... uty marshal by accident, but ... ... __ ..._ TtDsmaY6 re s olves to use his authority and .,llJM/iigd/1J tl<1$!if1t rid his ranch of some very tough .g.,t,' .. ,.7_';;. bullies. He does it in suc h a slick N.,, -\'' -, .. ,-;.. way that everyone calls him "King of the Wild West" and he certainly deserves his title. Bowery Boy Library The adventures of a poor waif whose only name is "Bowery Billy." Billy is the true product of the streets of New York. No boy can read the tales of his trials without imbibing some of that re1 source and courage that makes the character of this homeless boy stand out so prominently.


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