Frank Merriwell's troubles; or, Enemies of the school

Frank Merriwell's troubles; or, Enemies of the school

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Frank Merriwell's troubles; or, Enemies of the school
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Standish, Burt L. 1866-1945
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CAUTION! All r eaders o f the r enowne d T i p Top s tories shoul d b eware of b ase i m itations placed upon the market under catch names very s imilar to Frank Merrlwell, and Intended to deceive. 'Is sued Weekly By subscnptw tt $a,soper yea r Entered as Second class Matter at the N. Y. Post Of/ice, /Jy STREET & SMITH, 7q-8Q Seventh Ave .. N. Y. No. 513 NEW YORK, FEBRUARY 10, 1906. Price Five Cents "Yes, we will state our business l '' shouted Batterby. flourishing his ham-like fist. "Our business is to tell you that your school of athletic development is a fraud and you are a fakir. u


, Issued Weekly. By subscrij>twn $:tso per year. Entered as Second class Matter at /he N. Y. Post Otfice, lty STREET & SMITH, 7Q-l/Q Seventh Avenue N. Y. Entered according to Act o f Dmgress in the year rQ06, in tlte Office of /he Librarian of Conp-ess, Washingto n IJ. C: No. 513. N E W YORK, Feb ru a ry 10, 19o6. Price Five Cents. FRANK MHRRIWELL'S TROUBLES; OR, Enemies of the School By BURT L STANDISH. CHAPTER I. TOOTS ON THE T R AIL. It was a desolate road through a lone l y s t rip o f wintry woods. By the roadside, just within the edge of some thick bushes, lay an unconscious darky. After a time he stirred, uttered a groan, and opened his eyes. "Mah goodness!" he muttered. "Whar is Ah at? Bah golly, Ah bet a pint er peanuts something's hap pened! Wot am de matter wif mah hade? Guess Ah must hab tried ter butt a spress train off de track. Ah don' seem to recomm e mber dis lo c a lit y. 'Sc use rue! Beliebe Ah'll get up." With an effort he sat up, holding both hands to his h e ad "Mah gracious !" he muttered "Somebody sut tinly hit me an awful wallop on de coconut. Whar is dis place? How'd Ah git heah, anyhow? Lemme see. Lemme think. Gee whiz! don' it make mah h ead a c he when Ah try ter think!" Suddenly he starte d his jaw drooped, and his eyes bulg ed from h i s he::id w i t h a n exp ression o f t e r ror, "Oh, la n d ob m assy !" he gasped. "Ah beli e b e Ah was takin' de mis s us out fo' a sleig h-ride_! Sho' dat's it! Dat's how Ah happens to be heah sho's mah name's Toots! Did dem hosses run 'way wif me? If dey done dat, Ah'm a no-good nigger! Ah'll jest go off spmewhere an' jump off'n de yarth If anything bad's happened to Missus Inza, Ah'll jest go blow de top of mah fool hade off!" Running his fingers through his k i nky hair h e touched a long, swollen ridge just above his right ear. "Wow! wow! Dat's sho l y a p e cu l 'a r bump. Never know'd

2 TIP TOP WEEKLY. wits. Finally he saw his cap lying a few feet away and picked it up. "A nigger's skull am mighty hard," he mumbled, "but A h re1=kon dat ol' cap saved mine dis time. By 'golly, A h recommember now! Oh, massy but dis am a terrible scrape! Ah was dribin' thro ugh dese woods wif Missus Inza in de sleigh when all ob a sudden out jumps a man an' grabs de hosses right by de hade. De man hab a ma s k o ber hi s face. He cotched de hosses b y de bit and stopt 'em. Den Ah yells fo' him to git out ob de way or Ah'd run oher him. De next thing Ah knows Ah don' kn ow nttffin at all. Seems to me de sky jest kim down and bumped me on de crannyum. Anudcle r man mus' hab soaked me dat crack. Dat's it. Dey've carried Missus Inza away! wot'll Massa Frank say? Ah'll nebber l ook :'.\Iassa Frank in de face again as long as Ah lib! .\h'm a no-good nigge r! A h jest gut to foller elem tracks an' sabe de missus. If Ah don' do

TIP TOP WEEKLY. 3 Ah'ze goin' to keep it. Arter dis Ah'ze goin' to re form an' be a better nigger." "Toots," smiled Merry, "they don't make any better boys of your color." CHAPTER II. A LITTLE ARGUMENT WITH M'CORD. "Come," said Frank, "we'll go to Inza. She' s been worried about you, Toots. She thought it possible you were seriously hurt when those ruffians yanked you out of the sleigh and threw you into the bushes. She made me promise to send some of the boys with out delay to look after you." "Bress her heart bre ss her heart!" chattered the darky. "A-thinkin' ob me, was she? Bah golly! Ah don't deserbe it. Ah'ze been plumb worried ter def ober her, Massa Frank. Dey don' hurt a nigger much when dey rap him ober de coconut. If yo' want to finish a nigger, jes' soak him on de shins. Oh wow! wow! how

TIP TOP WEEKLY. "Shure an' it is." "Well, they lied to you. The lady is my wife. They are ruffiarts. One of them is being guarded at this moment in an upper room. As soon as I can reach a telephone station, I shall send out word for the police everywhere to look for the other rascal. I've spent too much time in explaining to you, Mc Cord. Stand out of my way." Frank advanced toward the door, but McCord blocked his path. "Not on yer loife !" grated the Irishman. "It's all true ye may be tellin' me, Oi dunno. Shtill, me bhoy, av two min bring a lady to me house and say they're dhoctors thot are takin' her to an asylum, it's me place to provide accommodations for thim. Thin if another party come to me house and broke me doors and windies, it's me place to collect pay for th' damages. How Id on! Be Biven, ye'll nivver lave this room till ye sittle !" "Thot's right, Dan!" cri ed the voice of a woman, and M rs. McCord appeared in a doorway leading to the kitchen, a rolling-pin grasped in her hand. "Make him sittle wid yez at once!" "It's sittle he will, Kate, me girrul," nodded Mc Cord, without taking his eyes off Frank. Suddenly Merriwell made a forward spring, ducking as McCord struck at him. An instant later the Irish man was pitched headlong into a corner, the impact of his body against the wall causing the whole house to shiver "Bah golly, Ah j es' knowed it!" muttered Toots. "Mebbe dat will settle dat gent's dinner fo' him." McCord was astonished, but his rage was redoubled With a roar, he leaped to his feet. "They'll take yez home on a stritcher, me laddy buck !" he snarled, as he rushed at Merry. Frank sidestepped, seized the man's wrist, turned his hand upward, McCord's arm over hi s shoulder, and the Iri shman's heel s suddenly went up against the ceiling bringing down a strip of plaster. Right over the table in the center of the room sailed Dan McCord, landing on his head and shoulders when he struck the floor. Mrs. McCord gave a screech of astonishment and rage and sprang at Merry, flourishing the rolling-pin. "Hold on dar, womans!" cried Toots, as he thrust out a foot and skilfully tripped her. "Don' yo' be so promisc'us Don' yo' try to caress n obody on de hade wif dat roll um-pin! If yo' git so keerless, mebbe yo'll hurt somebody." By this time the darky was seated on Mrs. McCord's head. "Whoa dar-whoa, womans!" he cried. "Don' yo' go to buckin' an' kickin' Jes' yo' recumber easy on de flo' Jes' yo' keep quiet while Massa Frank settles

TIP TOP WEEKLY. 5 bie here. Mr. McCord and I have had a little argu ment, and I think he agrees with me." "Oi .do," confirmed the proprietor. "Phwativer yez say, 01 agree wid yez. Oi dunno phwat it is, but Oi'll swear it's so as long as Oi have breath to spake. Kate, me girrul, have ye carried up the coffee for the lady? ye haven't, be afther gittin' a move on yersilf. M1shter Merriwell, av there's inything Oi can do, spake up and see me do it." CHAPTER III. THE CAPTIVE. Obedient to the command of her husband, Mrs. McCord hurried into the kitchen, quickly reappearing with a tray, on which were dishes and a pot of steam ing coffee "Bah golly!" chuckled Toots, as he followed Merry up the stairs; "yo' suttinly shook a superfluity ob ginger out ob dat McCord ma-a-a-n. Dat gent was as fierce as a wolf at de start an' as gentle as a lamb at de finish In one of the upper rooms they found Inza, with two of the boys, who had been left to take care of her. "Here he is, Inza !" cried Frank. "Here's Toots, and he's all right!" "Oh, Toots," she exclaimed, forcing a smile, "I'm so glad!" "Mah goodness, Missus Inza," gurgled the colored boy, "Ah'ze de tickledest coon on de face ob dis eart' Ah'ze sholy ashamed ob mahself fo' lettin' dem two rascal men carry youse off. When Ah done come to mah senses back dar in dem woods an' recommembered what had happened, Ah was plumb crazy, missusplumb crazy! Ah prayed, an' Ah sutttinly guess de good Lo'd hea.rd mah prayer, fo' he sent Massa Frank to help yo'." The darky kissed Inza's hand over and over, his black face literally beaming with the emotions his lips could not utter. "Oi have the coffee for the lady," gently suggested Mrs. McCord. "Ach, hone! what a poor, dear lady she is! To think thim skallewags would be afther sayin' she were out av her moind !" "That'll do, Mrs. McCord," said Frank. "Leave the coffee and set the tray on the table. Toots will pour the coffee for her." "Mah gracious, yes!" chuckled Toots. "Ah'll done po' de coffee. Will yo' hab some sugar an' a little ob de cream, missus? Bah ginger! Ah beliebe dis am actually real cow cream Well, wouldn't dat make yo' laugh! No skim milk 'bout dat It am de gen wine article." "No sugar, no cream, Toots," said Inza. "Just the plain coffee will be best for me." The delighted colored youth poured the coffee and handed it to her with the air of a waiter in a swell hotel. "Ah hopes dat tickles yo' palate, missus," he said, "and steadifies yo' nerbes." The color came back to her face as s he sipped the hot coffee. Mrs. McCord had hesitated at the door. "Is there inything ilse Oi can do for the dear laclv Oi dunno?" she a s ked humbly. ' "Nothing now," answered Frank. "If she wants anything, you'll be ca,lled." "They tell me ona of those men escaped," sa id Inza. "Yes," nodded Merry, "Roberts got away, but I hope he won't get far. Two of the boys are watchin o Courtney in another room. He's bound hand and foot, so there's no chance whatever for him to make trouble get away. If I dared leave you Inza, I'd ride t o Five Forks and telephone from there. It wouldn't tak e me I suppose I'd better remain here though even 1f Roberts does get a good start." He bent over her, with an arm about her shoulders. Their eyes met, and the look that passed between them warmed Toots' heart with a sudden glow. Immedi ately the darky turned to the two boys, exclaiming: "Jes' you two youngsters take yo'selves out ob heah Mebbe yo 'll be needed bimeby, but yo'll be called when yo' are. Close de do' as yo' pass out. Dat's right." When the boys were gone the colored youth be trayed a most surprising interest in the pattern of the paper on the wall opposite Inza and Frank. "Mah goodness, what pretty paper!" he mutterecl. keeping his back toward the other occupants of the room. "Ah sholy nebber s'pected to see such beautiful paper in dis place. Too bad it's faclecl, an' de ceilin hab leaked, streaked it ober like clat. When Ah build s mah house Ah'm suttinly gwine to decorate one ob mah rooms wif paper jes' like dis. Don' nobody mind me, fo' Ah'm completely absorbed in speculatin' on cit beautjes ob dis wall-paper. Don' believe Ah could see anything else if Ah had to, an' b o th mah ears are plugged up so Ah can't hear a sound unless somebody sticks a pin in me to wake me up." Both Frank and Inza were shaken by silent laugh ter as they glanced toward the faithful clarky. She held up her lips to Frank, who kissed her tenderly. "Dat's right-dat's jes' right," muttered the darky. "Dat am beautiful paper. Ah s'pects Ah'll stan' heah lookin' at dfl.t paper fo' an hour, 'less somebody pinches me." "Toots!" called Frank. "Yas, sah yas, sah !" answered the colored youth. "Diel yo' speak to me, sah? Mah goodness Ah plumb fo'got yo' was in de room, sah." "Do you know which of those two ruffians struck you?" Toots scratched his head. "Dunno's Ah do," he confessed. "To tell yo' de trufe, Massa Frank, Ah nebber seen de one dat gib me de crack on de crannyum. Ah was lookin' at de gent dat 1acl grabbed de bosses bah de bit." "Would you like to take a look at one of them ?"


6 TIP TOP \VEEKL Y. "Yas, sah, Ah sholy would like to inspect de pussil lanimous rascal, if yo' hab no objections." "Then call those boys back here to stay with Inza." When the two boys returned, Toots followed Merry to another ro6m. They passed a broken door near the head of the stairs and rapped on another door at the rear of the house. "Who's there?" called a V{)ice from within the room. "Open the door, boys," directed Frank. "It is I." They heard a rusty bolt complain .in its socket, and the door was cautiously opened. "It's all right, Hollis," said a voice. "It's Mr. Mer riwell." Victor Maynard and Fred Hollis were the two lads guarding Charles Courtney. Courtney sat on a chair, to which he was securely tied by stout cords. He glared sullenly at Frank as Merry stopped before him. "Is dis de gent?" cried Toots, surveying the captive with disdain. "Well. sah, yo' suttinly done a :fine piece ob business! Yo' hab ebery reason to be mighty proud ob yo'se'f !" Courtney snarled. "What do you mean by bringing this nigger here to mock me, Merriwell ?'' he cried :fiercely. "You ought to be satisfied, don't you know! By Jove, I'll neYer get over the shame of it! One of those boys jumped on me and held me until the others could help him." "You taught him the trick, Courtney," reminded Frank. "When you pinned Bob Bubbs to the mat in the gymnasium and twisted his arm so that he was rendered absolutely helpless, you taught him a lesson that aided in your undoing. The unbridled spirit of re venge is a very dangerous thing." "Bah! Don't lecture me!" rasped the Englishman. "You may talk rot to those boys as much as you like, but spare me." "You know what I'm telling you is true, but you may not have taken into consideration the fact that even worse than your thirst for revenge was your thirst for liquor. It was whisky that robbed you of reason and judgment. It was a brain befuddled by drink that led you to plan this foolish piece of work, which has brought you such a miserable finish." "It am mighty bad business monkeyin' wif de red eye," put in Toots. "Ah knows dat from sperience. Dat stuff has done ruined mo' pussons clan all de ud der concoctions de debbil eber brewed." "Talking about revenge," said Courtney, "I suppose you mean to send me to prison now, Merriwell? What do you call that?" "Courtney, you are a dangerous man. You have transgressed the law. If given the opportunity, you would do so again. Had you struck at me alone, I might have had an inclination to be more lenient with you, but when you struck through my wife you ended all possibility of leniency." "All right, go ahead! Do your worst, Merriwell But remember this, I am your enemy to the finish! If they send me to the stone jug, I'll come out some time, and, when I do, you'll hear from me!" "Better not threaten," warned Merry. "It will count against you, man." "Oh, let de po' fool talk hisse'f into de jug fo' jes' as long as he wants to," urged Toots. Frank turned away. "Keep good watch over him, boys," he said. "I may have to leave this house for an hour in orde r to do some telephoning. Under no circumstances are you to leave Courtney alone." "Oh, riepend on us, sir!" cried Victor Maynard. "We'll take care of him We'll look out for him!" As Merry and Toots left the room, the door was again closed and the bolt pushed into its socket. "There's no question of danger, Inza," said Frank, on returning to her. "Courtney is bound and guarded. The McCords are frightened and inclined to be more than friendly. Toots will stay right here with you. If Roberts had not escaped on one of the span, I'd remove you from this place without delay. Bob Bubbs tells me the only horse besides my own in the stable is a broken-down, spavined old nag of no value. I can't hitch that beast up with Dick. If I can take Dick, and ride to Five Forks, I'll be able to telephone and warn the officers to look out for Roberts. At Five Forks I can secure a horse to pair up with Dick, or I'll bring back a turnout of some sort. I'll return as quickly as possible. Shall I go?" "Go, Frank." she said bravely. "I feel that all danger is past." Five mintutes later, Frank Merriwell was riding away from The Elms, mounted on Dick. CHAPTER IV. COURTNEY'S ESCAPE. "Hollis," said Victor Maynard, after Frank's de parture from the room, "I'm crazy for a cigarette. I've got to have one, or blow up." "Better not smoke," cautioned Fred Hollis. "\Vhy not?" "You may be detected." "How?" "If any one should come--" "The door's bolted, isn't it? Merri well is gomg away, and we have orders not to admit any one else. Look here, Hollis, if you'll hike out, and rake me up a few cigarettes, I'll be your grandmother." "Oh, not I!" exclaimed Hollis, shaking his head. "I won't help you out." "Give you a dollar," said Vic, producing a shining silver dollar, and holding it up before his companion's eyes. "Jerusalem! You must be daffy for cigarettes!" cried Hollis. "Perhaps I can't get any." "You can try. This joint is supposed to be a tavern. I fancy some of the customers who come here smoke cigarettes. GiYe you a dollar if you get a


TIP TOP WEEKLY. 7 package. Give you half-a-dollar if you don't, but you've got to go out, and make a search for them. Don't let the other boys into it." "'Gi me your half-dollar in advance," demanded Hollis. "If I get the cigarettes, I'll collect the other half when I c ome back." "All right, said Maynard, returning the dollar to his pocket. and bringing forth a half. "But don't you work any gum game on me. After I get out of "here, I'm going to find out if there are cigarettes in the place. If you come back, and tell me you couldn't get any. I'll know you fooled me." "\\' ell, don't you blow on me," cautioned Hoilis. "If you're caught smoking, don't tell anybody 1 got them for you." "Oh, rot!" growled Vic. "I won't peach." "And keep watch of this gent, too." "Trust me for that." Maynard unbolted the door and Hollis slipped out. Pushing the bolt into its pocket, Victor turned, and faced Courtney. "\\Tell, say," he observed, in deep disdain, "you certainly were a chump!" "Now, don't you commence!" growled the English man. "I say you were a chump," repeated Vic "I didn't think it of you! I thought you had a little sense." "Well, I suppose Merri well was right in what he said about drink,'' muttered the man. "Drink did it" "Evidently you're one of the kind who can't drink without going all to the bad. You're in a bad scrape, Courtney. Merriwell means to push you to the limit," "I know it." "Don't it frighten you?" "I'm not pleased over it." "I suppose you'd give a lot to get out of the scrape." "Vvho wouldn't, if he stood in my shoes?" "There'll be no chance for you after Merriwell turns you over to an officer." "There doesn't seem to be much chance for me now." 1J.1Uttered the Englishman. Of. a sudden, the man glanced at Maynard in a peculiar manner. Their eyes met, and both were silent for several moments. "I'll give you fifty dollars to do it," said Courtney. "Fifty dollars?" whispered Maynard. "Why, that's not much. I want more than that." "It's all I have." "Oh, come, come; don't tell me that!" "I swear I haven't over sixty dollars to my name. I have a check Merriwell gave me, but you couldn't collect anything on that." "How do you know?" "Of course I don't know, but I don't see how you could. You shall have it, and the fifty it h it, if you 'll set me free." "Wait a minute," said Victor. "How are we going to work this thing? If I set you free, there'll be an awful row over it." "If you do anything, you'll have to hustle. That other boy will be back here directly." "But there's no time to do it until he gets back. I'll have to devise a scheme to get him out of the room after he returns. Besides that, I want to find out if Merriwell has left. rt wouldn't do vou much good to get out of this room, with Merriwe"'ll around. He'd be almost certain to detect you before you could escape. If he's gone, there may be a show for you Right back of the house here are some thick pines. If you can get out of the and into those woods, without being seen, you ought to make a good start. But I'll tell you what you've got to do. I'll set you loose, but I'm going to cut some of those ropes. Then I want you to tie ine and gag me. I'll have a story for Merriwell, all right. Y ou jumped out of one window to-day, and you can jump out of another. You could never get down-stairs without being seen. You'll leave the door bolted just as it is now. That will keep the fellows out long enough for you to get a fair start." By this time the Englishman was shaking all over with eagerness and excitement. "I'll do just as you say," he promised: "but for Heaven sake, don't wait another minute! Go ahead, and set me loose now!" There came a knock on J:he door, and Maynard hastened to answer it. "Who is it?" he called. "Hollis," was the answer. To Courtney's dismay, Vic opened the door, and Hollis entered. "Did you get them?" a s ked Vic. "Sure thing," was the reply. "The old ".roman of the house had some. She said some of the fine young 'gintlemin' who come here smoke cigarettes. I. had to pay her a quarter for this package, so you owe n1e seventy-five cents "All right," said Victor, "here's your money, Fred, old man. Where's Merri well?" "Oh, he's just left. He's started for Five Forks." "Jimminy !" exclaimed Vic, after feeling through his pockets. "I haven't a match. Got a match, Fred?" "Now, why should I carry matches?" demanded Hollis. "I don't smoke." "Well, what the dickens can I do with a cigarette with out a match?" growled the other boy. "Got a match Courtney?" "No!" growled Courtney. "You should have brought mp.tches, Hollis. Come, now, h ustle out, and get me some." ou're a lot of troubl e!" g rowled Hollis. "All right, I'll get you some matches." Maynard opened the door to let Hollis out. The moment the door was rebolted, Victor whirled about, producing a jack-knife, which he opened. "Now we'll do things in a hurry!" he hissed, as


8 TIP TOP Y. he sprang toward Courtney. "You'v e g ot to move on the jump man !" He slashed at the ropes, and set the Englishman free. "Give me the money and that check I" panted Vic. "Then gag me, and tie me to the chair. Here, I'll put this knife back in 1'1Y pocket. Come, now, the money." Courtney seemed to hesitate. He grasped the back of the chair in a doubtful manner. In his excitement, Maynard dropped the jack knife when he tried to slip it back into his p o cket. He stooped to pick it up. Charles Courtney lifted the chair, and brought it down with stunning force upon the boy's head. Without a sound, Maynard fell in a huddled heap on the floor, stricken senseless. "You infernal fool!" hissed the desperate man. "Did you think I'd give you my last dollar? Lie there until your friends find you I" He crossed the room, ilnd looked out of the window. As Maynard had said, there was a thick patch of woods at the back of the house. Courtney pushed up the window, crept out over the sill, and leaped toward a bank of snow. The snow served to minimize the shock when he landed. He waded out of the snow-bank in desperate haste, and went staggering into the gloom of the pm es. CHAPTER V. MAYNARD'S STORY. "Hello, Hollis!" exclaimed Bob Bubbs, encounter ing Fred in one of the lower rooms of the old tavern. tavern. "When did you escape from the cage?" Hollis flushed, and looked uneasy. "Don't be so funny!" he snapped. "You think y.ou're a great deal brighter than you really a;re, Towser." "My, but you're touchy I I thought you were detailed to look after old Courtney." "I was." "Well, what are you doing here?" "That's none of your business!" "I don't know about that," said Bubbs, beginning to get angry himself. "I rather think I had some thing to do with the capture of Courtney; and, since finding out all the rascality he's been up to, I want to see him get his medicine, just as he deserves Did Mr. Merriwell tell you that you might leave that room up-stairs?" "That's none of your business, either I" flung back Hollis. "There was a good reason why I left the room. Maynard's there, and he'll look out for Court ney." "Now, he's a fine chap to look out for any one!" grinned Bubbs derisively. "I'd trust him with a million dollars-I don't think! You d better hustle back, and get onto you r job. If you don't like it, I'll take it. Courtney won't get away with me watching him." "Oh, he can't get away, anyhow," declared Hollis. "He's tied so that he can barely wiggle a toe. We could go away and leave him, and he'd be right there when any one wanted him." "That may be so," admitted Bubbs "But when Mr. Merriwell tells me to do a thing, I propose to do it.'.' "You're a saint!" sneered Hollis. "I suppose you're trying to make up for that racket you raised the first day of school. Between you and me, you're to blame for all the trouble Courtney's in." Bob whistled and winked. "Now, tell me-tell me!" he cried. "How do you figure that out?" "Why, if you hadn't worked that Schnitzle joke, and made Courtney ridiculous, there'd been no trouble. He got mad with you, and anybody knows he wasn't very much to blame." "Evidently you appreciate a real good practical joke!" exclaimed Towser derisively. "Oh, practical jokes are fine-for the jokers. They're rough on the jokees. I want to tell you something, Bubbs, and I h ope you won't forget it. If you ever play a practical j o ke on me, and make me ridiculous, I'll break your neck!" "That's fine!" grinned Bob. "You frighten me terribly! I'm afraid my neck will be in constant danger hereafter. Look here, Hollyberry, old slobsky, if I ever get a good chance at you, I'll make you the laughing-stock of the school, just on account of that little threat." "You try it!" grated Hollis. "You try it, and I'll keep my word! I'll break your neck!" "Oh, I don't know! Courtney tried to break my arm. He taught me a fancy trick, and I played it back on him. If any one plays a practical joke on me, I'll take my medicine, and keep my face closed But if any one tries to do me personal injury, that s a different thing. You're wa s ting lots of time down here, Hollis. If you're not going back to your post, I'll go in your place." "You don't have to!" muttered Fred. "You attend to your business, and I'll attend to mine!" But when he reached the door of the captive's room, and knocked upon it, there was no c;i.nswer. In vain he repeated the knock, and called to Maynard. "Hi, there, Vic!" he cried. "Open up! What's the matter with you? Why don't you answer?" Not a sound came from within the room. "That's mighty queer!" muttered Hollis. "It can't 'be Vic's left Courtney alone in there! Of course not for he couldn't fasten the door on this side. There's no lock-nothing but a bolt." With growing alarm, he kicked on the door, and began to shout loudly to Maynard. His cries and the thumping o n the door soon brought several other boys hurrying up the stairs.


TIP TOP WEEKLY. 9 "What's the matter? \Vhat's the matter?" they demanded. "I don't know," confessed Hollis. "I can't get any answer from Maynard. Left him in there to watch Courtney a minute." "A minute?" exclaimed Bob Bubbs. "I think you were out of there more than one minute!" "What fo' am yo' boys makin' all

IO TIP TOP WEEKLY. CHAPTER VI. SLICK OLIVER. As the boys rushed out of the house, they en countered Oliver Slick. "Where are you going, fellows?" he inquired, in his smooth way. "Come on! Come on!" they shouted. "Where have you been? Courtney's escaped! \Ve' re after him!" "Y_ou don't say!" murmured Oily, with pretended astomshment. Instead of following them, he ran up the stairs, and sought Maynard. had managed to rise from the floor, and was s1ttmg on a chair, with his head bet\Yeen his hands. "Hang that miserable Englishman!" he muttered. "He fooled me! He came near killinome! Then I haa to lie, just the same." 0 "Dear me!" murmured Oily, who had stepped into the room with a silent step. "What are you talking about, Maynard?" "E_h ?" exclaimed Victor. "I didn't hear you." Oliver looked out of the window and saw the boys following the tracks into the "Ah-ha!" he laughed softly. "You'll be surprised, some of you." On reaching the back of the house, the boys had discovered many tracks in the snow-drift, as if sever:il persons had been wading about there. They likewise found the tracks of two men, leading into the woods. "Victor told the truth," said one. "Here's the foot steps of Courtney and the chap who helped him escape." On entering the woods, these tracks separated and led different directions. Several of the boys, in cludmg Bob Bubbs, followed one of the trails, while others took the other trail. "It's no use," declared Fred Hollis, who was with Bubbs' party; "they'll get away from us. They have a fair start." "We'll try to run this fell ow down," muttered Bubbs. "Vv e'll make him hurry some." But suddenly, after following the trail a short dis tance, Bob halted, with an exclamation of o-reat astonishment. 0 "What is it?" cried the others. "Look here, boys!" invited Bob. "Don't take an other step, but just look at these tracks!" No wonder Towser was surprised. The tracks be fore him were plain enough for a distance of four -or five feet, but suddenly they ended in the midst of a little opening. It was a most amazing thing, for beyond the point where the tracks stopped the snow lay smooth and unbroken. "Well, what do you think of that?'' demanded Bob. "\Vhere's he gone?" "Up a tree," suggested one. "But look!" cried Bubbs, po nting at the footsteps m the snow; "there's no tree near the spot where these tracks stop. He couldn t climb Cj,. tree from that point." "That's right! That's .right!" they chorused. "Then where did he go?" shouted Fred Hollis. "Did he sink into the ground?" Bubbs shook his head. "This is the most peculiar thing I ever struck," he confessed. "Here's a mystery, boys. I wonder if the tracks of that other fell ow will end in the same manner." "It's like witchcraft," muttered one of the bewil dered l ads. "It seems as if something just whisked him off in to the air." They gathered around the point where the tracks ended, and entered into an excited discussion of the mystery. "We may as well look around everywhere in this vicinity, and see if we can find any more tracks," sug gested Bubbs. They searched in vain. In the meantime, Oliver Slick was giving his atten tion to Victor Maynard. "You crept out of a pretty small hole, Vic," he purred. "\Vhat do you mean?" asked Maynard apprehen sively. "Crept out of a small h o le? I don't under stand you." "Don't you?" smiled Oily. "I certainly do not." "How much money have you in your clothes?'' Vic glared at Oliver, who was cool and insinuating in his manner. "What has money got to do with it?" demanded Maynard. "I don't suppose you took that bump on the hecrA for n oth ing," chuckled Slick. "Have you gone daffy?" "Oh, not a bit of it! Now, look here, Vic, what sort of a yarn did you put up to the fellows? Now, tell me what you t o ld them." "Why, I told them the truth," declared Victor, at tempting to appear very honest. "I told them there was a man in that closet, and he jumped out on me. He hit me on the head with something, and knocked me silly." "I knew you'd put up a yarn like that," grinned Oliver. "I figured it out to a T." "It was true." "Was it?" "Of course it was I I hope you don't think I'm lying?" "I suppose it would give you an awful cramp to tell a lie!" sneered Oily. "Look here, Vic, I've been trying to help you out." "Help me out?" "Sure." "How?" "As soon as I found you stretched out here on the floor, and saw Courtney was gone, I took a look out of the window. I saw his tracks. All the fellows were gathered around you, jabbering excitedly. No one was watching me. I slipped out of the house, and ran around under the window. Then I made lots


TIP TOP WEEKLY. of tracks in the snow, with the idea of confusing the fellows. While I was doing that, I worked out your whole yarn in my head. The ropes with which Courtney was tied were cut. I knew you'd claim somebody besides you cut those ropes But if the boys found only the tracks of one man outside the window, they'd think your story pretty thm. I got a move on, and made another trail into the woods. Right in the middle of a little opening I stopped, .and then walked backward in my own tracks until I reached the house again. If that don't bother them a little, I'm a lobster." Victor Maynard stared at Slick dazedly "I don't see why you did all that," he muttered "Oh, I'm pretty clever," nodded Oliver. "I'm onto you, too You were thick with old Courtney before he left the school. The moment I came in here with the others, and found him gone and you stretched on the floor, I knew you were the one who set him free "It's not so," said Vic weakly. "Oh. yes, it is," chuckled. Oily. "You can't fool me, old man. He paid you to help him get away. Now, Vic, my boy, we'll go halves. Cough up!" "I didn't get a cent!" groaned Maynard. "That won't wash with me," said Oliver "I'm from Missouri. You'll have to show me." "All right," mumbled the young rascal. my pockets inside out. I haven't more dollars to my name. You can search, if to." "I'l I turn than two you want "I won't be satisfied until I do," said Oliver. And he proceeded to search Maynard thoroughly. ":'.'fow do you believe me?" demanded Victor. Oliver whistled softly to himself, seeming to be in meditation. "\Vhen do you get the money?" he finally asked. "I tell you I don't get any!" snarled Vic. "I hope you haven't made a worse mess of it by being so smart, and trying to help me out. Do you think I'm fool enough to let any one thump me on the head and knock me senseles for a little money?'' "Let me see how bad you're hurt." urged Slick. "Why, by jingqes You did get a crack, didn't you?" "Of course I did." Of a sudden, a new light seemed to dawn on Oliver. "Vv eli, well!" he muttered. "That was pretty rough on you, wasn't it?" "Yes, it was rough. I--" "You made a deal with Courtney.' You set him free, and then he knocked you out. Now, don't put up any more of that bluff to me. That's exactly what happened You'd better trust me, Vic. If you don't, I'll never try to help you again. Now, I'm right about this thing, am I not?" Once more Maynard sank down on the chair, and held his head in his hands, with his elbows resting on his knees "You're right, Oily," he confessed. "I did help Courtney escape. He promised to give me money. I tried to squeeze all I could out of him. After I freed him, he hit me, and knocked me senseless. I didn't get any money I say it was a dirty, mean trick, and I hope they catch him, and send him to prison!" CHAPTER VII. DEACON ELNATHAN HEWETT. It was late in the afternoon when Frank Merriwell returned from Five Forks. He came in a sleigh, be hind a span of horses, having secured a mate for Dick at the Forks. It was Bob Bubbs who met him, and told him what had happened while he was away. Merriweirs face became yery stern, and he betrayed no sign of temper. Instead o_f that, he for Victor Maynard. whom he questioned searchmgly. Inwardly quaking with fear, Maynard, pretendmg to be very ill, answered ramblingly. "One of those two men seemed to vanish in the air," asserted Bubbs. "His tracks just seemed to come to an end in a little opening in the woods. Several of the fellows followed those of the other man until he struck the mad leading to the east. He had a good start, and they could not overtake him." "I'm not to blame," mumbled Maynard. "I hope any one doesn't blame me, after what has happened to me." Merriwell turned away, and hurried to the room where Toots was guarding Inza. "Oh, I'm so glad youve returned. _Frank!'' exc .laime.d his wife. "There has been a terrible racket m th1q house. I don't know \\"hat it's all about. I kept Toots here with me all the time." 1 I ,., "Arc you strong enoug 1 to return 1ome no\\". asked Merriwell. "I have a team at the door." "Oh. I can't go too suit me," she breathed. "Just help me get on my wraps." "\i\Till you trust Toots to drive you?" "\Vhy-why, can't you come with me?" "While I v\'as away, Courtney escaped. That's what all the racket was about. I'm going to try to track him." "But it's so late! You can't do it to-night, Frank!" "I'll follow him as far as I can. Perhaps I'll be able to find out the course he has taken in his flight. Of course I'll drive you home, sweetheart, if you're afraid. But, if you'll trust Toots, I'll send one of the boys a long with you, and there's no possibility you'll be molested again. men are bot? fugi tives from justice. The police have been notified to look out for Roberts. I telephoned a description of him to various towns around here. If I can't trace Courtney, I'll notify the officers to look out for him, also." "Toots can take me home, Frank," said Inza bravely. "When shall I expect you?" "It may be late this evening before I reach home. You won't worry about me?"


12' TIP TOP WEEKLY. "Oh, no; for I know you can take care of your self." "Spoken like my brave little wife," he smiled, as he finished aiding her to don her wraps. '.'Now I'll help you down-stairs, and see you off." "Say, Massa Frank," cried Toots, "don' yo' beliebe Ah better hab ah deadly weapon ob some sort? Ah'd jes' like ah razzor. Gib me ah razzor, an' dar can't ah whole regiment ob ba-a-a-d men take de missus away from me. Ah'll hab mah peepers open, sho's you lib. Dey won't work

TIP TOP WEEKLY. If so, take my advice, and turn him out at once. The officers in this place and other places have been warned to look out for him. I have sworn out a warrant for his arrest, and the sheriff of the county will do his best to

TIP TOP WEEKLY. the Potter children. When Ruf Potter come of age, he begun to investigate, and, the next thing you knowed, he was threatenin' to sue you for misappro priating funds that belonged to him and his sisters. You was in a mighty bad scrape, Deacon Hewett, and you got skeert. All my life I've been urging you to deed this house and farm to me. You had other property enough. You'd never sign over anything to me before that, but you je st hustled over to Lawyer Dobbs, and made over everything, arter Sam Potter threatened you. I took keer to have them deeds regis tered, and to git my hands on them. Since then, I've taken mighty good keer to keep 'em, too. "Oh, yes! Oh, yes!" snarled the deacon. "You've tied my hand s! I can't make a move without com in' crawlin' round you, and axin' you shall I do this or shall I do that! That's my reward, arter savin' and scrimpin and workin' all my life to git a little something together. Only for you, I might have bought the Farnham property even if I did have to bid over Merriwell. You set a price on it, and told me I could pay jus t so much and not another dollar. \Vhen he offered more--there I was! I had to throw up my hands. Anybody with sense knows I'd made money on it, if I'd had to pay three thousand riiore than Merriwell bought it for. It's galled me most" masterl y to have him come here and make such a big spread. I never see him walkid o n the street that I don't feel like takin' my cane, and layin' it across his back." "I wouldn't ad vise you to do it, deacon," said the woman, with a touch of sa rcasm. "He's a pretty energetic young man, and he might shake you up, if you tried to cane him ." "Oh, yes; they say he's a fighter. They say he's a great athlete. But you wait, Mirandy Hewett-he'll meet his match some day. I'm not through with him! He had cheek to come right into m y h ouse, and in sult me to my face! He calls his old institution on the Farnham place a school. He, he! A school! I want you to kn ow, woman, that I'm supervisor of schools in this town, and I'm goin' to interest myself in this Merriwell school! I'll put an end to it! I'll stop it! I'll leave him with his old school building utterly useless on his hands. It'll be dead property, and then we'll see if he don't feel like selling. Leave it to me, and I may get hold of the Farnham place yet." '"'You think you're a little smarter than you really be, deacon. Something tells me you'll make a mighty big mistake if you go medding with this young man's business. You're all right to deal with country folks, but Frank Merriwell is too smart for ye." "Oh, he is, is he?" cried the infuriated man "That's what you think of your husband, is it? You think a youngster like that is too smart for Elna than Hewett! Well, I'll show ye before I m done-I'll show ye! I'll show him, too! I ain't never gi"n up getting the Farnham place, and I don't propose to. I'll make that feller no end of trouble before I'm done with him. I'm going to consult with Lawyer Dobbs to-morrer. I'm going to find out if Merriwell has any right to start up an institution like that and call it a school. If it is a school, I'm going to know if it comes under the school laws and regulations of the State. In that case, if it does, I'll show him my authority as super visor." "You're going to get into a mess, deacon!" declared the woman. "You've put your foot in it, all right!" "I' cl like to know how?"" "By having anything to do with that Courtney. He's a bad man and a criminal." "He's been misused." "That ain't for you to judge. I heerd Merriwell tellin' ye what he'd done. Now, Deacon Hewett, I decline to harbor criminals under my roof." "Under your roof?" "Yes, under my roof! This is my house! I won't keep that man here another hour! He's got to go!" "\Vhy, Mi randy!'' "Don't 'why, Mi randy' me! I've put my foot duwn, deacon, and I mean it. He's got to go to-night. If he don't, mebbe there 'll be an officer here to-morrow to arrest him, and to arrest you for harboring him." "Would you turn him out on a night like this?" "There are other places where he can get shelter. I tell ye, I won't let him stay here. You've got to notify him that I say so, and I mean it." In vain Deacon Hewett tried t o reason with his wife. She was a woman of determination, and, once her mind was made up, she refused to change it. "The Lord knows it's a cruel thing, 1\1irandy, groaned Hewett; "but you're sot-dreadfully sot! There 's no turning ye, and I s'pose I'll have to give in." He mounted the stairs, and rapped on the door of a chamber. As there was no answer to his knock, he opened the door, and entered. A lamp was burning on a little stand near the head of a bed, and on this bed lay Charles Courtney, sound asleep, with an empty whisky flask beside him. "Here, you!" cried the deacon, grasping the sleeper by the shou lder and shaking him. "Wake. up! "\i\That's the matter?" asked Courtney thickly, as he opened his eyes and stared at the deacon. "Frank Merriwell's arter ye!" "Curse Merriwell I'm tired. Let me sleep." "You can't sleep here I t ell ye, he's been here t o this house, and notified me that an officer would come to arrest ye in the morning." At last Courtney was wide-awake, and, with a bitter exclamation, he sat up on the bed. "Been here, has he?" growled the Englishman. "Well, I suppose you kicked him out of doors?" "I didn't, but I wanted to-dad bim it, I wanted to !" cried Hewett. "I'd give twenty-five dollars-yes, I'd give a hundred dollars, if I could find a man who'd thrash him within an inch of his life." "Perhaps I can find you such a man," suggested Courtney.


TIP TOP WEEKLY. rs CHAPTER IX. THE NIGHT FREIGHT. "Eh? Hey?" exclaimed Elna than. "vVhy, what do you mean?" "You re supervisor of schools in this town, aren't you?"' "Yes, siree, that's what I be ." "Do you have calisthenics in your schools?" "What's them?" "I mean are the scholars in the regular schools of this town given exercises for their physical better ment?" "Well, I should say not! That's folclerol That's nonsense t They can get exercise enough outside of school hours. Some of them has to git exercise Some of them works "Vv ork of the ordinary sort is seldom proper exer cise for a growing boy or girl, don't you now." "Now, you git out t I don't take a bit of stock in that nonsense." "That's where you make a big mistake," said Courtney. "That's where you'll find yourself behind the times, the first thing y.ou know. The trouble with most country schools is that they fail to keep with the march of progress. ot only is this true 111 the matter of studies, but it is particularly true in the matter of calisthenics. The time will come sir when every school in the country will have a physi cal-culture _drill, which will be given at a fixed period, both mornmg and afternoon.1 "Fiddlesticks Fidd lesticks! snapped Elnathan derisively. "You may cry fiddlesticks as much as you choose, but you'll find I'm correct. Now, sir, why don't you make a move that will place you abreast of the times?" "\!\That be you drivin' at?" "Why don't you employ a teacher of calisthenics fq.r the schools of this town? In that way you could show yourself decidedly up to snuff, don't you know. At the same time, you might employ a man who would be able to meet Merriwell, and give him the jolly good thumping he deserves In that way, too, it might not cost you a penny of your own money. Do you get my idea?" "I never thought of it in that light before," ad mitted the deacon. "By jingoes There may be some thing in it." "Of course there is. I'll find you the man I'll send to J:OU. I'll get a man who can act as physi cal director m your schools At the same time, I'll get a man who is capable of thrashing Frank Merriwell. After his arrival, it will be your business to see that he gets at Merri well, don't you understand?" "He t he!" snickered the deacon. "Fine t fine! It's a great idee; Courtney-a great idee I Jest as you say, I can pay him out of the school funds. I can fix it all right _by calling the committee together. They'll do anything I say I'll' call a meeting, and I'll draw their attention to this School of Athletic Development run by this here Merriwell I'll tell 'em we're gittin' behind the times. I'll tell 'em other schools all over th1e country are goin' in for such things. I'll urrre 'em to get ahead of Merriwell by introducing 'em i;to our schools. They'll do it. They'll do anything I tell 'em. Dad bust me if I don't keery this thing out, and upset some of Mr. Merriwell's calkerlations The idee of a school jest given to this physical-culture business is all rot, but it can be worked in as a regular course in the regular schools." "Now you've got your eyes open, deacon. Let me s leep ; I'm tired." "'T 't C Y am no use, ourtney. ou cant stay here tonight. The old lady says so, and that settles it. I've got to put ye out." "Well, this blooming fine go!" rasped Courtney. "What'll you do with me?" '.'Well, I've been thinking-I've been thinkingI'd drive ye over to Wellsburg, to git ye there in time to catch the midnight spress." "That won't do." "Why not?" "Merriwell has telephoned all over the country for the officers to look out for me. There is every prob ability that I'd encounter an officer at Wellsburg." "But he wouldn't have no warrant for your arrest." "He could take me for a suspicious person, and hold me until a warrant arrived. No, deacon, I can't take that train." "Well, if you stay here until morning, you'll bearrested, anyhow." "Isn't there any other way you can think of?" Elnathan Hewett scratched his head "I dunno," he muttered. "Mebbe you might git onto the freight at Baxter's Crossing It stops there gin'rally 'bout eleven o'clock to water up." "The freight?" exclaimed Courtney, with sudden interest. "That's a good idea, deacon What is Baxter's Crossing?" "Northin' but a cross-roads and a water-tank." "There'd be no officer watching the freight," said the Englishman. "If I could board it, I might be out of the county before morning." "Out of the caounty? You'd be out of the State." Courtney rolled out of bed. "I'm for the freight," he declared. "Get me there, deacon-get me there!" "All right. I'll have the team hitched right up. You dress, and come down." Hewett hurried to a room at the rear of the house and banged on the door. From within the room a sleepy grunt. "Git up, Lige!" commanded Elnathan; "git up, and git into your clo'es !" "What's wanted?" called a voice from within. "I want you to hook up Fanny for me." "Hook up Fanny?" muttered the voice. "At this hour?" "Now, don't you go axin' no questions, but jest you harness Fanny, and hook her into the cutter." "All right, deacon."


Ib TIP TOP WEEKLY. Five minutes later, Deacon Hewett's hired man de scended the back stairs, lighted a lantern, and made his way to the barn. In a short time, Fanny was harnessed and attached to the cutter. The deacon came out, bundled in a heavy overcoat, and gave direc tions in regard to robes and other things. "Now you may go back to bed, Lige," he said, taking the reins. Wondering over his employer's strange action, the hired man retired to the house. Having extinguished the lantern, he peered forth from a window, and be held another well-bundled figure slipping out and getting into the cutter. Deacon Hewett got in, also, and away they went into the darkness. "That's mighty queer, mighty qufer !" muttered Lige sleepily "The deacon's up to something He brought that man here, and now he takes him away. Well, there ain't nobody can keep track of all Elnathan Hewett's doings. I'm going to bed." At 10.49 P. M. a heavy freight-train drew up at Baxter's Crossing. The engine stopped abreast the water-tank, and preparations were made to take water. Deacon Hewett and Courtney had been waiting in the cutter at the rnadside for full thirty minutes. The deacon had driven into the shade of some thick trees, and the turnout could not be seen from the railroad track. "There she comes, Courtney," said Hewett, as the engine whistled in the distance. "I s'pose I've been running a resk by what I've done, but I couldn't help it, when I knowed I was botherin' that feller Merri well. Anybody that's agin' him I sympathize with." "I'm ever so much obliged, don't you know," said Courtney. "I won't forget you, deacon." "That's right; see that ye don't. I want ye to send that physical culture chap you spoke about. Pick out a buster. Send me one that can wallop Jim Jeffries." "You may depend on me, sir. But I must have your assurance that the man I send will be generously paid." "Don't you worry 'bout that. I'll fix it. He! he! I'll fix it so the school funds will be used to pay him. It won't cost me northin'. You send him right along. I know what I can do. Here's your train, and I hope you kin git aboard." Courtney stole along the road toward the train, while the anxious deacon watched and waited. At the water-tank, the engine panted like a tired monster. The furnace door was flung open by the fireman, and a glare of light shone forth. Courtney paused, and crouched close by some cedar bushes. "This is my first attempt to beat a railroad," he muttered. "It goes against my grain, but I have to do it." One of the train-hands passed along the top of the cars. "I mustn't be seen," whispered the man by the bushes. "If they see me, they'll kick me off." Beset by uncertainty, he waited until the tank of the engine had been filled and everything was ready for the start. He saw a trainman wave a lantern. Another lantern made an answering signal, the engine bell clanged, and the train began to move. Setting his teeth, Courtney rushed forward, and flung himself between two of the freight-cars, grasping an iron ladder. He climbed up onto this ladder, and clung there. Suddenly an exclamation of dismay escaped the Englishman Close at hand, clinging to the ladder of the opposite car, was another man. Courtney feared it was one of the train-hands. "Blooming rotten luck, don't you know!" he muttered. "Hello!" exclaimed the other man, who had heard these words. "Is that you ?" "I suppose it is," replied Courtney. "Who are you?" "You ought to know me," was the answer. "My name is Roberts." Gaining headway each moment, the heavy freight rumbled on, carrying Courtney and Roberts beyond the clutches of Frank Merriwell. CHAPTER X. UNTROUBLED BY HIS TROUBLES. True to his malicious and revengeful disposition, Elnathan Hewett did everything in his power to arouse public sentiment in Bloomfield against Frank Merriwell. In that little town, the deacon was, to some exteni, a man of influence. The very fact that he was re garded as a wealthy man caused many to look up to him. This was true, even though it was generally acknowledged that he had obtained his wealth by oppressing the weak and "pinching the poor." Hewett had his enemies, but few of them dared breathe a word against him. He was crafty enough to maintain his position of power, in spite of the hidden undercurrent of adverse sentiment. Bloomfield had a local correspondent for the Vv ellsburg Dm'ly Herald. Elnathan Hewett saw this cor respondent, and talked to him. The following day, the \Vellsburg newspaper contained an article con cerning Frank Merriwell's school, and the trouble he was having. This article was written in a sarcastic and ridiculing vein. Among other things, it contained the following paragraphs : "Mr, Merriwell's fine school, by which he proposes to make such wonderful reforms in the muscular de-


TIP TOP WEEKLY. velopment of the rising youth of our great country, has proved a wretched fiasco. It is probable Merri well anticipated a grand rush of scholars. It is prob able he expected the finest people in the land would fall over themselves in anxiety to send their sons to this marvelous school. He has made preparations to accommodate several hundred scholars, but, thus far, there are less than fifty pupils, and it is almost certain that this number will dwindle and become still smaller within a short time. We feel quite safe in predicting that the 'American School of Athletic Development' will close its doors forever within three months. When this happens, Merriwell will find a white elephant on his hands, in the shape of the buildings he has con structed on the old Farnham estate. Here will be a chance for some one to buy a whole lot of property for a song. "At the very outset, the scheme was devised by what, to reasonab l e minds, seems a disordered brain. It was ridiculous to imagine that rational people would think of sending their boys to such an institution, where they are to learn nothing of real practical bene fit, and where they are to spend their time in circus gyrnnastics and foolishness. Boys can learn to play baseball at apy school. As for football, the general sentiment of the public is against this game. Never theless, we understand that Professor ( ?) Merriwell intends to maintain football as one of the courses of his classical academy. The boys admitted there are gen erally weaklings. With such physical defects as would bar them from the football team of any reputable school, it will be a splendid thing for these puny fellows to engage in the gentle game of football. Of course, a few dozen of them may sustain serious bodily in juries which will add to their physical enfeeblements. Possibly a few may be killed. Still, we must all ad mire the judgment of Mr. Merriwell in the matter of teaching such lads to slug and kick and chew up their opponents on the gridiron. "Already two of Merriwell's instructors have be come disgusted and left him. Charles Courtney, a cultured Englishman, was engaged as wrestling and boxing master. Mr. Courtney knows his business, but his ideas did not correspond with those of his employer, and he ventured to criticize the methods of the school. As a result, Merriwell flew into a passion, and discharged Courtney. William Roberts, the swimming instructor, was so thoroughly disgusted by Merriwell's action that he resigned and left our town. Before Professor Courtney left town, Deacon Elnathan Hewett, our supervisor of schools, had an interesting talk with him. Courtney believes that calisthenics may be introduced with benefit into the common and he convinced Supervisor Hewett that such a move would be practical in the Bloomfield schools. Mr. Hewett has called a meeting of the school board, and a vote has been taken to employ a man versed and competent in this style of work. "At present, we regret to say that public sentiment seems strongly opposed to Frank Merriwell's school and his methods. At the start, Merriwell entered into this thing as if he intended to run it as a purely phil anthropic institution, supported and sustained by him self. No money was to be demanded for tuition from the pupils entered. They were to be recommended by influential men, and accepted as worthy objects of charity by Merriwell's examining board. It is now known, however, that Merriwell expects liberal con tributions from wealthy men, whom he has endeavored to interest in his magnificent project. And right here is the nigger in the wood-pile. It will be a fine thing if Mi-. Merriwell can induce wealthy citizens of our country to fork over thousands of dollars for him to spend as he sees fit. Yes, it will be a very fine thing -for him. In the meantime, we'll wait, and see how long it takes him to run his great school into the ground." Frank Merriwell smiled when he finished perusing this article. Friends who saw it asked him if he would answer it. "Yes, I shall answer it," he nodded; "but not through the newspapers. I'll answer it right here with my school. If I fizzle, as this brilliant chap prophe sies, that will be one sort of an answer. If I succeed -well, that will be another kind of an answer." Frank continued about his business, as if the thought of failure did not trouble him in the least. During the first few days after losing Courtney and Roberts, Merry was kept extremely busy, for he took on his own shoulders the burden of performing the tasks of these two departed assistants. When Merry did a thing, he never slighted it. If the boys fancied they would be neglected, or given an easy time until new instructors could be secured, they soon dis covered their mistake. Merriwell actually performed the work of many men. He drilled the different classes, and he looked after each lad needing individual attention. During working hours, he found scarcely a moment to pause for a restful breath. In the matter of wrestling and boxing, the boys soon discovered that Charles Courtney was a tyro, in comparison to Frank Merriwell. Not only that, but


18 Merriwell had the faculty of imparting knowledgein teaching others so that they grasped his ideas quickly and carried them into execution. As a swimmer, few men in the world excelled Frank. It is a peculiar thing that almost all animals, save man, swim naturally the first time they find themselves in the water. Man alo ne has to learn the art by labori ous effort. A few beginners learn quickly and with comparative ease. Others find it difficult to get the knack of keeping afloat. Still others, even though they faithfully endeavor to follow instructions, come, after a time, to be discouraged, and believe it im, possible for them to learn at all. The great trouble with those who fail to grasp the knack of swimming is lack of confidence. They are unable to surrender themselves to the yielding embt,:ace of the water. The moment they do surrender, and their heads go under, they are seized by a feeling of panic, and immediately attempt to rise as high as possible in the water. To swim with the greatest ease, one's body must lie just beneath the surface of the water, with his chin to the lips. As long as his nose is above the surface he may breathe. If he tries to swim with his head and shoulders held high, the effort becomes difficult and tiresome. An expert may swim in this manner, but he seldom does. Among the boys learning to swim, there were two or three who grew excited and nervous every time they entered the water. Merry took them in hand, and talked to them in a way that quieted their nerves and gave them confidence. In truth, he .seemed to irnpa rt to each one a portion of his own absolute fear lessness. As a result, one after another learned to surrender themselves to the buoyant liquid, sinking low and sustaining themselves momentarily by the gentle movements of their hands and feet. Once a person has found that the water will actually buoy him up if he surrenders himself to it, his c o nfi dence grows rapidly, and after that the task of learning to swim becomes comparatively easy. Each night Merry found Inza waiting to greet 11im with a smile and a kiss, and encourage him with words of praise or advice. They talked over the affairs of the school, and he found many of her ideas worth con sidering and adopting. "Well," he said one night, as he flung himself wearily into the enfolding embrace of an easy chair, "even though the prophesies of my enemies should come true, and my school prove a failure, I've done some good. I've led the school board of Bloomfield to employ a physical instructor and introduce calisthenics into the schools of the town. It's probable that Deacon Hewett fancied he was rapping me when he urged the board to take uch an action, but, in fact, he was acknowledging that such physical training is actually needed in the public schools. It was really a triumph for me. I understand his instructor arrived to-day." "Oh!" exclaimed Inza. "vVho is he? Do you know anything about him, Frank;?" "I've heard of him. His name is Batterby." "Batterby ?" "Yes, Martin Batterby. He has given exhibitions in various parts of the country as a strong man. At one time, he had a standing challenge against Sandow." "What sort of a man is he? What's his cha(acter, Frank?" Merry shrugged his shoulders. "Of course I don't know a great deal concerning him, but he has been in the ring." "The ring?" "Yes, the prize-ring." "Oh, he's a pugilist?" "Yes, he has done some fighting." "Does he really know anything about scientific plwsi cal culture ?" "That remains to be seen. At any rate, I am n9t going to condemn him until I find out what he can do. I hope he's an efficient man. I expect my new wres tling and boxing master within a day or two. My swimming instructor will be here to-morrow." "I'm so glad!" cried Inza. "You're working your self to death." "Oh, not a bit of it," he laughed. "Hard work of the sort a man likes seldom kills him, and I like this work. I've fourid my correspondence piling up on me until it's become a burden, and I've employed a sten ographer. Oh, I'll have things running smoothly in a short time now. You understand I've employed these two new assistants as temporary helpers. I may keep them, but both men understand that, in all probability, they will not remain with me long. I pay them well, in order to get them under such circumstances." "But if they prove efficient, you'll keep them, won't you?" "I may not." "Why not?" "I have another idea in my mind, Inza. I want men who are not only competent for the places, but who will take the same interest in the work that I do. It's difficult to get such men. I have in mind two chaps who would take hold of the work with interest and en


TIP TOP WEEKLY. thusiasm equal to my own, if I could induce them to take it at all. You know them both, Inza." "Oh, do I? Who are they?" "Well, as a wrestling and boxing instructor, I've been thinking of a big, lazy, good-natured chap by the name of Bruce Browning." Inza uttered an exclamation of delight, clapping her hands "Dear old Bruce!" she cried. "\Vouldn't that be splendid? Do you suppose he'd do it?" "Well, that's the question. I've written him about it, urging him to accept the position." "And who's the other?" breathlessly questioned Frank's wife. "Jack Diamond. He can swim like a fish, and I'm certain he could teach others." "Jack?'' questioned Inza. "Why, hes in England, Frank." "I know it." "You might get Bart Hodge. Isn't he a good swimmer?" "A splendid swimmer," nodded Merry; "but I do not believe Bart has the temperament and patience to become a good teacher. He's not adapted to such work. I should hate to ge him into it, and not be able to keep him. If I can get Diamond, I shall have the very man for the place. I wrote him immedi ate ly after Roberts left., I did think of cabling but I couldn't very well explain everything as fully as I wished by cable. Now, Inza, you understand why Cameron and Farthing, my new assistants, may not remain with me permanently, even though they prove satisfactory and efficient. If Diamond and Browning come here they will take hold of the work with the same interest that I do. I'll be able to trust them to any extent. If my mining business s h ou ld call me away for a time, they would see that the school went on properly. I would have no cause to worry about mat ters here. I hope they come." "I hope they come!" echoed Inza. CHAPTER XI. FRANK'S VISITORS. As Merry was leaving the house, the following morning, Toots waylaid him. "Ah say, Massa Frank," called the colored boy, "Ah wan' to speak wif yo'. Scuse me! Ah'ze gut something mighty 'portant to sugges' to yo'." "All right, Toots," nodded Merry. "What's your suggestion?" "Yo' see, it's dis way, massa. Ah'ze gut a friend dat's a mighty strong nigger. Bah golly! he's de stronges' colored man Ah eber seen. Ah'ze been tellin' him 'bout mah job heah, an' he took it int o h i.> hade he'd like to work fo' you, too. Didn't send me no word, nor nuffin', but he jes' come right ober h cah, an' Ah'ze gut him right out in de stable. Now, if yo' wan' some kind of a physicum instructor to do de strong act in yo' school my friend Jumbo is jes' de man yo' wan'." Merry laughed heartily. "I'm afraid your friend has applied a little too late for the position," he said good-naturedly. "All the places are filled." "Well, now, dat's sholy a shame!" said Toots. "Dat boy Jumbo would make yo' a mighty fine physicum instructor, sah. Don' s'pose dar's nuffin' he can do 'bout de place, is dar ?'' "Why, possibly I might find something for him to do. Is he handy with a broom?" "Do yo' mean is he a good sweeper, sah? Bah golly! he's de fines' yo' eber see." "Well, I'm in need of an assistant janitor. The young fellow I have can't attend to all the work. Send your friend over to the academy, let him come to the basement door of Farnham Hall. The regu lar janitor will be there, and I think we can set Jumbo to work." "Ah'ze mighty much obleeged to yo', sah," bowed Toots. "If Jumbo can't be a physicum instructor, he'll be pleased to git de position ob assistant janitor. Yes, sah. Thank yo', sah. Scuse me!" Frank had forgotten about Jumbo when, later in the forenoon, he was hurrying from one department to another. Suddenly he encountered a burly black man, who instantly doffed his cap exposing two mighty rows of massive teeth in a broad grin. "Ah wants to thank yo', sah, fo' de position," said the darky deferentially. "Dis am de fust time Ah eber was in a college, an' Ah beliebe Ah'll take de full course. It's a mighty swell thing fo' a pusson to say he's been through college. Yas, sah." "So you're Jumbo, are you?" said Merry. "You seem to be well named. I believe Toots told me you're very strong." "Ah'm so stror1g, sah, dat Ah actually ache wif strength, at t im es. If yo' hab a safe dat yo' wants put up to de top story, Ah'll jes' lift it onto mah shoulder, an' trot up wif it." "Well, we haven't any j o b of that kind for you just now. You can work off your superfluous energy by


20 TIP TOP WEEKLY. keeping things clean. I hope you're a good cleaner, Jumbo." "Yah, sah, Ah'ze de fines' in de country. Ah worked mos' two year fo' a lady from Mass'chusetts, an', bah golly! she was de mos' perticklar woman 'b t a speck ob dirt Ah eber seed. If dar was jes' a leetle, teenty mite on de bannister, she jes' had a conniption fit, sah. If dar happened to be a grain ob dus' in de cor ner, she mighty nigh fainted away. When Ah gut through workin' fo' dat woman, sah, Ah was a re formed nigger. When Ah hired wif her Ah didn't know what dirt was, but, by golly! Ah found out befo' Ah retired from dat lady's employ." "You're all right if you've learned your lesson as well as that," nodded Frank. "What wages do you expect?" "Well, mebbe Ah'll be a leetle high fo' yo', sah, but Ah'ze suttinly gwine to be wuth it. A h'll a purty good salary. Ah wan' 'bout fo' dol's a month an' mah keeps." "I'll give you five and your keeps," smiled Frank, as he passed on, leaving Jumbo with every tooth in his head gleaming. "Bah gracious!" muttered the colored man, "dis am de fines' job Ah eber had. Ah gits a raise befo' Ah commences to work. Say, Ah'll bet anybody mah fust month's salary

TIP TOP \VEEKLY. 21 man was Hobson Dobbs, a lawyer, well known in Bloomfield and the surrounding country as a sharp practitioner and something of a shyster. Behind this man came a broad-shouldered, thick necked individual, who wore a checked suit and a silk hat. He had a mustache and a very square jaw, which seemed to protrude bulldogishly. In a moment, although he had never seen this per son before, Merry knew he was Martin Batterby1 the new physical instructor for the schools of the town. That first glance also settled Merriwell's opinion on another point. Instinctively he realized that Batterby had been employed by Hewett on account of his fight ing ability, more than for his knowledge of scientific calisthenics. Merriwell scented trouble. Jumbo lingered outside the door. "If yo' needs me, sah," he said significantly, "Ah'll be right 'round, sah." "I don't think I'll need you," said Frank. "Bery well, bery well," muttered the darky, with an intonation of disappointment. Having closed the door, Jumbo continued to mutter: "Mebbe yo' t'ink yo' won't need me, but, bah gra cious! Ah'ze gwine to be on hand if yo' do. Ah'd jes' gib 'bout two hundred per cent. ob mah monthly wages to reliebe some ob dis pain dat's troublin' me in mah muscles." Merriwell stood beside his desk and surveyed the visitors. "You've gut a mighty slick place here, ain't ye?" sneered Deacon Hewett, looking round with a scornful air. "You've spent a lot of money fittin' it up, ain't ye? You've wasted a lot of money foolishly." "Gentlemen," said Frank, "there's a lady present. \Yould you kindly remove your hats?" "A lady?" muttered Lawyer Dobbs. "She's a stenographer! We don't have to take off our hats when we go into a business office where there's a stenographer." Merriwell tingled to put his hands on the little shyster, but refrained from showing a trace of anger as he observed : "It's evident I made a mistake when I addressed you as gentlemen. Miss Pierce, I trust you overlook their lack of common decency." "Now what do you think of that, what do you think of that?" rasped Elna than Hewett, giving Batterby a nudge with his elbow. "Oh, he's due to get his, all right!" growled Bat terby. "You're a very uppi s h young man Merriwell !" sneered Dobbs. "You'd better drop that sort of talk instantly! '' flung back__Frank. "State your business and state it at once!" "We will state our business!" shouted Batterby, flourishing a ham! ike fist. "Our business is to tell you that your School of Athletic Development is a fraud and you're a fakir!" CHAPTER XII. THE VISITORS DEPART HURRIEDLY. "In other words said Frank calmly, "you propose to make it your business to interfere with my busi ness." "Yes, that's it!" roared Batterby. "No, that isn't it either! We're going to show you up!" "I dd d M h see, no e erry, you re gomg to s ow yourselves up." "Yes, we're going to show ourselves up!" cried the pugilist. "Here! here! what are you saying? We're not going to show ourselves up; we're going to show you up!" "You seem to be laboring under a slight misappre hension," said Frank. "I'm not deaf. You don't have to shout in order to make me hear." "Perhaps you don't know me!" rasped Batterby. "Perhaps you don't know who I am!" "It's possible I don't want to." "I'm a physical instructor myself. I have taught in the public schools. I'm a school-teacher." "You're a fool teacher?" "Yes, sir, I'm a fool teacher. No, I'm not! What do you m_ean by saying that? Are you trying to insult me?" "I insult you for the world," said Merry soothingly. "I'd be very careful about that." "You'd be very careful, hey? Well, you'd better be careful! You'd better not insult me!" "I couldn't insult you if I tried." "That's right, you couldn't insult me if you tried! Now stop that! Don't be putting words into my mouth that I don't intend to speak! You're trying to a spectacle of me!" "You're making a spectacle of yourself." "I'm a gentleman, s ir! Am I not?" "Yes, you're a gentleman-not!" "Now jest wait a minute," cut in Deacon Hewett. "When I'm through with this young man you can saY,


TIP TOP WEEKLY. anything you want to say to him, Mr. Batterby. Mr. Merriwell, I s'spose you understand l'm the public supervisor of schools. It's my business to look after the schools in this town and see that everything is run proper and correct in them. If things is wrong, if the schools ain't up to the standard, if I don't approve of the way they're being run, I ken shet them up, by ginger! Now, sir, I've taken pains to find out all about your school here, and I'm satisfied it's a fraud. You're gittin' together a whole lot of sickly boys and cleludin' them into the idee that you're goin' to make them strong and healthy. Be you a doctor? Answer that question Be you a doctor?" "I'm not a doctor of medicine," ansvvered Merry; "but I presume you are aware that I have an eminent German doctor at this school, whose business it is to--" "Fiddlesticks on your eminent German doctor!" in terrupted Elnathan, waving his long arms. "I say fid dlesticks on him! As I was jest a-tellin', you're gittin' together a whole Jot of sick boys here in this town, and they're becoming a menace to the health of the whole commmunity. You're making this school a nuisance. Being supervisor of schools, I propose to supervise this one. I'm going to shet it up! I'm going to close this school, and I want you to understand it!" "You interest me very much, Mr. Hewett," said Frank. "I wonder how you're going about it?" "I'm here to give ye my orders! I'm here to order you to close this school immediately! You want to understand, by jlngoes that I have authority to give orders!" "Let's see if you have, Mr. Hewett. You're ap pointed by the citizens of this town to act as supervisor of the public schools. Your superiors are on the scHool board of the State. This institution is a private school, Mr. Hewett. Neither the town of Bloom fie lei nor the State in which the town of Bloomfield lies contributes one dollar toward the support of this school. There fore, sir, neither you nor any member of the State Board has an atom of authority to come here and give orders to me. You're interfering with my business just at present and taking up a great deal of my valu able time. Having stated your business with me and having received your answer, you will oblige me by de parting." "Hold on a minute," put in Lawyer Dobbs. "You've heard from these gentlemen, and now you'll hear from me. As Deacon Hewett has informed you, you are collecting a lot of unhealthy boys here in this town, and, therefore, your school becomes a menace to the health of the community. Not only that, but these boys are permitted to roam about over the coun try, under the pretense of learning to travel on snow shoes or something of that sort. As soon as the snow is off they'll be makin' cross-country nms and playing hare and hounds and cutting up similar capers They're a menace to the health and peace of the com munity. Therefore, sir, your school is a public nui sance, and as such I shall move against it in behalf of the town, complaint having been made by Deacon Hewett and several other prominent citizens. You'll find yourself up against the law, sir-up against the law!" "Have you finished?" questioned Merry. "Yes, I've finished, but I want you to understand that I mean every word I've said! We're going to put an end to this disgraceful thing you call a school!" <( ow, Mr. Dobbs; you may go. Hurry right away, sir, and get into action as soon as you can. In the meantime, I'll take pleasure in investigating your rec ord and your career. You've been able to cover up much of your crookedness, although at one time there was danger that you would be debarred and forbidden to practise your profession. Had Frederick \Vaterby seen fit to follow the matter up in regard to the which you procured for his wife, you would be behind prison-bars to-day for perjury. Had the Potter heir not been frightened out of it, had they possessed suffi cient money to secure competent counsel, both Elnathan Hewett, who misappropriated the Potter for tune, and you, who assisted him in this reprehensible work, would now be doing time in the State peniten tiary. I'm not in the habit of speaking of my financial standing, but I assure you I am not exactly a poor man. I have sufficient money to enable me, if I see fit, to take hold of either one of these cases and carry them to a finish. \i\!aterby has declined to appear against you. He may be compelled to do so. He may be compelled to go on the stand and testify just how much money he received through you if he would not prose cute you for perjury. All the Potte1' heirs need is some one to offer financial backing and encourage them in bringing suit. I shall take great pleasure in giving them all the encouragement in my power." While Merry was speaking both Hewett and ))obbs betrayed agitation. The deacon became very nervous, and the lawyer turned pale, although he tried to sneer and maintain a derisive air. Frank stepped quickly to the office door and flung it wide open. Pointing toward the door he sternly commanded:


TIP TOP WEEKLY. 23 "Go!'' "All right, all right," mumbled Hewett, who seemed somewhat cowed "we'll go." "Yes, we'll go," no dded Dobbs; "but we're not frightened." "Say," roared Batterby, "I want you to understand I'm in no hurry about going! This feller can't talk to me nor my friends in no such manner as this! If he does, I'm liable to fan him ab .. Batterby advanced on Frank as he said this, and thrust his huge fist under Merriwell's nose. An instant later something happened to Mr. Bat terby. Quick as a flash of lightning, Merriwell swept the threatening fist aside. He seized the man by the collar, and, before Batterby realized it he was running through the office door toward the head of the stairs beyond. The toe of Merriwell's right foot struck the pugilistic physical instructor about seven inches below the back-strap of the gerttleman's trousers. Batterby was sent through the air as if he had been hit by a bat tering-ram. With a terrible thud he landed half-way down the stairs, and went bouncing and bumping the rest of the way to the bottom. Now it happened that Jumbo was lingering near the foot of those stairs, and Jumbo's muscles were paining him. 'Scuse me!" cried the darky, as he pounced on the bewildered Batterby and yanked him to his feet. "Yo' seem to be in a drefful hurry, sah. Right dis way out, sah Almost before Batterby could catch his breath, he was swished towa-rd the door. Jumbo handled the man as if he were a featherweight. "Allus gibs me great pleasure to 'sist any pusson in a great hurry," said the darky, as he flung the pugilist out onto the steps and then kicked him hendlong to_the walk. 14 Both He-..y-ett and Dobbs had been astounded by the manner in which Frank disposed of Batterby. "Don't put your hands on me!" rasped Elna than, as he rushed for the stairs. "Don't interfere with the majesty of the law!" pal pitated Dobbs, as he hurried after Hewett. Jumbo heard them as they came clattering down the stairs. Back to the of the stairs went the darky. "Dis way out, gem.mans," he chuckled, as he made a grab at Hewett. The deacon was lifted like a feather, and his feet did not again touch the floor until the front door was reached. At that point they touched barely a moment. Then once more Jumbo's heavy boot aided a visitor to depart. Hewett went flying on top of Batterby, who had started to rise, and both sprawled in a heap. "Murder!" cried Dobbs, as he tried to dodge past the huge colored man. 'Scuse me I" muttered Jumbo, and his foot pro pelled the lawyer as it had previously propelled his two compantons. "Now, gemmans," said the darky, as he stepped out side and stood with his arms akimbo "dat's de nearest way to de road. Ah'ze mighty glad ob a chance to 'sist yo' when yo' was in such a hurry. If yo' need any mo' 'sistance, Ah'll suttinly take pleasure in gib bin' to ye." EviElently none of the three fancied he needed further assistance, for all made haste to rise and take flight in the most comical manner. "Yah yah !" laughed Jumbo. "Dem gemmans am suttinly in a drefful hurry ." Merriwell stood at the head of the stairs. "Thank you, Jumbo," he said, as the colored man reentered the lower hall. "Don' mention it, sah," grinned the darky. "Ah'ze mighty glad to hab an opportunity to reliebe de pain in mah muscles Ah'ze feelin' a great deal better, sah. Yas, sah. Thank yo'." CHAPTER XIII. FROM THE FLAMES. Half-an-hour later three disconsolate, disgusted me1i sat in Lawyer Dobbs' clingy little office. Dobbs' face was red pith rage as he scowlingly puffed at a black cigar. Hewett sat on a cfiair, with his knees together and his feet apart, staring at a crack in the floor. Bat terby sat astride another chair, hi; ruffied silk h a t on the back of his head, bursting into occas i onal fits of profanity. "Don't swear, man-don't swear the deacon finally snapped. "I don t like it! I'm a church-member." "Oh, to blazes with that!" rumbled the pugilist. "I'm thinking of that nigger I'm thinking what I'll do to him when I get a chance." "You didn't do much to Merriwell," reminded Hewett. "Why, I thought you was a great fighter You let him run you out of his office and kic!< you down-stairs, jest as if you was a ten-year-old boy. What am I hirin' you for, man? Wl1at did you say you'd do to him when we went there? You said all you wanted him to do was jest try to put ; hand on ye. If he done that, you said you'd wipe up the floor


24 TIP TOP WEEKLY. with him. Yah-h I'm lame now where that nigger kicked me!" "That's it! that's it!" declared Batterby. "It wasn't Merri well ; it was the nigger. Come n ow gentlemen, are we going to stand for this ? You made a lot of talk about puttin g the l aw to Merriwell, Mr. Hewett. Now's your chance You can sue him for assault and battery." "I dunno 'bout the law ," mutter ed Elnathan, casting a dubious and questioning eye toward D ob b s "vVhat do you think, squire?" "Are you asking for my legal advice?" demanded Dobbs. "Now hold on-hold on, sq uire! D on't you g o to chargin' me for legal advice! We're all in this busi ness. He threatened you jest as much as h e did me." "Well, to give yo u my h o nest opin i o n I doubt if we can do much of anything with him through the c o ur ts He seems to he a pretty na sty chap when he's sti rred up. If we did ins t itute proceedings against him, per h a ps he d keep his threat to probe certain matter s that we don't care to have p robed." "That's what I was thinkin'," groaned the deacon. "As fur' s law's consarnecl. it seems to me that he' s gu t u s on the hip. But I engaged Batte rb y 'spe cially to make it hot for that feller. Batterby, you're n o good!" "You wait and see! grow led the pugilist. "I'll show you!" "What'll you do?" "\Vait and see!" repeated Batterby. "I'll lay for him \Vhen I meet him in puhlic some time, I'll tal k t o him so that he 'll have t o make an offe n s ive move. Then I'll jump on him and beat him up." "All right, all right," nodded the deacon. "If you do that, you can h o ld your j ob here in the public schools; but if you don't do it I won't need you as a physical instruc tor. I guess that's plain enough for you." Batterby ro se with a great show of wrath and pro ceeded t o make all sorts of threats against Frank Me r riwell. This talk seemed to relieve the feelings of his c o mpanion s to so me exte nt a nd it was finally decided that no further m ove shou l d be made until the pugili s t h ad carried out his prom i ses. For two o r three days after this Martin Batterby swagge red about town, telling people what wo uld hap pen when he encountered Frank. As a result, all Bloo mfield seemed waiting impatientl y for that encoun ter. But one m orning the people of the little t o wn awoke to find that Martin Batterby had quietly departed som e tim e during the nig-ht, and thereafter for many weeks the schools of the town were without the services of a physical in st ructor. In the meantime, Merry went about his business a s. if n o thing of a disturbing nature had occurred. His school was visited by several prominent citizens of the State, including a State. Senator and United States Congressman. Without exception, these visitors com mended Frank's work an4 departed to praise him un stintedly. The State Senator wrote a letter to the Wellsburg H era ld in which he gave his opinion of the American School of Athletic Development. This letter, howev:r, was suppressed for the time being. A day or two later an interview with the c o ngress man apppeared in a prominent ew York paper. In thi s interview the congressman declared that Merri well's school was a grand philanthropic institution de sening the support, both morall y and financially, of all who were interested in the welfare of the rising genera ti o n Merriwell was spoken of in terms of alm os t lavish praise Following this, the next issue of the Wellsburg H era ld published the letter fr o m the State Senator, prefacing it with a statement that it had b e en over l oo ked, alth o u g h it reached the office in time to ap pear at a much earlier elate. In Blo o mfield the tide o f public sentiment began to turn. and gradually the townspeople awoke t o the fact that, far from being something of which they should feel shame, Merri well's school was a thing in which they could take real pride. Elnathan Hewett grew more sour each day. One evenin g as the deacon was reading his news paper, Mrs. Hewett being out to call on a neighb o r across the wa, there came a sharp knock on the door. "Now who's that?" growled Hewett, removing his spectacles and picking up the lamp. "Who's coming round to bother me to-night? I don't want to see n o body!" when he opened the door, a man pushed into the hall. "Hold on !" commanded the deacon "\i\ T ho be you? and what do you want?" "Close the door," said the man, and proceeded to close it himself. "You know me, deacon." He turned down the collar of his overcoat, and Hewett gave a start. "Great ginger!" he cried "It's Courtney! \Vh at be yo u

TIP TOP \\.EEYL Y. 25 "Oh, that's all right!" growled the Englishman thickly. "I've come back to find out how you're getting along with Merriwell. I couldn't keep away. I'm dying to get revenge on him! It eats out my heart every day of my life!" "Man, you're drunk!" cried the deacon. "I'm not drunk!" denied Courtney. "I'm tired. I can't go to any other place in town. I want to stay here to-night. Now don't turn me out! If do, you'll make a mistake, deacon You helped me to get away, and you knew there was a warrant out for my arrest. If I'm arrested now, yo u 'll be in trouble, too. All I want is a bed." "My gracious! it's a good thing Mirandy isn't here!" muttered Hewett. "She'd never let you stay in this house You'll have to leave by the first train in the morning. There won't be many folks stirring, and you can get out of town, all right. I hate most mortally to keep you here, but I s'pose r11 have to." "Yes, you'll have to," said Courtney. "Just show me the bed, and I'll turn in." Charles Courtney slept in Elnathan Hewett's house that night. He fell asleep with a whisky flask beside him and a lighted cigarette in his mouth. An hour fater the quiet village was startl ed by the cry of fire. The fire-bell rang, and the villagers made haste to rush forth to the fire. The burning house proved to be that of Deacon Hewett. The upper part of the house was on fire, but the neighbors entered the lower rooms and brought out the furnishings, while waiting for the village fire-com pany and hand-tub to arrive. Like the average volunteer fire-company of a small village, that of was amazingly slow in its movements. "They'll never save the deacon's house!" exclaimed a woman. "Just look! The whole upper story is afire!" "I suppose everybody got out, all right?" questioned another woman. "Oh, yes, the deacon and Mrs. Hewett have been helping to bring out the furniture. There's their hired man. He's been working like a tiger. The deacon's in an awful state of mind. He ain't got no insurance." "He's too mean to pay for insurance!" cried a boy. "Who's that young man that's been helpin' bring out the stuff?" asked one of the women. "Don't you know him?" demanded the boy. "\rVhy, that's Frank Merriwell." At this moment a sudden shout of astonishment and horror burst from the spectators. "Look! look!" they cried. "There's somebody in the house now!" A human figure in nightclothes had appeared at one of the upper windows, plainly seen for a moment in the glare of the fire. "vVho is it?" "Goodness knows!" "He'll ha v e t o jump!" "If he don't, he'll be burned t o death !" "Where's a ladder?" "Bring a ladder, somebody !" "He's gone!" "He's gone! he's gone!" A great cloud of sm oke had enfolded the figure at the window. When the smoke was swept away the figure had vanished. It had been seen by Merriwell. Frank knew the unknown man had been overcome by smoke. He be-1 ieved the man had fallen just inside the window at which he had been seen. Merry rushed to some men who were awkwardly bringing a ladder round the cor ner. He flung several of them aside, and, assisted only by a huge colored man, whom he called Jumbo, he hastened with the ladder to a point directly beneath the window at which the man had been seen. "Show your muscle, Jumb o!" he cried. "Put that ladder in place! Put it up to that window!" "Yas, sah," said Jumbo, as he swung the ladder into the air as if it were a t o othpick. "Dar she am, sah." "Hold -it," directed Frank. Up the ladder he went. \rVith his foot he smashed the window, and then he sprang into the room. A mo ment later he reappeared, with a human form dan gling over his shoulder. The villagers cheered lustily as Merriwell descended the ladder, bearing his unconscious enemy, Charles Courtney. * * * For three days Courtney was delirious. At no time was he violent, but through it all his mind wandered, and he ta lked wildly of Frank Merriwell, seeming to fancy that he was tied to a stake and Merriwell was piling burning wood and brush about him. Through all this the man was cared for by two com petent nurses and a doctor who never left the house. Finally, after a deep sleep, Courtney awoke and found the doctor at the bedside. "What has happened?" he muttered. "The fitc I seem to remember a fire all around me! I was smother ing!"


TIP TOP WEEKLY. "You're all right now," assured the physician. ''You were discovered barely in time. Deacon Hewett's house burned. They say the fire must haYe been caused by you. You were smoking in bed." "That's true," muttered Courtney. "I think I did smoke. How did I get out?" "They savv you in the window. A ladder was placed at that window, and a man brought you out." "vVho was the man ?" "Frank Merriwell." Courtney caught !1is breath and lay staring at the. doctor for a long time. "Where am I now?" he finally asked. "You're in Merriwell's house. He had you brought here, and he has kept me to w;itch over you during the three days that you have been out of your mind'.'' About the Te T w kl t Ip Op ee y Wa receive hundred! of letters every week from readers aaking If we can supply the early numbers of Tip Top containing Frank's adventures. In every case we are obliged to reply that numbers 1 to 300 are entirely out of print. Wo would like to c11.ll tho attention of our readers to tho fact that tile Prank Merri well Storlea now beinr publiahed in book form in the Modal Library are i<1clu1ive ef the'e early numllers. The drst beolr: te appur waa No. 150 entitled "FrankM:erriwell's Selaeolda ya." We here.with a !lat of all the stories that have bean published 1n book form up to tho time of writing. We wjll glad to .ten<'.! fine colored cover catalog-ue of the Medal L1lm>.ry which 11 just filled with good things for boys, upon receipt of a one-cent stamp to cover postage. The Prlu ef Tiit Merrlw.11 Books la Ten Cents per Cepy. At 111 Newldulers Frank Mrrlwell at Yale. Medal No. 205. lOc Frank Merrlwell Down South. Medal Na. 119. lOc. Frank Merrlwell In Camp. Medal Ne. 258. lOc. Frank Merrlwell la Ea1land. Medal Ne. 340. lOc Frank Merrlwell ia l!lurope. Medal Ne. 201. lOc 1''raak Merrlwell In Mlline. Medal No. 276. lOc. Fraak Merrlwell ea the Road. Medal No. 300. lOc. Frank Merrlwell's Athletes. Medal No. 233. lOc. Frank Merrlwell's l!ieycle Tour. / Medal No. 217. lO c. Frank Merrlwell's Book o! Physical Development. Diamond Hand-Book No. 6 lOc. Funk Merrlwell's Brave,y. Medal No. 193. lOc. fl'rank Merrlwell' Champions. Medal No. 240. lOc Frank Merrlwell' Chase. Medal No. 271. lOc Frank Merrlwell's Chum. Medal No. 187. lOc. Frank Merrlwell's College Chums. Medal No. 312. lOc. Frank Merrlwell' Courage. Medal No. 225. lOc. Frank Merrlwell's Cruise. Medal No. 267. lOc. Frank Merrlwell' Dancer. / Medal No. 251. lOc. Frank Merrlwell's Daring. Medal No 229 lOc. Frank Merrlwell's l"aine Medal No. 808. lOc. Frank Merrlwell' First Job. Medal No. 284. lOc. Fraak Merrlwel1'1 Fo&

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Owing to the number of letters received, the editors of Tip Top c:aonot undertake to secure their publication under six weeks. Those who contribute to this department must not expect to see them before that time. I have been a consta'lt reader of TIP Toe for six years, and have nearly a complete file of numbers,. I have about one hun dred and fifty bound into volumes, and many of my friends have read them, thereby making them regular readers of your "king of weeklies." Two years ago I wrote a letter, which I think reached the waste-basket, but am tryin2' again, and hope this one will e scape. What has become of Hector Marsh? I am interested in him, and wish he would become a decent fellow and a friend of Dick, because we have the same name. Will he appear at Fardale again? I think June is a lovely girl, and if Dick sticks to her he will be just in luck. Chester should be a decent fellow, if for no other reason than to have that much respect for his sister. I hope that Rioden gets his in a hurry, and the sooner h e does the better. I wish Frank, Dick, and some of the fellows would v1s1t Minnesota to go hunting this year, and incid entally to go up against Minnesota University football team, champions of the West, and the St. Paul lacrosse team, champions of Av1erica. I wish all TIP Toe reader who are interested in a correspond ence club would write to me. I will answer all letters promptly. I would also like to exchange papers with re ade rs. I have over five thousand different ones. If An Illinois Girl, of Ointon, Ill., and Blue-Eyed Meg, of Hopkins, Minn., will send me their names, I should be pleased to correspond with them. I am now seventeen years old, but will be eighteen by the trme this reaches the basket or is printed. Please send me a complete catalogue of all your publications. With three cheers for TIP Tor, Frank, Dick, and all their pals, Burt L. Standi sh and Street & Smith, I am, a loyal Tip Topper, Pine Island, Minn. EDWARD M. MARSH. We will mail you a catalogue of our publications at once. Your bound TIP ToPs will make a welcome addition to the family bookcase. You are such an enthusiastic reader that we feel that your name should go on the Roll of Honor. Mr. Standish attends to the various characters, and whether he in tends to bring your namesake back to the pages of TIP ToP we cannot predict just at this time. I have just firtished reading TIP ToP No. 497, which is a very good story; in fact, all of them that I have read are very good, and I have read a good many. I was looking over the letters in the Applause column when I came across the letter which "A Kansas Lassie" wrote, wishing to correspond with any one who wished to write to her. If he should send a letter to the address below, I am sure she would get one in return. Dick and Brad are the boys for me. Wishing Burt L. Standish and Street & Smith luck for many years to come, I am, yours very truly, HAROLD G. HOYT. 297 New Street, Newark, N. J. Of course the TIP ToPs you have read are good I And they are getting better every day I have heard quite a few people remark that the Applause column in the TIP Toe WEEKLY was not genuine, and that the letters printed therein were fictitious, and were only made up to increase the sale of the magazine by the ingenious brain of some one especially appointed to that department. I have doubted the statements I have heard, however, and never having seen a letter in the same department from any one that I know, I thought I would prove conclusively to myself, at any rate, that these accusations were false, by having you print at least a por tion of this letter, with my initials, W. E. H., signed at the close. This will settle all dispute, for then I can show these doubting Thomases that they are away off their base in this re spec t, by simply showing them this letter, printed in your maga zine, with my name signed to it. I have never written to you before, but for nine years I have been an ardent admirer of your splendid book. With the pub lication of the five-hundredth issue, I shall have a complete li brary of eighty-four volumes, as I have bound in regufar order s ix magazines to the volume. This library will repre sent that I have spent twenty-five dollars, but you may rest assured th a t I n eve r will spend another twenty-five dollars that I can honestly say I have ever derived one-tenth part of the enjoyment that I have from my Frank Merriwell's. Hurrah I I would not take fifty dollars for the set spot cash, if l could not replace it. There is something about the Tre Top that differs from all other magazines. I beg to be allowed to judge, as I have bought and read hundreds of other books, which I might name, only to find that there is really only one TIP ToP and all others are cheap imitations. 1 Mr. Burt L. Standish is one man among a million, for where can one find a person so well informed as he must be, to write on such a great multitude of subjects, and always keep the inter est centered in the grand old TIP Toe. The stories of travel, going into detail as they do, the tales of larks and froli cs at Fardale and Yale, the contests and different games of such a variety, are all written in a manner that shows the author must have a great deal of knowledge. I have spent hours re ading these tales and never tire of them, and as a last resort, I wish to write to you, that you may print, so that others may see what a howling enthusiast I am. I have loaned my books to several friends to read, and where they laughed at me before they now t


TIP TOP WEEKLY. agree with me, that I know a tip-top thing when I see one, and they all are now buying the Frank Merriwells themselves. I think that I had better cut this short, as I do not wish to intrude; but, as a favor, if you will only print this lett e r, I shall b e only happy and grateful to you and satisfied that justice h as been done. In clo s ing, I wish that all the TIP ToP readers might gather together, and then I think that if we could only shout, with a perfect roar, three cheers and a tiger for Frank and Dick Merri well, the TIP ToP, and Burt L. Standi s h, we might in a measure fe e l satisfied with ourselves and the whole wide world in gen eral. As I stated before, I have my magazines all bound, and wishing to catalogue them, I wi sh you would please send by mail to the address below three of your TIP ToP catalogues. Don't think I am a hog. You see, one catalogue I use for that purp ose. The others I cu t up in sections and paste on the outside of each volume as a table of contents, and the catalogues are, I expect, printed on both sides of the s h ee ts so, you see, to get one complete table of contents and have a catalogue besides, I need three catalogue s which please send to the address below, and whatever the cost I will pay it. WILLIAM E. H. Worcester, Mass. If any one doubts the genuineness of the letters appearing in the Applause column let him read this one. It is right "hot off the bat," if we may be permitted to use the expression, and hits the mark. If some of our friends could see the stacks of letters from TIP TOP admirers which come in every m ai l they would cease to wonder where they are written. When it takes six weeks to get around to each letter before it appears in print, it is readily seen how many we receive and why all TIP Top letters are genuine. We should like very milch to print W. E. H.'s full name and address, as this p a rticul a r l ette r could stand out better before our readers with all its veracity, and enable them to write him if they chose, but as he distinctly reque sts us to use dnly his initials, though he has signed his letter not only with his full name but address as well, we feel in honor bound to comply with his request. Your name deserves to go on the H o nor Roll, where we will place your initials as a reward for your of TIP ToP. I have been an interested reader of the Applause column in your TIP TOP WEEKLY, and have also noticed your new addition, the "Roll of Honor." It occurs to me that I have a friend who certajnly deserves to appear there, as I myself can tes t ify. His name is W. G. Whittaker, I207 Pearl Street, Cleveland, Ohio. Some time ago Mr. Whittaker bought out an old book-store, securing with his purchase several thousand old TIP ToPs. He has since help e d many of the readers to complete their files. His enthusiasm regarding the TIP ToP WEEKLY is unbounded. I have handled Street & Smith's publications for years, having been in the news business for the last twenty-five years To my knowledge, by his own efforts, my friend has added at least a dozen regular readers to the TIP Top fold. With my best wishes to Street & Smith and their various public atio ns, I remain, yours very truly, CHAS. L. STONE. II3I Pearl Street, Cleveland, Ohio We are pleased to act upon your suggestion and put Mr. Whittaker's name on the Roll of Honor. One who has been so earnest in trying to increase the of the library deserves to have this courtesy shown him. May he always enjoy pro s perity for the good-will he has shown toward the library. We also appreciate what your hand h as done in calling our attention to Mr. Whittaker's efforts. We take pleasure in pla cing your name directly under his in the Roll of Honor. As I have been a reader of the TIP Toi' WEEKLY and many others, I want to say that of all I have read I find the TIP ToP the most interesting of them all. I want to announce a little incident which occurred a few days previous. A friend called upon me, and as he sat near the stand where I usually keep my papers, he pick ed up one of the TIP ToPs He looked at it, then at me, then laid it down. He then asked me if I were in the habit of reading such literature. I said I wa s I asked him if he objected to any one's reading them. He said he did I asked him what reason he had for so doin g. "Why, a good many reasons," he said. I asked him to nam e one. I said: "Did you ever re ad one?" He sai d no. Then I said: "How can you talk against a book or paper you nev er read?" I then had my friend. "Will you let me read a few pa ges aloud to you?" I asked. "Why, yes," he said. After I had read them to him I asked him if I h ad re a d anything that was 'ho t fit to read. "No," h e said, "b ut they are not all like that, are they? I said: "Certainly." I asked him if he would oblige me by taking a few copies home and read them. He said he would. He is now as interested in them as I am. I also want to announce to you that one of the letters I r ead in No, 497 about young ladies re ading them w as very good. I say that they have as much right as their brothers. She also spoke of the cowboys. If you would visit my room you will 'find their pictures on the walls. I wish to give this young lady my best rega rds and also would like to corresporid with her if she will be kind enough to write to me. I will rec eive her lett er with great pleasure. Her n a me was signed Only a Girl. Wishing good luck to Street & Smith and Frank Merriwell, I r e main, still a reader of TIP ToP, ONLY A BoY. Silver Creek. You took an effective way of proving to your friend that TIP ToP was a weekly he should read as well as other people. The re are a great many skeptics in the world who are such on ly because they never take the trouble to investigate; but when some one, like yourself, shows them what they have missed, they become enthusiastic supporters of that which they were at first inclined to condemn, and for no other reason than that they did not know. A little guidauce by a friendly hand will often put us on track of things which we wish had been pointed out to us a long time before. We dare say that your friend is now one of our most loyal Tip Toppers. Having read your columns for the last two 'Years, and this b eing my first time 1 t o write to you, I wish to express my thanks to Burt L. Standish. His pen has expelled Chet Arlington from dear old Fardale and also that dear old Dick has come back to old Fardale, and I think that there is going to be another Chet Arlington in the person of ]\.fr. Rob Rioden, "Blast 'is heye s," as Billy Bradley says. I read a great many books, but give me TIP ToP and I am satisfied every time. I read a letter in your Applause ,columns signed by a boy called S. C. Ward. He says he likes Chet Arlington and that he should take Brad's place. Nay, nay, Paul,jne let Brad stay where he is, and our dear old Burt L. will take care of Chet Arlington. Hope his picture will be in the Rogues Gallery before he is twenty-one weeks older. Would like to correspond with Only a Girl. Hope thi s will escape his majesty the Waste-basket. With best re gards to Street & Smith, Burt L. Standish, and all enthusiastic Tip Toppers, I remain, a Tip Topper forever, H. J. L. Philadelphia, Pa. Everybody seems to be glad that Chet Arlington has been expelled from Fardale. He deserved it for all the mean tricks he has been guilty of. Will you plea se send me a c atal ogue of TIP Top? I read your weekly some five or six years ago and have recently com m e nced again. The s tories are superbly written, and I doubt if Mr. Standish has an equal in America in this class of work. The characters, Frank and Dick Merriwell, are splendid ideals for any American boy to follow. I have ambitions of becoming a writer myself some day, and I read the sto rie s from a liter a ry standpoint as well as for amusement. What I wish the cata logue for is to get all the numbers relati ve to Dick's days at Fardale. Yours truly, AN ADMIRER OF B. L. S. Fulton, Ky. The TIP ToP stories are excellent models, and if you study them attentively you will have a vast fond of material to guide you. The effect on character which these stories has is such that thousands of young people have been induced to lead clean, noble lives. That example is better than precept has not been better illu st rated than in the way that our readers have taken the Merriwell boys as guides for their conduct. A catalogue of our publications will be mailed you at once.


PRoF. FouRMEN: Having read your weekly for about five years, I take the liberty to send in the measurements of a friend and myself. The measurements of my friend arc as follows: Age, 18 years; height, S feet 7)1, inches; weight, 136 pounds; neck, 14 inches; shoulders, 17 inches; chest, normal, 35 inches; exp and ed, 38)1, inches; waist, 31 inche s ; thighs, 19)1, inches; calf, 14 inches; ankle, 9Y, inches; biceps, 12 inches; forearm, 9Y, inches; wrist, 7 inches. r. How are his measurements? 2. And how can they be improved? My own measurements are a s follows: Age, 16 years; height, 5 feet 7 inches; weight, 120 pounds; neck, 130 inches; shoulders, 16 inches; chest, normal, 32 inches; expanded, 35 inches; waist, 30 inches; thighs, I8Y, inches ; calves, 12Y, inches; ankle, 9Y, inches; biceps, IO inches; fore a rm, 9 inches; wrist, 60 inches. r. Are these measurements good. or bad, and how can 1 improve them? 2. Where do I nt>ed improvement most? Please answer these questions, a nd oblige a l oya l TrP Top reader, Two WouLD-BE ATHLETES. Gainsville, Ga. Your friend weighs considerably more than you do, yet, at the same time, he is not quite up to the standard. Both should train to take on as much weight as possible, by observing a regular course of living, which includes, of course, twenty min mes exercise in the morning and agai n at night, and the eating of only plain, nourishing foods. His chest is of good size, while yours needs bag-punching to deepen it; on the other hand, he should exercise with dumb-bells to enlarge his biceps. Yours are also too small. PROF. FouRMEN: Being a reader of the TIP ToP, I ask of you the favor to answer the following questions. I am 20 years old, 5 feet SY, inches high, and weigh I45 pounds. How much should I veigh? How can l broaden my s houlders, deepen my chest, stre ng then my stomach, and streng th e n my arms? Will it harm me any if I get up at 6 A. M., exercise twenty minutes, take a bath, and take a drink of water, then work from seven to eight, and then eat breakfa st, composed of oatmeal and milk, or eggs and coffee with rolls? I s a drink of milk, or eating fruit between meals, harmful to the body? Thanking you in advance, I remain, yours truly, HARRIS REITTER. Corona, L. I. Your weight is just right. Pulley weights will give you the needed exercise for your shoulders; and add deep breathing for the chest. Take the b nding exerci se of the United States army physical culture without apparatus for the abdominal muscles. The course of training you have laid down for yourself is a good one, with the exception of two things: substitute a cereal coffee -to drink at your meals-for the regular coffee, and eat brown bread instead of rolls made from white flour. PROF. FouRM!N: As I am a TIP ToP admirer and reader, and h a e seen so many letters published in your book, should like t o get your opinion of my measurements. I. Are my measure m e nts too large for my age? 2. Do I weigh too much ? 3. Please tell me my we a k points and strong poi nts. I play base ball and football. I hav e never p!Jyed basketball or tennis, but I seem to have taken a liking to both. I love to play foot ball. I play tackle or guard. Am I fitted for either? I am a good runner. I am not short-winded, but when I stop running I get to blowing awful. I don't seem to get tired. Why do I blow so hard? My measurements are as follows: Age, 13 years 2 months; weight, I23 pounds; height, 5 feet 6 inches; chest, normal, 32 inches; expanded, 35 inches; shoulders, 18Y, inches; waist, 30 inches; right thigh, I9 inches; left, 19 inches; right thigh, I I Y, inches ; l eft, IO inches; bicep, right, contracted, 11 inches; reflexed, 10 inches; left bicep, contracted, I I inches; reflexed, IOY, inches. Hoping to see this in the TIP Tor soon, I am, yours, S. H. M. Norfolk, Va. Your measurements are too small for one of your height and weight. You ought to weigh several pounds more. Chest expansion is good, but you could stand one having larger meas urements Do not worry about being winded after running any great distance; it would be very strange if you did not. Any violent exercise produces such an effect. You probably notice it more than if you were in the habit of given dis tances regularly every day. PROF. FouRMEN: Kindly answer the following questions for a constant reader of TIP ToP. I am I4 years 2 months old and weigh 100 pounds. My measurements are, st ripped, as follows : Height, 5 feet 2 inches; chest, normal 29 inches; expanded, 31 inches; $boulders, I3 inches; waist, 24)1, inches; left thigh, 18 inches; right 18 inches; left calf, I I Y, inches, right, I2 inches; left biceps, contracted, inches ; expanded, inches ; right, 9 inches; expanded, IO inches; left forearm, inches; right, SY, inches; wrist, 6 inches; neck, I2 inches; hips, 30 inches. I. How are my measurements? 2. What are my weak and my strong points? 3. What exercise should I take to strengthen my arms, for I am a pitcher on a baseball nine? 4. I am captain of an athletic club. What course of training for a day's work would you ghe? Yours respectfully, A. MAJOEWSKY. Cincinnati, Ohio. Train to take on weight and use Indian clubs and the punching bag to develop your arms and chest. Fifteen or twenty minutes of this in the morning will do to begin with. After exercising, take a sponge bath, and then eat a light breakfast, consisting of fruit, eggs, brown bread, and cereal coffee. Take the same exercises in the evening, before going to bed. Avoid all pernicious habits, and make a practise of getting about eight hours' sleep every night, and in a few months you will notice a marked im provement in your physique. PitoF. FouitMEN: Having been a constant reader of that ilori ous weekly, TIP ToP, I will ask you what you think of my meas urements, which arc as follows: Age, 15 years 8 months; height, 5 feet IY, inches; weight, 98 pounds; chest, normal, 3I inches; expanded, 33 inches; right calf, inches; thighs, 19,V, inches; neck, 13 inches; waist, 28Y, inches. I. How are my measure ments? 2. What are my strong points? 3. vVhat are my weak points? 4. Do my measurements compare favorably with other


TIP TOP WEEKLY. boys of my age? Thanking you in advance, I will clo se, ing good luck and long life to TIP Tor, Burt L. Standish, and Street & Smith, FRANCIS. New York City. Yt>u have a good-sjzed chest for one of your age. I cannot discover any weakness in your build. The measurements show that you compare favorably with other boys of the same age. PROF. FouRMEN: I have read TIP Tor WEEI

TIP TOP WEEKLY. CAUTION! All readers of the Renowned Tip Top stories should beware of base Imitations, placed upon the market under catch names very similar to Frank Merrlwell, and Intended to deceive. 472-Frank Merriwell s Handicap; or, Hastings, The Hurdler from Humboldt. 473-Frank Merriwell's Red Challengers; or, The Hot Game with the Nebraska Indians. 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 Champions of America. 477-Frank Merriwell in Form; or, Wolfers, the Wonder from Wisconsin. 478-Frank Merriwell's Method; or, The Secret of Becoming a Champion. 479--Frank Merriwell's Level Best; or, Cutting the Corners with a New Curve. 48o-Frank Merriwell's Lacrosse Team; 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 Merri well on the Rubber; or, Playing Baseball in the Flowery Kingdom. 484-r-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. 490-Dick Merriwell's Support; or, Backed Up When Getting His Bumps. 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. 496-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 Arling ton Won the Second Game. 500-Dick Merriwell's Chaqce; or, Taming the Tigers of Fairport. 501-Dick Merriwell's Stride; or, The Finish of the Cross Country Run. 502-Dick Merriwell's Wing-Shift; or, The Great Thanksgiving Day Game. 503-Dick Merriwell's Skates; or, Playing Ice Hockey for Every Point. 504-Dick Merriwell'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 Guard; or, The Defenders of the Pay Train. 508-.-Frank Merriwell's Flying Fear; or, The Ghost of the Yaqui. 509--Dick Merri well in Maine; or, Sport and Peril in the Winter Woods. 510--Dick Merriwell's Polo Team; or, The Rat tlers of the Roller Rink. 5u-Dick Merri well in the Ring; or, The Cham pion of His Oass. 512-Frank Merriwell's New Idea; or, The A.merican School of Athletic Develop ment. 513-Frank Merriwell's Troubles; or, Enemies in the Fold. Back numbers ma" be had f"roin all newsdealers or will be sent. postpaid, b:I" the publishers upon receipt of" price STR.EET 4lo SMITH PUBLISHER.S NEWTOl\.K


.. THE F:A VORITE LIST OF FIVE-CENT LIBl"ARIES TIP TOP WEEKOY Frank and Dick Merriwell are two brothers whose adventures in 1 college and on the athletic field are of intense intere s t to the American j \ boy of today. They prove that a boy does not have to he rowdy I to have exciting sport. \ Buffalo Bill Stories Nick Carter Weekly Buffalo 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 s t o ries deal with the adventures o f plucky lads while indulging in h ealthy pastime s Brave and Bold fRf,wmifllJ1.fill-1 W e know, bovs that there is n o n ee d o f introducing to you Nicholas Carter. the greatest t sleuth that e v e r lived. Every 1i 1 number containing the [n-..... '1.'. 1 j ture s o f Nic k Carter ha s a peculiar, o f fascina Paul Jones Weekly D o n o t t hink for a second, boys tha t t hese s t orie s are a lot of mus t y his t o r y. ju s t sugar coa k d Thev a r e all n e w tale s of e x c itin g ; 1dventu r e o n land and s e a. i n all o f w h i c h boys of your o w n <1;i;e to n k [l;trt. Rough Rider Weekly Everv boy who prefer s variety in hi s r eading matter, ought to b e a reader of Brav e and B o ld. All these were written by auth0 r s who are past masters in the a rt of t elling b o y s storie s Ev e ry T c,I Strnn g was appointed dep1 utv marsh a l by ac cide nt hut he \ tal e i s comple te in its elf. Diamond Dick Weekly The demand for s t of Weste rn adventure IS adm1rably filled by this libra.ry. Every up-to-date boy ought to read just how law and order are estabf lished and maintained on our Western plains by Diamond Dick, Bertie and Handsome Harry. TlD!i!Riff!i rLso l ves to hts authonty and "'"'""''""'"'''' 1 1 i d h is ra n c h o f s ome v e r y t OU!.!h : .;i..;, ; bullies. H e d o e s it in s u c h a slic k 1 1 . -::. .' \.' : '?' t: ; """" / \ \';1 y t h : 1 t e v e r yo n e c all s hi111 I "Kin g o l the Wild W es t and he: ce 1 t ; 1 inh dl' s e rves his titl e Bowery Boy Library T h e ; 1Jwn tu res of a poor waif w hose o nl y n a m e is Bowery . ;.; p Billy. Bill\ i s th e true product o f t h e stree t s o f N e w York. No ,,..cboy c a n r ea d the tales of his trials It.'/ without imbibing some of that re .j sourc e and courage that makes J the character of this hom eless boy .. stand out so prominently. I i I \ I


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