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Issued Weellly. By subscription $a.so per year. Entered as Second-class Matter at the N. Y. Post Otfice, by STREET & SMITH, 7q-&; Seventh Avenw N. Y. Entered according to Act of Congress in the year Iqo6, in the Office of tlse Librarian of Conpess, Washington, D. c. No. SU. NEW YORK, January 27, 1906. Price Five Cents . DICK MERRIWELL IN THE RINfi; OR, The Champion of His Class. By BURT L STANDISH. CHAPTER I. FOUR PASSENGERS. The I :40 P. M train from Rockland, Maine, Boston bound, was made up and standing at the station ten minutes before starting time. A cab on runners came squeaking up, and two boys in winter clothes and hea vy overcoats got out. There was a certain swagger about their dress which pro nounced them to be other than country lads. The smaller chap wore a fashionable paletot overcoat, while the other had a swell ulster w i th a fur-trimmed collar. The latter boy paid the cabman, and they hastened into the station to secure tickets. In midwinter there is a sing le parlor-car on the train that leaves Rockland, and, as a rule, this is rather empty until the Kennebec is crossed. The boys found no difficult y in securing seats in this car. At the steps, tJ1e colored porter took their luggage, and es corted them to their chairs. "\,Yell, here we are at latht, Mortimer, deah boy, lisped the little chap, as he gently shook himself out of his fashionable overcoat. "It'th weally a welief to get out of thith horwid town, doncher know. I'm awfully glad we re going. It'il be jutht grand to get back to deah old Bothton. But I'm thorry Cwab tree had to go home It wath a gweat dithappoint ment to me when hith old man thent a telegram for him to c ome wight away home "Yes," said the boy called Mortimer, with a sigh, as he settled into his chair. "Dave was disappointed. He counted o n having a good time in Boston, but his gov 'nor got onto it that he had left Bangor wi t h us, and stopped in Rockland, and he lost no time in getting a wire to Dave."
2 TIP TOP WEEKLY. The little chap opened a dgarettecase, and placed a cigarette in his mouth. "You can't smoke here, Oscar," reminded his com panion. "Oh, I know that," said Oscar. "I jutht want thomething in my mouth. It'th a habit, doncher know. Thay, Mortimer, we came near getting mixed up in a bloomin' narthty thcandal here in W o ckland. That feller, Charlie Holt, made a dweadful mithtake when he paid that common duffer, Milton Filing, to help him out in hith thchemeth againtht the Wockla11d Polo Team." "Yes, H o lt was a fool," nodded Mortimer. "He should have known better. He was lucky to get out of town on the Bangor boat thi-s m o rning without being arrested himself. Filing is a cheap skate, and he peached just as soon as the police nabbed him. \i\1 ent back on his accomplice, Jack Norman, too. Norman must feel pretty ryl.ean to-day: They say he's always been regarded as a sort of half-way de cent chap. He was sore on B ert Winchester be cause Winchester was captain of the team, and was making such a success of it. Spurred on by Filing, who had H o lt behind him Norman di s rupted the team, and broke it up. H o lt gave Filing money to bring that thing about, for he had bet heavily th a t Bangor would win the champion s hip of the Penobscot Polo League. Norman demanded a share of that money, and Filing promised he should ha v e it if he d go into the rink, and carry off all of Rockland s outfit. That was wh e re Norman made his bigge s t mi s take. He became an ordinary thief when he took that stuff. Sacked it over to some old hag o n t he P o int and the woman squealed when the police descended on her." "Thay, Mortimer, that wath a wegular thenthation, wathn't it? G o od gwathuth what a wacket it made when th o the two p o leethmen gwabbed Norman in the wink, after that polo game!" "Oh, that polo game-that polo" game I muttered Mortimer Sturtevant, shaking his head. "vV hat a game it was N o body dreamed Winch e ster would be able to pick up a team that would defeat us. It was mainly Merriwell's playing that did it." "I can't thtand that howid fellah, Merriwell," said Oscar Flutterby. "Don't you think he'th weally dweadfully lucky?"' "It was something more than luck," confessed Stur tevant. "He was the real c apt_iiin of the team. He put life and determination into every player. They were like fiends in the final third of the game. Besides that, Holt lost his nerve. There's no question about it, Oscar-Holt lost his nerve. He realized that Merriwell was a fighter, and Ile became frightened." "Well, weally and twuly that Merriwell ith a dwead ful fighter. He jutht thmathed the thtuffin' out of Holt, whert we were coming down-wiver on the boat." "Dick Merriwell is OI).e of the finest boxers I ever saw," admitted Mortimer Sturtevant. "I don't be lieve there's a s traight amateur of his class in the country that can whip him. You know, I box some myself, Oscar, and I ought to know what I'm talking about. I'm supposed to be the champion of my club, but I wouldn't go against Merriwell." "Ithn't it weally awfully humiliating to feel that way, Mortimer?"' a s ked Flutterby dolefully. "Oh, I don t know. I'm not given to acknowledg ing any one a better man than I." "Never heard you do tho before." "Ho lt was not the only fellow who lost money on that pol o game. I bet all the loose ca s h I had, and all I could scrape up, that Bangor would win the champi o nship. Had to touch my old man up for a loan thi s m o rning, and he's the sorest lobster you ever saw. He was over at the rink to see us win, and Ile left in a mos t disgusted frame of mind." "What weally made me the thoreth," said the lisper uwath to the e all thothe pretty girlth come and carry Dick Merriwell and thothe fellerth off to a thupper, after the game. Oh, the Merriwell crowd are heroth in Wockland to-day. All thothe high-thcool chaps who turned on \i\Tinchester came awound the hotel thith morning e x pwethin g their apologies and theek ing an in t roduction to Merriw e ll." "Hello! Look there, O s car-.-there's the old man and C o xby. Thev're going to take thi s train." A pompous red-faced man, in a massive fur over coat, stepped out of a cab, followed by a little, wizened, blue-nosed individual, carry ing two suit cases. The pompous man strode into the station, while the other walked round, and stood on the platform near the step s of the parlor-car. "vV e 'll ha ve two other passengers on this car,'' smiled Mortimer Sturtevant. "The old man didn' tell me he was going to Boston by this train, but I suspected it." Directly, Augustus Sturtevant, the well-kriown timber king of Maine, came out of the station, and advanced to the car. Mortimer swung round on his chair so that he faced the aisle, but his father tramped ponderously past him, without giving him as much as a glance.
TIP TOP WEEKLY. 3 "The old duck's pretty sore," muttered young Stur tevant. "\Veil, you weally can't blame him," said Oscar. "He wath dead thertain Bangor would win, and he called evwybody'th attention to your playing." Augustus Sturtevant paused, and surveyed the chair to \Yhich his ticket assigned him. "A little too near the end of the car," he said. "Porter, this chair is too near the end of the car." "It's the one your ticket calls for, sah," said the porter. "You see here's the number, sah." "Don't like this side of the car, either!" growled the timber king. "Where's the conductor, boy?" "He'll be through, sah, as soon as the train starts." "Well, here, take these checks, go back into the station, and tell that man that A ugustus P. Sturtevant doesn't like these seats, and wants seats on the opposite side of the car, nearer the center Do you understand? Tell him Augustus P Sturtevant wants these seats changed for the very best seats he has on the opposite side of the car." "Yes, sah; yes, sah," said the porter bowing obse quiously, as he took the checks "Perhaps I can't get them, sah, but I'll try." As the c o l ored man disappeared, the timber king turned to his companion, and observed : "It's an outrage to give me suc h seats-I say it's an outrage, Cox by!" "It's an outrage, sir," said Coxby. "\,Y e 'll have better seats, Coxby." "We'll have better seats, sir." Mortimer Sturtevant surveyed his father's lackey with an air of disdain. "That's what pleases the old man," he muttered "He wants everybody to cringe to him and echo his words. I never see Coxby that I don't want tQ kick him up through his pea-green necktie." Still, Mortimer did not realize that, to a large ex tent, he was like his father, and it was the fawning flattery of Flutterby which made Oscar acceptable to him as a companion. CHAPTER II. STURTEVANT CHALLENGED. "Good gwathuth !" exclaimed Oscar as he sat up, with a languid show of interest, and gazed out of the window. "What'th all thith wacket about? J utht look at the girl th, Mortimer, deah boy! By George! thethe Maine girlth aren't tho bad, after all, are they? Jutht take 'em up to the thity and put 'em in thwell clotheth, and they'd be peacheth Who'th all them fellerth Mortimer?" "Are you blind? growled St urtevant. "Can't! you see that's the Merri well crow d?., Two large, open sleighs had driven up, and fro m th@se a crowd of laughing young people were sprin6 ing o ut up on the platform. Their cheeks were rosy with the healt hy paint of Jack Frost, the artist. Their eyes were bright, and they were full of bounding life and vigor. Dick Merriwell gave his hand to a pretty, brown eyed girl, who smiled her sweetest as she stepped from the sleigh. Indeed, she leaned toward him a moment, and said something in a l ow tone which was heard by n o ne of the others "Ha, ha!" lau ghed Mortimer Sturtevant. "Merri well certainly nailed Lucy Spear for fair! Holt tried to get away wit h her on the boat, but he made a mi serable mess of it." "That wetch, Merriwell, thpoiled evwything," s aid Oscar. "He jutht popped up behind Charlie Holt, grabbed him by the thlack of the twoutherth, tothed him over the wail of the thtaircathe, and thent him thc oo tin down to the b o tt om kerthlap. I don't won der C h arlie wath awful mad." "Yes, he was awful mad, but he d been better off had he accepted it as a joke. He forced l\ferriwell to fight him down below, on the freight deck, and Merriwell cut him up beautifully. As I said before, thi s Merriwell is one of the finest scrappers I ever ran across." "Oh, thluth !" cried Oscar. "I jutht hate to hear you talk that way, Mortimer! It maketh me thick! How can you bwag about a cheap fellah like that after he'th made you thq_ much twouble ?" "Evidently they're leaving on this train," muttered Sturtevant. ."Gwathuth thaketh !" sighed Flutterby. "I do hope thothe fellerth don't get theath on thith car! It will annoy me dweadfully if they do. Dick and his friends had entered the station. It was nearly time for the train to leave. Trunks were being tossed into the baggage-car in great haste, and belated passengers were rushing down the platform to transact the final business necessary before leaving Earl Gardner came 8Ut of the station with a bunch of tickets in his hand, and ran toward the baggage room. The rest of the party came out, and moved in the direction of the general passenger-coach. "They're not coming in here, Oscar,'' said Sturte-
4 TIP TOP WEEKLY. vant, in what seemed to Le a tone of slight disappoint ment. "You won't be troubl e d by them "Thank goodneth !" lisped Flutterby. Dick and Lucy Spear lingered somewhat behind the others. "All aboard!" cried the conductor. Off came Dick's hat, as he clasped Lucy's hand to bid her good-by. Mortimer Sturtevant was watching closely, and he saw the girl smile up into Merriwell's face in a most inviting manner, even while an expression of regret overshadowed her f ea tu res. "It's up to you; Mr. Merriwell-it's up to you!" muttered Mortimer. "All aboard!" cried the conductor. The train was moving when Dick sprang onto the . steps, waving farewell to the girls who had come to the station to see the party off. Mortimer Sturtevant settled back on his chair, a queer look on his face. "Oscar," he said, "I thought this fellow, Merriwell, was up to snuff. I thought he was -pretty swift at any thing. I've changed my mind." "How'th that, Mortimer, deah boy?" asked Flut terby. "That girl wanted him to kiss her good-by She did everything except ask him. He didn't kiss her." "Thay, that wath awfully thlow, wathn't it?" "Yes. I have my opinion of any chap who will pass up an opportunity like that. There's only one ex planation for it." "What'th that?" "He must have a girl somewhere that's he's des perateiy struck on." "Oh, what differenth du th that make?" exclaimed Oscar. "The other girl ithn't here; she wouldn't thee. A feller who'th got a betht girl can't alwath keep her in mind when other girlth are wound. If he duth, I think he'th a bloomin' arth." "VI ell, I'm inclined to agree with you, Oscar. Still, c<;>me to consider it, this Merriwell may be cleverer than we think. He left the girl on the anxious s e at. She wanted something she didn't get. That's a pretty good plan with girls. Keep them guessing. If you give them all they want, they get sick of you after awhile, and want to try \heir arts on the other fellow. Now, if Merriwell ever returns to Rock land, one of two things w ill happen. Either Lucy Spear will pretend that she's quite forgotten him, and r i v e him the cold shoulder, or she'll nail onto him v:ith the deliberate intention of getting what she didn't get to-day. A fellow has to take a chance, you see. Either the girl turns him down, or flings her self on his neck, and she's his." "Gweath jingoth You're a wegu1ar philothopher, Mortimer. How' d you think all that out? If I thpent time to think tho many thingth ath that, it would give me a dweadful headache." Sturtevant laughed heartily, whereupon the stout, red-faced man, farther forward in the car, uttered a snort of disapproval, turned on his chair, and glared in Mortimer's direction. "Well, look at the gov'nor," muttered the laughing boy; "he's giving me the angry eye. The old man disapproves of my hilarity." "Better be careful, deah boy," warned Oscar. "You know thometime the old gent will kick the bucket, and he'th got lothth of money. You want to thtand in with him, tho he'll leave you hith pile." "Oh, I'm not worrying about that. The old duffer likes me, all right. He likes my ways. He's a great bluffer, and enjoys calling me down occasionally." "I gueth Merriwell and hith fwiendth don't know we're on thith twain." "\iVhat makes you think so?" "Why, theemth to me they'd feel awful cheap widin' in the common coach, with uth in the parlor car. If they'd known we were here, I think they'd bought theatth in thith car, jutht to thow off." "Well, I don't know about that. Perhaps some of Merriwell's friends couldn't afford it." "Could he afford it?" "Why, I understand that he and his brother are pretty well fixed. They own some mines somewhere, which were left them by their. father. Oh, yes, I fancy Merriwell could afford a parlor-car seat." "Then why didn't he take one, and let the otherth wide in the common car?"' "Perhaps he preferred to be with them." "I can't underthtand that, Mortimer. I can't thee how any one who can afford it ever wideth in a com mon car, with all the cheap people. vVhy, jutht ath likely ath not, there"Jl be an Italian in the verwy next theat to one, doncher know. Once, on a thtweet -car in Bothton a colored woman came and that wight down bethide me." "Really? What did you do, Oscar?" "I jutht gave her one look, then I put my nothe up in the air, and got wight up, and walked out on the platform. I gueth I thowed people t he kind of a per thon I wath." "I don't think you impressed them much in Boston,
TIP TOP WEEKLY. my boy. Had it been south of Mason and Dixon's llne, your action might have met with approval. You know, in Boston they believe that all men are equal, regardless of color." "Bothton'th a fine thity, but they do have thome awful foolith notionth there. Why, Mortimer, it jutht maketh me indignant evwy time I go out after the theater, and want a little dwink. If it'th after eleven o'clock, you can't get anything for love or money." "How about the Hotel Touraine? They say drinks have been purchased there after eleven." "I don't believe a word of it, Mortimer; I've twied it. I put on a thwell front, and I made a holler. I called for the head waiter. Then I thweatened to re' port to the manager. I even made a bluff that I wath a perthonal fwiend of the propwietor. Couldn't get anything but lemonade." "Well, that was a sad affair!" laughed Sturtevant heartily. "Boston-by the way, that makes me think I of something." He took a letter from his pocket, and opened it, settling back on his chair, and beginning to peruse the missive. "What'th that?" asked Oscar. "Oh, it's a letter from Clinton Hall." "Hall? Why, he'th the manager of our club." "Yes, he's the manager of the B. k A. A. Now, what do you suppose he wants of me, Flutterby ?" "I can't imagine." "Well, he wants me to spar next Thursday night. You know, I'm supposed to be the champion of my class at the club, and it seems I'm challenged." "Who'th challenged you?" "A new man by the name of Hurley-Joe Hurley. I believe I've heard of the chap. I)()n't see how he ever got into our club." "Ith he a profethional ?'' "He claims to be a straight amateur, but I have an idea he's something different if his whole record could be unearthed. Still, they're pretty strict in the club, and they don't mean to let in any one who is not a clean out-and-out amateur. Hurley's in. If I'd been there, I'd objected to him and tried my best to keep him out. It seems he's been making a lot of talk, and wants to get at me." "What are you going to do, Mortimer?" "I'm going to meet him," answered young Stur tevant. "Next Thursday night ?'1 "Yes." "Are you in good twim ?" "Oh, yes, I'm in shape. Anyhow, I will be by that time. I'll take some of the conceit out of this Hurley, or my name's not Sturtevant. I wonder how they found ?ut I was to be in Rockland? Something queer about this business." By this time Augustus Sturtevant had glanced over his newspaper, dropped it in his lap, and settled back on his chair, as if contemplating the enjoyment of a nap. Coxby was watching the man, with a cold, at tentive eye. "I don't like this talking back yonder, Coxby," said the great Augustus P. "I say I don't like this talking." "You don't like this talking, sir," said Coxby. "It's decidedly annoying," rumbled the timber king, lifting his voice. "I wish you to do something for me, Coxby." "You wish me to do something for you, sir." "You'll go back there and tell tho se annoying young fellows to lower their voices. You will say to them that Mr. Sturtevant requests them to lower their voices, Coxby." "I will say it to them, sir." Coxby rose and minced down the aisle, pausing near Mortimer and Oscar. "Mr. Sturtevant wishes you to lower your voices," he said. "You tell Mr. Sturtevant to go to--Boston !" growled Mortimer, with a touch of indignation. "He doesn't own this car. You tell him he doesn't own this car." "I'll tell him he doesn't own this car, sir." "No, hold on," objected the youth, as Coxby started to turn away. "Perhaps you hadn't better do that. I say you hadn't better do that." "You say I hadn't better do that, sir." "Kindly inform him that his son expresses great regret over annoying him in the slightest, and will take pains not to do so during the rest of the journey. That's all." Cobxy returned to his master with this message. "Huh!" grunted Augustus, with an expression of satisfaction. "That's very good. Now I'll sleep, Coxby." "Now you'll sleep, sir," said Coxby, gently lowering himself on his chair. Oscar Flutter by rose a few moments later and quietly left the car. He was not gone more than five minutes when he came rushing back in great excite ment, and seized young S turtevant by the shoulder. "Good gwathuth, Mortimer!" he fluttered, "you can't gueth who'th in the thmoker I heard him talk1
6 TIP TOP WEEKLY. ing with another feller and found out who he wath. You couldn't gueth in a thouthand yearth." "Well, as long as I can't guess, you'd better tell me . Who was it?" "It'th that verwy feller who'th challenged you to a thowap--it'th Joe Hurley!" CHAPTER III. . JOE HURLEY. A reduced round-trip fare from Bosren to Rockland had produced a most astonishing rush of passengers on that particular train. Dick Merriwell and his friends found it impossible to secure seats together in the general passenger-coach. One seat was obtained, and this was taken by Merriwell and Gardner. Buckhart and Tubbs decided to investigate the smoker. "A little tobacco smoke never disagrees with me any at all," said the Texan. "I opine I can stand it. How about you, Obediah?" "Nobody needn't worry about me," said the fat boy. "Come on, Brad, let's hit it up for the smoker." "We'll come back change seats with you after awhile," suggested Merriwell. "Needn't bother ," said Buckhart. "If we find a chance to squat, we'll be all right." "Well," said Dick, as the train rumbled over the switches and gained headway, "our Maine trip is practically over, Earl." "Yes," nodded Gardner; 'Tm rather sorry myself ." "So'm I." "You had a better time than you thought you would, didn't you?" "I confess I did. It's been a royal good time from start to finish." "And we made a pretty warm finish id Rockland ," laughed the boy from Calais. "That was a warm finis h," smiled Dick. "By Jove! that game panned out all right after all. It looked as if the Bangor team had us beaten a short time before the close of the game. We got after them just in titUe to win out by the narrowest possible margin." "It was a great disappointment to our friend Sturte vant," chuckled Earl. "I think it was a greater disappointment to Charlie Holt. They say he lost lots of money on that game." "He deserved to lose it!" cried Gardner. "Why, that fellow would do anything to win! He ought to be proud of himself when he sees the story in this morn ing's Rockland Star. The Star told the cold facts from start to finis h." "Yes, Holt's attempt to win the championship by monkeying with the Rockland team was fully exposed. His accomplices, Filing and Norman, will be rated pretty cheap in that town hereafter." "Oh, Filing won't mind that; but if I were in Nor man's place, I'd try to get out of Rockland. I wonder if Winchester will press the case against him?" "Oh, no, he's going to settle it. Norman's father came to see him and begged him to drop it. That was a good dinner-party last evening." "I never had a better time, Dick. And I think you enjoyed it yourself. You certainly had the belle of the evemng. Lucy Spear is a very pretty girl, and she's bright, too. You like her, don't you, Dick?" "Sure," answered Merriwell promptly. "Why shouldn't I?" "Oh, there's no particular reason that I know of. How. do you like her as compared with June Arlington or Doris Templeton ?" Dick shrugged his shoulders a bit. "I've never thought of making the comparison," he answered. "I don't see why I should. Do you know that Mortimer Sturtevant's on this train?" "Is he?" "He's in the parlor-car. Caught a glimpse of him through the window." "Well, I don't suppose we'll see much more of him. We've really seen quite a lot of him since going up in the woods. 'vVas he alone?" "I think Flutterby was with him. Yes, I fancy we've seen prietty near the last of Sturtevant. We'll be back at Fardale by the last of next week. Back at Fardale That sounds good to me." "Me, too, Dick." "Vve've got to get into harness for spring sports now. Fardale is going to have a crew in the spring. Had a letter from Singleton. He says the school is enthusiastic and the rowing-machines are being worked overtime. It'll be something new for us." "Somehow it doesn't seem to arouse my enthusiasm so very much. I'm thinking of baseball, Dick. I'm eager for the season to open." "We'll have to get in a lot of work in the cage be fore the season opens." "'vVell, I enjoy that. We ought to have a better nine than ever this year." "I hope we may. I shall do my best toward it. My days at Fardale are drawing toward a close." "It will be a sad day for the old school when you depart," declared Earl. "It will not be the happiest day of my life for me,"
TIP TOP WEEKLY. 7 c onfessed Dick. "Still, I'm looking forward to my entrance into Yale. As dearly as Frank l oves Fardale, I'm sure his affection for y ale is even stronger." Gardner looked somewhat downcast. "I'd like to go to Yale," he muttered "Can't you?" "I don't know. To tell you the truth, I'm afraid not. My folks want me to take Maine. You know I'll be nearer home then. Besides that, it's less ex pensive It costs sorMhing to g through Yale, and do it right." "But there are lots of fellows who get through in expensively They find ways of helping themselves along. Perhaps you might do so, Earl." "If you could convince my mother that there was a for me to do so, it would help me," said Gard ner. "Say, Dick, after you get into college, won't you keep an eye open for opportunities for me, and let me know if you see anything?" "Sure. Depend on me, Earl. I'd like to have you at Yale with me Buckhart is going. He's set his heart on it, and I think he'll have no trouble in in fluencing his father in the right direction." \i\Thile they were talkin g Oscar Flutterby came min cing through the car, trying to appear dignified, but frequently losing his bal a nc e as the train lurched. He reeled against Dick's shoulder. "Oh, excuth me, thir he lisped "I b e g your paw--" Then he recognized Merriwell and stopped short, giving Dick a frigid stare. "It'th that narthty feller!" he sniffed, continuing on his way. Dick laughed softly. "He seems to be going into the smoker," he said. "If he runs into Bflckhart, I'm afraid Brad will make good his threat to spank him Two minutes later Flutterby came rushing back through the car, in apparent great excitement. "Something's happened," smiled Gardner. "Let's go back into the smoker, Dick, and find out what it was As they entered the smoker they came face to face with two young fellows who were coming out. One of these fellows, a stocky chap with a square chin, bumped against Dick and elbowed him aside. "There's plenty of room!" he growled "What do you want?" Merriwell l o oked the fellow over with a flashing g lance, but sai
8 TIP TOP WEEKLY. who \Vill take us in,,. said Dick. '1 don't think I know any." The others confessed that they were equally unfor tunate. "Dern my picter l" piped Tubbs. "I'd like to go into the parlor-car and hit Mortimer Sturtevant up for in vitations. He! he! Wouldn't that be a joke?" "The joke would be on you," declared Gardner. "Sturtevant would turn you down in a minute. What happened to Flutterby when he came in here?" "Flutterby ?" said Brad. "Why, he just minced in, took one look at Joe Hurley, who happened at that moment to be loudly stating what he would do to Stur tevant, then turned round and sCGoted like a frightened rabbit. I opine he was a whole l o t timid. This Hurley has been hitting the bottle. He has a big flask with him, and he took to asking people to j oin him The conductor didn't like it, and reque s ted him to stop it. That's why he got up and left the car." As Buckhart made this explanation the door opened, and the fellow in question reappeared, followed by his friend. On entering the car, Hurley lo oked around for his seat and o b s erved that it was occupied by Mer riwell and Gardner. Immediately he walked up to Dick and gave him a rap on the shoulder. "That's my seat," he announced. "Get up! I want it." Dick turned with great deliberation and fixed his 'dark eyes on Hurley's face. "Have you any luggage in the se seats?" he inquired. "Did you leave anything here to indicate you were coming back ?" "Now what difference does that make? shouted the fellow. "I was sitting there before you came in. If you don't get out, I'll th row you out!" "I wouldn't advise you to try it," said Merriwell, in his calmest manner. In another moment Hurley would have seized Dick, with the intention of yanking him out of the seat, but the conductor and a brakeman came hurrying in and pushed between Merri well and the fell ow in the aisle. "Look here, sir," said the conductor, frowning blackly at Hurley "I found it necessary to speak to you a short time ago. Thi s i s the sec ond time I've been compelled to do so. You left that seat vacant, and, therefore, you have no claim to it. You'll h ave to stop annoying this young man. If you make further trouble it will be my duty to put you off the train." Hurley's face g rew purple with rage. For a mo ment it seemed that h-= would attack the c onductor. His had better judgment, for he seized the young fellow by the arm and whispered hastily in his ear: D on't do it, Joe. He's brought a big brakeman with him, and we'll both be kicked off the train." For a moment or two Hurley was silenced, but finally he growled: "All right, conductor. You won't have to put me off. You might find it a pretty big job if you tried it. Then he turned to Dick "I'll remember you," he declared. "And I'll see you again." CHAPTER IV. STURTEVANT MEETS HURLEY. Brad Buckhart was delighted. He chuckled for a few moments, and then a shade of disappointment passed over hi s face. "Well, now, come to think of it, I'm a heap sorry the conductor butted in. If he' cl kept in the back ground a few m o m ents, I opine Mr. Hurley would have recei ved his medicine good and plenty." "It's just as well," said Dick. "I don't care to have a fight with a fellow like that." "He's decidedly cheap nodded Gardner, much dis gusted by Hurley's behavior. "Is this Boston A. A. A. a respectable club?" "It's supposed to be, I fancy ," nodded Dick. "Stur tevant is not the kind of a fell ow to belong to a dis reputable organization of that sort." "Well, I don't see how Hurley ever got in." "It puzzles me somewhat," admitted Merriwell. "By Jim!" came from Obediah, "I don't take much of a shine to that critter with Hurley. He looks cro ok ed to me." "They're in the same cla ss, I imagine," said Dick, "although the other fellow has a bit bette r manners. It seems to be a veneering with him. Get down be neath the surface, and I take it he's as bad as Hurley. And this fellow, Hurley, ha s challenged Mortimer Sturtevant to spar in the club, eh?" "That's what they were chinning about," nodded Buckhart. "Hurley figure s it that he'll be the king-pin of the club if he puts Sturtevant to the stable." "Well, if I were in Sturtevant's place I'd investi gate Mr. Hurley's record pretty thoroughly before I met him in the ring." Almost directly opposite the boys two men had been playing cards at one of the little fixed tables for that purpose. They were drummers, and n ow rose to drop off at some small town. Immediately Hurley
TIP TOP WEEKLY. 9 and J aegles hastened from another part of the car and took possession of the seats vacated. "Seems like he's still looking for you, partner," mut tered Brad "They're getting back as near us as pos sible Dick paid no attention to Joe Hurley, although the fellow sat for some moments and glared at him. Jaegles produced a pack of cards, and the two fel lows began to play. About this time Mortimer Sturtevant, followed by Oscar Flutterby, entered the smoker. Flutterby pressed close behind Sturtevant, giving him a nudge and making a motion toward Hurley and Jaegles. Then he whispered: "There he ith It'th the feller widing backward. He'th the one, Mortimer! He'th Hurley!" Dick and his companions watched Sturtevant with some interest. The timber king's son slowly advanced, with his eye fixed on the fellow whose challenge had reached him through Cli'nton Hall, manager of the B. A. A. A. "I beg your pardon, sir," said Sturtevant, pausing in the aisle. "I believe your name is Hurley, isn't it?" "Sure thing," was the answer, as the fellow ad dressed looked up. "Hello! why, you're Sturtevant, aren't you? Saw you in Rockland. I was at that polo game. You got trimmed, didn't you ?'' "Oh, yes," admitted Mortimer coolly; "Bangor was beaten. Look here, Mr. Hurley, do you know anything about this?'' As he uttered the question he produced Clinton Hall's letter, and tossed it on the little table before Hurley. The latter looked the letter over, grinned a bit, and 11odded: "Do I know anything about it? You bet !" "You've joined the B. A. A. A. recently?" ques tioned Mortimer. "That's right." "And you seem anxious to make a record in the ring." "\Veil, it's this way: They tell me you're champion of your class in the club. I'm in that class. I'm a straight amateur, and I have a notion that I'm a better man than you are." "Y ou'rt: a straight amateur?" demanded Sturtevant, keeping his eyes on Hurley. "Sure thing. If I wasn't, how'd I get into the club?'' "That's right, how did you? You must be an ama teur. \i\Tell, you seem in a great hurry over this mat ter. You understand I haven't been in Boston for nearly two months. I've been up in the woods awhile, I'm a bit out of training." "Oh, is that it?" laughed Hurley, with something like a sneer in his manner. "You don't think you're fast enough to go against me at the next exhibition at the club?"' "I haven't said that. I simply stated that I was somewhat out of training." "vVell, what are you driving at? vVhat do you want, anyhow?" "I just want it understood, on condition you out point me, that I shall challenge you for some future date, and I'll train to meet you in proper shape." "That's all right," chuckled Hurley. "So you're going to come up against me, are you? That's good. That's first-rate. l'll agree to d; you up handsomely." "Oh, the tharthy cwecher !" muttered Flutterby. "He' th jutht ath intholent ath he can be!" "You may," smiled Sturtevant, "and then again you may not. I shall do my best to make it interesting for you, Mr. Hurley." "That's what will suit me right up to the handl e Sturtevant. Now that this thing is settled, why can't we be sociable and friendly? Let me introduce my friend, Andy Jaegles Andy, this is Mr. Sturtevant." "Glad to know you. How are you?" said Jaegles, as he rose and grasped Mortimer's hand. "Of course, this thing is going to be a case of clean sport, and there's no reason why we should ha, e any feeling over it. Hurley is an old pal of mine. \Ve're just having a little game to pass away the time. Say, won't you and your friend sit in? We'll play smudge or anything you like." Sturtevant seemed uncertain for a moment, but finally smiled as he said : "Smudge-that seems to be the great game on this train. Of course, it quickens the ordinary game of pitch a little when the players smudge out. I rather enjoy the game. Yes, I think we'll sit m. Eh, Oscar?" "J utht ath you thay, Mortimer," lisped Flutterby. "Of courthe, I leave it all to you." "Then we'll take a hand." Sturtevant introduced Flutterby to Hurley and J aegles, and they sat down. "What' th the thize of the game?" questioned Oscar anxiously. "I thuppothe it'th five thenth a corner and five a thet-back." "What?" cried Hurley, with a coarse burst of laugh ter. "Is that the size you play? As we've invited you in, I suppose we'll have to leave it to you, but we gen-
IO TIP TOP WEEKLY. era ly play it at a quarter a corner, and a quarter a go-up." "My goodneth !" gasped Flutterby. "Thath'th an awful thteep game! A feller might lothe a lot of money at that." "Oh, come, come, Oscar!" smiled Mortimer; wink ing at his companion. "I guess we can stand it. If you can't, I'll lend you some money." "J utht ath you thay," sighed Flutterby, shaking his head; "but weally it'th too much for me. I thuppothe we play evwy man for himthelf r "Of course," said Jaegles. "That's the game. All right, here are the cards. Let's cut for deal. '1 The cards were cut, and the game began. CHAPTER V. EXPOSING THE CROOK. Although Dick Merriwell was not seen to cast a glance across at the after a time h e o b served to Gardner: "Sturtevant and Flutterby are getting trimmed ove r there." "Is that right?" questioned Earl, smiling slightly. "Well, I don't care if they are. It serves them right. They were a couple of easy marks to be pulled into that game." "They were roped in pretty easy," agreed Dick. "Somehow I think they're up against s harks. Joe Hurley be an amateur in boxing, but he's no amateur at cards." "I don't see how you have kept track of the game so well, You haven'twatched them." "Oh, yes, I have," said Dick. "It wasn't neces sa ry for me to keep rubbering across the aisle. I can see some things without turning my head. Besides that, I hear their talk and know how the game is going. Hm:Jey has smudged twice already. Once he did it when he was set up three times and Sturtevant had only one point to go. The third game was won by J aegles, who made it straight on points. Neither Stur tevant nor Flutterby has tak en a game." "That's the record up to date, I think." "Seems to me Hurley and J aegles are pushing this thing pretty hard at the very start. They're liabie to scare their victims out." "I don't know about that. Flutterby is in it up to his ears now. He's fairly palpitating over the game. I think he's the kind who dodges at the start, but sticks and hangs like a chump after he gets into it." "I gave Sturtevant credit for good sense in solT.e things," muttered Dick. "He seems to be pretty nearly as easy as Flutterby. Let's turn this seat over, Gard ner, and ride backward. It will enable me to watch that game better without seeming to do so." They turned the seat, which brought them facing Buckhart and Tubbs. Seemingly their sole object in changing was to face their friends. Brad was inclined to talk a great deal, but, after a few moments, Dick touched him on his knee, and, as the Texan leaned forward, whispered in his ear: "Never mind if I don't seem to pay much attention to what you're saying, old man; keep on talking just the same. I am watching the game on the other side of the car. There's something crooked going on over there." "All right," muttered Brad, "I'll let my jaw con tinue to wag, even if you don't catch everything I shoot at you." It was not long before Dick saw something which satisfied him beyond question that Sturtevant and Flutterby were being cheated. Flutterby had six points, and it was his deal. Sturtevant bid one. Jae gles passed, and Hurley made a bid of three. "Good gwathuth !" gasped Oscar. "That'th dwead ful You don't mean it, thir !" "I'll show you if you sell to me," grinned Hurley. "Thay, didn't you mean two?' Thertainly you meant two." "Well, I said three, and I'll stand by it." "Gwathut h thaketh alive! I wanted to hold it for that. I can make three-I know I can." "Perhaps you can make four." "By Jove! I'm going to twy-I'm going to twy, doncher know. Y eth, thir. It'th diamond th, and here she ith." Oscar led the king of diamonds. Sturtevant put on the five-spot. Jaegles lau g hed in a disgusted way, spreading his card s out and showing a lot of low-spot cards, the only trump being the seven-spot. "I refuse to play a hand like that!" he exclaimed. "What's the use?' Now don't kick. It wouldn't make any difference if I did play it." He threw them all on the table. Hurley dropped on the jack of diamonds. "There, thir," cried Oscar, "I caught that feller! I h ad to have him, doncher knov\ f Now? if thomebody hathn't got the athe, I'll thmudge." He led the queen of trumps next. Sturtevant dropped on the jack of spades. While this was taking place, J aegles had pulled the
TIP TOP WEEKLY. II pack toward him and "palmed" a card, taking it from the top of the pack. In a moment he had this card under the narrow table and passed it across to Hurley, who sat with his left hand out of sight on his knee. Hurley seemed to hesitate. H e ran his cards over with both hands as if in doubt. Then his right hand again dropped to his knee beneath the table. It carried a card with it, and this card was taken by Jaegles. "This is pretty tough," muttered Hurley. "I hate to give it up." He tossed the tray of hearts onto the table. "He! he! laughed Flutterby. "That' th pretty low, ithn't it?" "It looks pretty low to me," said Hurley. "You're having things your own way now, my boy." "Well, we'll thee jutht what elthe you've got," laughed Oscar, as he boldly led the ten-spot of trumps. Sturtevant dropped a small club, but now Hurley gave Flutterby an attack of heart-failure by placing the ace of diamonds on the board and raking in the trick. "Good gwathuth !" came in a dazed tone from Flut terby. "I don't underthtand that. What made you give up your jack in the firtht plathe? You're playing a dweadfully queer game, doncher know." "Am I?" laughed Hurley. "Why, I don't know about that. I gave you my jack, thinking you'd have a low card in your hand and would consider it good. I was tempted to put my ace on your second lead, but decided to hold it back for your low card. You came again with your ten-spot and pulled the ace out of me. Nothing odd about that, is there?" "Well, I'm thet," sighed Oscar. "Deuthe take it! How did yot,t get hold of that athe? I told you I had a wippin" good hand for thwee pointh." "You had a chance to smudge. If a fellow doesn't take chances in this game, he never wins." Flutterby next led the ace of clubs. Sturtevant dropped the king, and Hurley contributed the ten-spot of the same suit. Then Oscar made his final lead with the deuce of diamonds, which took the last trick. "Well, say, you did have a good hand!" exclaimed Hurley. "You should have made it. It's hard luck, my boy." "That'th wight," half groaned Oscar. "Jutht think, I had the king, queen, ten-thpot, and deuthe of dia mondth, and the ace of clubth. Dweadful dweadful Mr. Hurley, you're the luckietht player I ever thaw." "Well, what do you think of that, pard ?" muttered Buckhart. "I think it's a skin game, with a couple of easy marks. I didn't believe it of Sturtevant. It is making me hot under the collar." "Nevet mind," said Brad. "They ought to lose." "Perhaps they ought to lose," returned Dick, "but I can't stand for a great deal of this. If this thing keeps up, I'll be forced to expose those two chaps who think they' re so slick." A little later Merriwell made another interesting dis covery. Hurley was not wearing cuffs, but he had something of more value to him in his sleeve . Finally, of a sudden, Dick sprang up, stepped quickly across the aisle, and spoke to Mortimer. "Sturtevant," he said, "you're playing with sharks! You're being cheated!" "Good gwathuth !" gasped Flutterby, in astonish ment. "What's that?" cried J aegles, likewise surprised. "The devil!" grated Hurley, glaring at Dick. "Who does he mean ?" "Wait just a minute, all of you," said Merriwell. "I've made an accusation that I must prove, or I'll show myself a liar. Sturtevant, count those cards. You'll find the pack short." "I won't stand for this!" snarled Hurley. "No out sider can butt in and accuse me and my friend of crookedness. Let me get at him!" "Gentlemen," cried Dick to the passengers in the vicinity, "this fellow is a card-sharp and a cheat! He's been cheating, and I've caug11t him. Now he wants to fight." Instantly several men, among whom were two or three drummers, rose to their feet and crowded about the card-players. "He won't fight," announced one of the drummers. "He won't be permitted to fight until he proves that you're making a false charge, my boy If you can't back up your assertion, he may do anything he pleases for all of me." "That's right! that's right!" cried the others. "Let's find out if we've got a sharp on the train. "There's been a lot of such business on this train lately," said a third. "I've been up against it myself. Met a certain big, smooth-faced old man and a half foolish appearing boy who were monkeying with the cards. They generally work the line between Bath and Portsmouth." Hurley was highly indignant to all outward ap pearances. He raged furiously, swearing that he would make Merriwell sorry.
'.12' TIP TOP WEEKLY. But, in the meantime, Mortimer Sturtevant was counting the cards. "There are only forty-seven cards here," he an nounced. "The pack is short." "I thought as much," said Dick. for the missing cards, I think you'll hold-out in Mr. Hurley's sleeve." "If you'll look find them m a "It's an infernal lie!" shouted Hurley, as he flung Flutterby out into the aisle and made a lunge at Dick. Instantly he 'was seized by men, who held him in spite of his struggles, while one of them investi gated his sleeves "The boy's right!" cried this man. "Look, gentle men, here is the hold-out, and here are the cards!" He pulled the cards from the crook's sleeve, and held them up for inspection. "A pretty fine hand for smudge," laughed Dick Mer riwell. "Just look at it! The ace, king, jack, ten, and deuce of spades. Any crook ought to win with a hand like that." The whole car was in an uproar. The passengers were furious, and insisted that the card-sharp should be kicked off the train at once. "Wait a moment, gentlemen!" cried the conductor, as he forced his way down the aisle. "Here we are at Woodstock. We'll drop him there." Vv oodstock is a little station on the Kennebec, op posite the city of Bath. At that point the train is ferried across the river to Bath. "You haven't settled-you haven't paid them any money, have you, Sturtevant?" asked Dick. "No," answered Mortimer, whose face was flushed with mingled indignation and shame, "we haven't set tled. They'll get none of our money!" "I thould thay not!" exclaimed Flutterby. "I wouldn't pay thothe wathcalth a thent !" When the train stopped at Woodstock the indignant passengers proceeded to run Hurley and J aegles b oth out of the car and kick them onto the platform "I owe you thanks, Merriwell," said Mortimer Sturtevant soberly. "The fact is, I didn't take those fellows for what they are. Hurley has lately been taken into the B. A. A. A. in Boston, a club I belong to. It's generally supppsed that the members of that club are gentlemen." "In that case," returned Dick, "they made a big mistake in accepting Mr. Hurley as a member." CHAPTER VI. RESCUED FROM THE RIVER. While the train was being broken up and the cars backed onto the ferry-boat, Mortimer and Oscar re sumed their seats in the parlor-car. "Wathn't that dweadfully lucky, Mortimer, deah boy?" said Flutterby. "We didn't have to pay thothe rathcalth a thent." "I don't know whether it was lucky or not," mut tered Sturtevant sourly. "Somehow, I'd r athe r paid them the money. That's the way I feel about it." "Gwathuth shakes! how can you thay anything like that?" "We were shown up as a couple of easy marks be fore the crowd in the smoker. I don't suppose Merri well intended to make us ridiculous. I suppose he did it as a good turn, but I feel pretty cheap over it." "I never 'thought of it that way, doncher know. What right did he have to butt in, anyway? He'th too thmart, Mortimer-that'th what he ith !" "He's smart, all right. I had to thank him, and now I feel that I owe him something. If I ever get a chance, I'll pay it, too." "What do you mean by that?" "I mean that he has placed me in his debt. I don't like it, Flutterby." "Well, that wouldn't ever worry me any, deah boy." "I don't suppose it would. All the same, it worries me." "\iVhat are you going to do about that narthty feller, Hurley?" "What am I going to do about him?" "You won't thpar with him now, will you?" "I don't know. I'd like to. I'd like to meet him and give him all he deserves." "But he'th not a gentleman." "No, he's not a gentleman. He's anything but a g entlem a n Still I fairly itch to thrash him. I be lieve I can do it, too. He's a big case of bluff in some re s pects or I'm greatly mistaken. Oh, I don't know what I'll do about it. One thing is certain : if I ever catch him playing cards in the club, I'll have a story to tell that will make him look like thirty cents." "He ought to be put wight out of the club, deah boy." "They never should have taken him in. Here we go onto the ferry-boat. 'i\ That a nuisance this business i s We lose a lot of time here, and it makes the journey long and tedious. Why don't they build a bridge across this old river? They've been talking about it long enough."
/ TIP TOP WEEKLY. "I wonder what will become of Mithter Hurley and hith fine fwiend ?" "I don't know, and I care less. They have their tickets. They can get onto the ferry if they want to. If we remain here, they'll see no more of us." "Well I don't want to thee them. I'm going to thtay wight here." "I don't think they'll bother me, anyhow," said Mor timer. "Hurley must have it in for Merriwell all right. Aren't you coming out for a breath of air while crossing the river?" "No, thir, I'm g o ing to thtay wight here. You better do tho, too, Mortimer." "I'm going out," said Sturtevant, as he rose and slipped on his overcoat. "I always do. It's a chance to get one's lungs filled with good pure air, and after being in that smoker I feel the need of it." He left the car and mounted .the obs ervation deck of the ferry-boat, which was already well out from the A bumping, and thumping, and grinding sound told him that the river was full of floating ice. On reach ing the upper deck, he saw that this was true. A cool wind was sweeping down-stream, and there seemed to be considerable current. On the farther shore lay stretched the city of Bath, with its big shipyards in plain view up the rive' where huge half-constructed vessels lay on the stocks. Sturtevant pulled his hat down hard on his head and walked the deck. At first he seemed to be quite alone on that side of the boat. Having reached the forward part of the deck, he turned and retraced his steps. He discovered that an other person had appeared and wa s leaning o ver the rail. At a glance, he recognized this person as Merri well. At this juncture a third individual came up the stairs and reached the deck, glancing around swiftly. It was Joe Hurley, and his eyes glowed with an evil light as he saw Merriwell at the rail. Silently and swiftly Hurley stepped toward Dick, who was quite unconscious of his approach, the fel low's footsteps being drowned by the bumping and hammering of the broken ice. There was something sinister in Hurley's move ments, and Sturtevant opened his lips to shout a warn ing. As he did so, the young scoundrel l'urched as if sent staggering by the movement of the boat and flung his shoulder with great force against Dick Merriwell's back. Merriwell was knocked over the rail and went plunging downward into the cold, ice-fretted river. A shout of h orror came from M o rtimer Sturtevant. "You murderous scoundrel!" he cried. 'Scuse me!" gasped Hurley, as h e straightened up and saw Sturtevant. "Terrible mistake! terrible acci dent! "You lie!" hissed Sturtevant, as he tore off his heavy overcoat and flung it o n the deck, following this acti o n instantly by ripping off his undercoat. To the rail he leaped, and an in s tant later he sprang headlong toward the bo som of the wintry K ennebec. Dick Merriwell rose to the surface, chilled and be numbed by the unexpected shock received when h e struck the water. As he came up, his head bu m peJ against a cake of ice. This was enough almost wholly to rob Dick of strength and consciousness. In a ha z y way he stru g gled to keep afloat, but something t o ld him it was a hopeless effort. It seemed that he was doomed. Through a black mist he seemed t o see th e ferry boat plowing on its way. The curr e nt had swept him to one side, and was carrying him down the river. Never in all his life had the boy felt such a strange inability to move. The desire to cea e stru g gling and resign himself to his fate almo s t overcame him. He knew, in a vague way, that unless assistance reached him promptly he must sink to rise no more in !if e. Then something dark appeared close at hand-something like a buoy. It came nearer-nearer. It had a pair of human eyes which were fastened on Dick. It had a voice, and this voice called : "Keep up, Merriwell-keep up a moment! I'll help you! Here comes a tug! She'll pick us up!" Then Dick felt himself grasped and sustained. He did not recognize his preser v er, for that transforming mi s t still fluttered before his eyes. There were shouts and the clanging of a bell. Then a dark hulk loomed close at hand. In a hazy wa y Dick felt something passed about his b o dy beneath his arms and knew that he was lifted from the water. In the warmth of the engine-room on the little tug, 'Bert Magoon, Dick rapidly recovered. A grimy man was holding a glass of whisky to his lips. "Here, drink this, young feller," urged the man. "Great snakes! but you certainly had a cold bath that time!" Die!: pushed the stuff away. "Give me some hot water," he said faintly. "That's all I need." "Well, if he won't take the whisky," said a familiar \
I TIP TOP WEEKLY. voice, "you can pass it this way. The other one you gave me hit the right spot." "Hello, Sturtevant !" said Merri well, gazing in sur prise at another boy, who was also dripping wet. "Where did you come from ?" "You and I have been taking a swim, Merriwell," said Mortimer. "That's right," nodded the grimy man, as he passed the glass of whisky over to Sturtevant, "you two chaps have been taking a swim. You fell into the river, my boy, and the other feller jumped in after you. Lucky he did, too, I guess, for you bmnped your nut against a cake of ice and came pretty near sinking for good. We were close by and saw it all." By this time the captain of the boat had placed a dipper of steaming-hot water in Dick s h and Merri well took a swallow and straightened up suddenly, making a wry face. "Jingoes he said. "I felt that all the way down. It certainly is hot. But let me get this busine s s straight. Something knocked me off the ferry-boat." "'Something' is a good name for the ruffian who did it! e xclai med Sturtevant. "I saw it all." "You-what did you do? I seem to remember that some one clutche
TIP TOP WEEKLY. paid in satisfaction over saving both you chaps froin drowning." The boys hustled into the cab, their wet clothing be ing brought and flung after them by Buckhart. A hotel was decided on, and away they went, the others following on foot. Before leaving the pier, however, Sturtevant in structeC. Flutterby to hu s tle back t o the train, which he had time to catch in the station at Bath, and tell Au gustus P what had taken place. "Tell him I'm all right O scar," said Mortimer. "I'll be home to-m o rrow. Don't fancy I can get there to-day, although I may. You'd better stick to the tr'!in and go along with the gov'nor." "I hate to leave you, doncher know, dear boy," sighetl Oscar. "I weally think you need me tn look after you." "I rather fancy I can look f'Ut for myself," laughed young Sturtevant. "Go ahead and do as I told yo u. I'll see you at the club to-m orrow night." "All wight, Mortimer, I'll thurely be there. I do hope you don t catch pneumonia. Good-by, deah boy." Thus it happened that Merriwell and Sturtevant saw a great deal of each other during the next few hours and became much better acquainted. The fact that Mortimer had voluntarily plunged into the icy river to aid Dick caused Merriwell's friends to regard the fellow in quite a new light. Up to this time, in spite of Dick 's disposition to consider young Sturtevant a somewhat decent chap, Buckhart had taken no stock in the fellow. Now, however, Brad was forced to confess that Mortimer had s hown himself courageous and manly. The only thin g which c on tinued to gall the Texan was the fact that young Sturtevant chose as a companion an insipid chap of F lut terby's stamp. As for Hurley, the boys agreed that he deserved the extreme punishment for his dastardly act. They talked the matter over a great deal. "There's jus t one thing about it said Sturtevant; "he'll claim it was accidental. You kn ow he had been drinking. When he came up behind D ick he lurched and staggered as if dizzy, and fell with his shoulder against Merriwell's back. Be didn t touch Dick with his hands. I saw it all." "Well, I hope you don't have a sneaking idea that it really was an accident!" growled Buckhart. "No, I don't believe it was an accident," declared Sturtevant prompt!)'. "At the same time, it's barely possible Hurley didn't fully realize what he was doing It's he didn't mean to k no ck Merriwell over the rail. His idea may have been to give Dic k a bump and frighten him I ca:n't quite fancy a follow vicious enough to try to drown a chap in that fash ion." "Well," said Dick, "I'm willing t o give him the of the doubt. We'll say he didn't mean to drown me. We'll say it's probable he meant to frighten me by causing me partly to los e my balance. Perhaps h e intended to pick trouble with me there on the upper deck of the ferry-boat." "I think that's it," agreed Mortimer "You see sca rcely any one was present. Of course, you'd .. be angry at a person who bump ed against you and came near knocking you overboard. You'd tt!rn and ex press yourself in decidedly strong language. That would give the fellow a chance to get at you for a scrap. I believe was Hurley's scheme." "Mebbe it was," muttered Brad. "All the same, I opine that coyote i s just about as onery as they make em. The only excuse for him is that he'd been drink ing and that's a rotten poor excuse, for no galoot has to drink. If a gent commits a crime under the influ ence of bug-juice, I allow he ought to be punished just the same as if he was perfectly sober at the time. No body held him and poured the stuff down his throat. He got soused of his ow n accord, and t hat's all there is to it. T herefore, he is responsible just the same as a sober man. You hear me ge tly murmur I" The boys were c ompelled to stay over in Bath until the following morning. Arriving in Boston, they put up at the Parker House. Sturtevant also secured a room there, seeming in no haste about getting home, although he sent a message to his folks, informing them that he had arrived in the city and was all right. "vVe'll go round to the club this afternoon, boys," he s aid. "I '.Vant you to see it. T her e's not an ot her like it in this country. We have fine ro o ms, and our members are all young feil ows. Don't think there's a man in the club over thirty, and we have chaps of six teen on our list." They were in the office of the hotel and about to leave when a young man came hurrying up and spoke to Dick. It was Jaegles. "Mr. Merriwell," he said, "I'm relieved and de lighted to see you here, all right." Buckhart began to growl like a disturbed bear. t
16 TIP TOP WEEKLY. "Are you, indeed?" inquired Dick, lifting his eye brows. "I give you my word I am," returned J aegles. "It'll be a great thing for Joe when I tell him." "Joe?" "I mean Hurley, you know. Say, that boy was completely broken up. He was the worst frightened fellow I ever saw." "He ought to be!" muttered Buckhart. "It sobered him up pretty quick, I tell you," nodded Jaegles. "Look Merriwell, I hope you don't think that was intentional." "Wasn't it?" "Wasn't it? Not on your life! Joe Hurley's not that sort of a chap!" "He knocked me over the rail into the Kennebec." "I know he did. He was full at the time. You know what happened on the train. That was a joke, Merri well." "A joke, was it?" "Why, sure. We had no idea of taking money from Sturtevant and his friend. We were having sport with them, that's all." Mortimer Sturtevant stepped forward. "That sounds pretty well," he said, "but it seems like an afterthought." "It's straight goods," asserted J aegles. "I give you my word of honor it is. Hurley thinks he's pretty clever at cards, and he tries to learn all the tricks of the sharpers, so he'll be onto them if he happens to run against them. That's why he was practising those tricks on the train." ''Well, you tell him for me," said Dick, "that he'd better P.ractise crooked card tricks anywhere besides on the public smoker of a railroad train. You both got off easily." "Not so easy, either," said Jaegles, with a grimace. "Somebody kicked me with a boot that seemed to weigh a ton. No wonder Jqe was angry. No wond e r he was thoughtless and reckless. I tell you he's sorry, Merriwell, and he's been the most miserable chap in the world since that thing happened. We wired back to Bath last night, and found that both you and Stur tevant had been rescued all right It was somethiryg of a relief, but still Hurley can't get over it. He sent me round here to watch for you or for Sturtevant. You know we learned that Sturtevant usually puts up at this hotel whenever he stops at any hotel in the city. I found your names on the register, and was going to send my card up when you came down. I hope you won't make trouble for Joe. When you know him bet ter, you'll find he isn't such a bad fellow after all." "Under the circumstances, I don't think I care to know him better," said Dick. "We'll let it drop, giving him the benefit of the doubt in this matter. Come on, fellows." They turned away and walked out of the hotel onto Tremont Street. CHAPTER VIII. THE CLASSES OF THE CLUB. The of the Boston Amateur Athletic As sociation proved to be a most interesting and attractive place. Sturtevant explained that the club had been made possible by the generosity of a very wealthy man, who founded it and provided an annual fund for its maintenance. This man's example had been fol lowed by others, and the club was developing into an institution much larger and broader than the one originally projected. There were billiard-rooms, bow ling-alleys, and a fine gymnasium, the latter being out fitted in a thoroughly up-to-date manner. It was in truth an athletic club, not only in name, but in fact. \i\Tithout an exception, the members were prominent in amateur athletics, or had been at the time of their entrance to the club. There was a dining room, but the strongest drinks served in the place were wholly non-intoxicating. Under no circumstances was a member or a visitor permitted to drink liquor within the club. Every afternoon a large gathering of members as sembled, some to lounge in the reading-room, some to play billiards, some to bowl, some to exercise in the gymnasium, and a few to wander about and observe what was going on without taking any part in the "doings." Naturally, most of these young fellows were the sons of well-to-do men, but among them were a few whose parents were not wealthy. Poverty barred no one from the club, the entrance fee being low and the dues light. It was required, however, that every applicant for membership should come highly recommended as to his moral character and standing. "I want to introduce you to our boxing instructor, fellows," said Mortimer. "He's one of the cleverest in the city, and a great enthusiast over the art of self defense. We make boxing a special feature here. Every month we have an exhibition night, when there are several bouts between members of the different classes." "What do you mean by the different classes?" asked Dick.
TIP TOP WEEKLY. "Professor Chambers will explain that to you. It's his idea. Here he is now." Sturtevant caught the professor's eye, and that worthy advanced with a bow and a smile. "I see you're back, my boy," he said. "Suppose you had a great time on your outing?" "Oh, yes, first-rate,'.' replied Mortimer. "Let me introduce some friends of mine." He then presented Merriwell and the others, all of whom received a hearty hand-grip from Professor Chambers. "Merriwell ?" said the professor interrogatively, as he surveyed Dick. "\i\Thy, that name's familiar to me, although it doesn't seem at all common. Let me see. Oh, yes, there's a young man of that name who has made quite a reputation as an amateur athlete. He was a Yale man "You're speakirig of my brother," said Dick, with a touch of pride. "Ah! your brother?" cried Chambers, thoroughly interested in a moment. "Then you're a brother to Frank Merriwell? Well, I congratulate you, my boy." "Thank you, sir." The boxing instructor made another survey of Dick. "You look like an athlete yourself. I should say you are in good trim and take an interest in amateur sports." "You're right, sir." "Attend school, I presume?'' "Fardale Academy." "Fardale? Well that's fine That's one of the be s t fitting schools I know anything about. I've seen sev eral clever youngsters who came out of Fardale. What's your line?" "I have no particular line." "You don't make a special fad of anything?" "No, sir." "What do you do?" "I play baseball football and enjoy o ther s port s." Buckhart was inclined to butt in and explain that Dick was captain of both the nine and eleven at school but Merriwell cautioned him with a warning glance, and a slight shake of the head. "I'm decidedly in favor of baseball, asserted Pro fessor Chambers. "It's the finest open-air game ever invented." "How about football?" questioned Dick. "\i\T ell, I'm _not wholly favorable to football as 1t 1s played at present. I've never said much against it, but this agitation for a change in the game meets my hearty approval. There' s no doubt but it is too dangerou s as played jus t n ow. It' s a great game to arouse enthusia s m and draw a crowd of s pectators, but I'm confident it can be improved, the danger lessened, and still maintain its h o ld on the public." "You d o n t think it will be abolished?'" Chamber s laughed heartil y "Abolish ed? N ever! Such a thing is impossible! A few scho o l s and c olleg e s m a y aboli s h it temporarily, but when the gam e ha s be e n properly re s tricted and al-tered, they 'll all t a ke it up a g ain. The players want it, and the public wants it. Y o u can t abolish it. Co lumbia has cut it out ; but if things move right, she'll take it up again in time. "You anticip a te that it will be m o dified sufficiently to eliminat e all da ng er in the c ours e o f time?" "It will n e ver b e m od ulated sufficiently to eliminate all danger. My b oy, t h e re 's dan g er in any athletic game There's danger in baseball. You don t hear any great o ut c ry a gains t b ase ball y et every s eason a few play e r s are seri o u s l y injured, and o nce in awhile one is killed. These thin gs can't be helped. There's danger in everything we d o When yo u leave this club you may walk a f e w blocks on the street. You may cross the c a r tracks Perhaps the street will be crowded. There m ay b e vehicles of all so rts, including a ut o m o biles. Street-c a r s \ viii be running. It's not impo s sible that you 'll be killed within a block or two of the d o or. Only the o th e r day I wa s walking along Washington Street. S o m et hi ng whi z zed pa s t my head and fell o n the sidewalk being shattered into a num ber of pieces It mis s ed me by a fo ot, I should say. I looked down. It was a brick which had fallen from the building. H a d it s truck m y h e ad, I wouldn't be here now We can t eliminate dan g er from life. We'll never eliminate danger fro m athletics Still, it is our duty to take proper precautions, and that's what will be done with foo tball." "I agree with y ou sir," said Dick. "You've ex pressed my ideas in this matter. Mr. Sturtevant tells me th a t sp a r r i n g i s much i n fa vo r h e re. Now, any one kn ows ther e i s dang e r in th at. I don't mean prizefig htin g ; I'm spea kin g of sparring. T h ings happen in s t r a i g h t a m at eur b o ut s A c h ap gets a blo w over the heart and dies No one su s pecte d that he had heart trouble, but after it' s all over, the d o ctor finds that such wa s the c ase. Are w e go ing to abandon sparring bec a u s e of th ese acc i den ts?" "Not much! l aug h e d Chamb e rs. "Where one fel low is injure d or kill ed, a tho u s and are taught to de fend th e mselves from injury or de ath. That's the real m o tive back o f s p a r ring. A chap who can handle his fis ts and put up a goo d fight, is always prepared to defend himself from assault and protect weaker per sons who may be attacked. I'm not a man who de-
18 TIP TOP WEEKLY. fends prize-fighting -a:s it -is conducted to-day. I'm flatly against it. It's a game of graft. It's a game of treachery and deceit. In the good old times there was such a thing as honest 9rize-fighting. Betvveen you and me, I'd enjoy
TIP TOP WEEKLY. "You're very clever in judging a man's ability," nodded Chambers. "Well, I give you my word that Holt could enter this club and hold his own with any man in the first sparring class." "Except yourself ?'' "Excepting no one. He's fully as skilful as I am, and, as a fighter, he's a little more vicious, I fancy." the use to go over that matter, Sturte vant!" exclaimed Dick. "It was a most unpleasant affair. I had to fight him, you know." "I said so in the first place," nodded Mortimer. "But I'm interested, Sturtevant," reminded Cham bers. "I'd like to hear about it. I'd like to know how it came out." "Of course, they couldn't fight in the main saloon," said Sturtevant. "Holt was determined to whip Mer riwell. He went down below and made arrangements for a scrap on the freight-deck. Then he came back and dared Merriwell to meet him there. The steve dores cleared a good-sized place on the deck, and Merriwell met Holt. From the very start the Bangor boy was outpointed. He began to realize it in a short time, and it simply added to his rage and determina tion to put Merriwell out. Understand, Chambers, that this was a fight with bare fists. Merriwell marked Holt quite a lot. He gave him a handsome black eye, cut his lip and put his nose out of plumb. That didn't take any of the fight out of Holt. He refused to quit." "He was no quitter," admitted Dick. Sturtevant continued : "Merriwell asked him if he had had enough. He hadn't. He was bound to force the thing to a knock out, and in the end he got it. Merriwell slammed him in the wind with one hand, ai1d nailed him on the jaw with the other. It was some time before Holt knew what had happened." "This is, indeed, very interesting," chuckled Pro fessosr Chambers, as he placed a hand on Merriwell's shoulder. "My boy, this is the first time I ever heard Sturtevant acknowledge any one his superior. I don't understand it." Mortimer flushed. "Perhaps that's a polite way of saying I have a bad case of swelled head," he muttered. "No, I didn't mean that," declared the boxing in structor. "You've been a confident chap, but it takes confidence for a man to win. I'd like to see Merriwell spar. Now, why can t we arrange it? You have plenty of time. .There are spare suits in my locker. Why don't you and Merriwell put on the gloves?" Sturtevant laughed heartily. "What do you sav, Merri well, old man?'" he cried. "Let's have a little go. I'd like to find out just what I can do against you." Dick shrugged his shoulde_rs. "All right he said, "I don't mind." In this manner it happened that, some t we nty min utes later, the two boys came out dressed for sparring and went at it beneath the critical eye of Professor Chambers. Sturtevant's friends, to the extent of a dozen or more, gathered about, and all seemed confi dent that he would def eat the stranger. Their con fidence and their observations irritated Buckhart, who promptly offered to wager something that they would find themselves mistaken. Sturtevant paused a moment and gave Brad a look. "You can't make any bets in the club, old man," he said. "They don't allow it here. Whatever betting is done has to be done on the outside." "I'd like to go outside with him a minute or tw o," said one of Mortimer's friends. "Come on, you!" burst from Brad, as he singled the speaker out. "I'll go you right down to my last plunk." It was Dick's turn to speak. "You'll do nothing of the sort, Brad," he said. "We didn't come here for this." "That's proper," nodded Professor Chambers. "Betting makes bad feelings. This is not a bout for blood, anyhow. Still, I hope both boys will do their level best." Mortimer Sturtevant was determined to do his level best. Even though he had stated his belief that Mer riwell was a better man, he went into the encounter with the determination of outpointing Dick if pos sible. The impromptu match soon aroused the enthusiasm of the spectators, for bothrlads showed themselves to be deft, skilful, clever, and quick-witted. It was Stur tevant who landed the first effective blow, which proved to be a jolt on Dick's chin. "Oh, Mortimer is there with the goons!" laughed one of his friends. An instant later this fellow changed his tune, for Merriwell drew another lead, ducked, blocked, smashed Sturte va nt on the ribs, got away, came in like a flash, and hit him right and left without getting as much as a tap in return. Not a word did Professor Chambers say, but his eye glowed, and a faint smile crept around the corner s of his mouth. The boys sparred four rounds of two minutes each, and at the finish Sturtevant's friends were silent, for they realized that Mortimer had been outpointed. He had not been disgracefully defeated, but at the same time all knew he had met his ma ste r in Merriwell. "I told you so, professor," said Sturtevant, as the gloves were being removed from his hands. "I knew what Merriwell could do. I give you my word that I tried my prettiest with him." "Hello! h ello!" cried a voice, as two pushed forward. "What's going on here? Why, it' s Sturtevant! Is it all over? That's too bad! I'm sorry I missed it." The speaker \Yas Joe Hurley, and his companion was Jaegles. Seeming to recognize Merriwell for the first time. Hurley hastened up to him, saying in a low tone:
20 TIP TOP WEEKLY. "Merriwell, I want to apologize to you. I want to beg your pardon. I hope you won't spread the re port here in the club that I was drunk on the train and on that ferry-boat. I acknowledge that I was." Dick looked the fellow straight in the eye. "I'm not here to spread any kind of a report," he said. "J aegles told me it was an accident." "So it was-so it was," asserted Hurley. "I didn t mean to knock you into the river. I did bump against you intentionally. I was trying to pick another quar rel with you. You know a fell ow isn' t responsible when he's been drinking. I'm sober to-day, and I'm sorry." "Well, that settles it then," said Dick. "If you're sorry, we'll dismiss the matter1 and say no more about it." CHAPTER X. AN HONOR FOR DICK. After a plunge in the swimrhing tank and a rub down, Merriwell and Sturteva nt dressed. Dick had finished dressing when two young men asked admission to the room. "Shall I let them in, pard ?" asked Buckhart. "Certainly,'' nodded Dick. One fell ow was tall and dark, the other short, rotund, rosy, and flaxen-haired. The dark one hurried forward and seized Dick's hand, while the other came pudging after, a jolly smile on his face. "My name is Cardigan-Ross Cardigan,'' an nounced the tall man, who was about twenty-seven or eight years old. "You don't know me. I'm an e>ld Harvard man. Knew your brother. Haven't had the pleasure of seeing him in years. This is my friend, Dolby. Dolby's a Dartmouth grad. He knew Frank Merriwell." "Did I!" chuckled Dolby. "I should guess yes. Had a jolly little dinner with him once on a time after he'd broke training in the spring. Know him? 'Why, it was one of the pleasures of my life to know him. And you're his brother? Say, put your little fin in mine!" "I'm certainly delighted to meet two friends of my brother here at this club," said Dick. "I presume you belong to it?" "Belong to it?" grinned DDlby. "Why, it belongs to us! We own it! Anything we say here goes. Get onto that." "Come, come, Dol,'' remonstrated Cardigan, "don't get too extravagant in your statements." "Oh, well, it's all right," asserted the stout chap. "Whatever I say goes. You always provide the salt for it. Hello, here's Sturtevant!' Sturtevant knows us, eh, Mortimer, my boy? They tell me Merri well has been trimming you. Is it possible, Mortimer-is it possible? And you're supposed to be the champion of your class. Awful, Mortimer-awful! rm disap pointed in you. Still, you ha v e nothing to be ashamed of if this Merriwell is like his brother. His brother was a trimmer from the word go. He had a habit of trimming people who went up against him." "Now, Merriwell," said Cardigan, in an apologetic manner, "don't pay too much attention to Dolby. When that tnouth of his st'arts running he can't stop it. He's liable to go to sleep at night and leave it wagging. He talks in his sleep simply because talking is a habit with him. Nobody pays much attention to anything he says." "Ha! ha!" laughed Dolby. "That's one of Cardi gan's jokes He thinks it's funny. He's always jo king about my mouth. Well, what's the use of having a mouth if a feller doesn't employ it?' I'll confess-I'll tell the truth. I do talk a great deal. Yes, I admit it. Sometimes I wake up in the night and feel lonesome and talk to myself. In that way I'm company for my self. I'm really jolly society for myself, don't you know. But what did we come here for, Cardy? You had an idea in your head. What was it? Oh, yes, I remember. Come, my boy, speak up. Spring it." "I haven't had a chance yet," declared Cardigan. "Your tongue makes such a clacking that I couldn't be heard if I did speak up. It's this way, Merriwell: There are lots of fellows in this club who either knew your brother or have heard of him and admire him as the representative young American of to-day. Some of those fellows saw you sparring with Sturtevant. They expected Sturtevant would do you up. They were disappointed in the result-disappointed and pleased. Now, hold on, Mortimer! you understand that we stick by you, but we couldn't help being pleased to discover another Merriwell who promises to follow in the footsteps of his illustrious brother." "Now what do you think of that, Merriwell-now what do you think of that for talk?"' cried Dolby. "He tells me I shoot off a lot of hot air, but I'd like to know what you call that. He's throwing it into you by the barrel. You're blushing, my boy, and I don't wonder. Why, in all my days of gush, I never pumped so much hot air at one person in such a brief space of time ." "Will you dry up, Dolby?"' snapped Cardigan, frowning on his smiling companion. "Let me come to the point." "If you will-if you only will!" cried Dolby. "If you don't come to it in a hurry, the point may come to you, and pqssibly you'll feel it." "I'm on the examining committee here," Ross Car digan explained, again speaking to Dick. "Dolby is another. We l ook up the records of all who apply for membership in thi s club. If we pronounce against a candidate, he doesn't go; if we pronounce for him, he goes. Now, one of the boys suggested a few moments ago that it would be a great idea to have Frank Merri well's brother as an h o norary member of this club. 1hat suggestion seemed t6 strike everybody in a favor able manner. There wasn't a dissenting voice. The club holds a meeting to-night. We're going to put your name in and push itJhrough. If you're going to
TIP TOP WEEKLY. fight about it, if you're going to raise a row, if you're going to object, do so now or forever hold your peace. If you don't make a fuss at once, to-morrow's rising sun is sure to shine on you as an honorary member of the B. A. A. A." "That's the stuff!" cried Mortimer Sturtevant. "Now you're talking, Cardigan. Why, I've been try ing to induce him to apply for non-resident member ship. Never thought that he'd be offered an honorary membership." Dick really was confused. "I'm afraid you're showering too much honor on me," he faltered. "I haven't done anything to de serve it." "That'll do! that'll do!" chuckled Dolby. "Why, isn't he the real modest young thing! Just see him blush f He he he! Think of a blase young chap like him who blushes. Wish I could blush." "You don't have to," said Cardigan. "You eat so much rare beef that you're boiling over with blood, and people think by the looks of your red face that you're a heavy drinker. Merriwell, listen to me. I'm going to say one word of praise for this fellow, Dolby. It's the only thing I can say, and I'm glad to have an opportunity to give him credit for something. He's never tasted an intoxicating drink of any sort in all his life." "Now hold on, Ross-hold on!" protested Dolby. "By Jove! I believe you are making ine blush! You know that is not regarded as creditable for a fellow in these times. Most chap s reckon there is something the matter with a man who has never taken a drink. Once in my life I was foolish enough to make that statement concerning myself at a little social gathering. The young gentlemen present smi led behind their hands. The young ladies gave me the incr edulous eye. Some of the old ladies patted me on the cheek and called me a real nice boy. The host rose up and propounded a conundrum. He said: '\i\That's the difference be tween George Washington and J ack Dolby?' Then he answered it. Said he: 'George neve.i: did; J ack al ways does.' But that wasn't the worst. Before the evening was over, the hostess led me out into the but ler's pantry or some other place of concealment and tried to inveigle me into taking one little sip of port wine. There you have it-the sa me old situation that made all the trouble in the Garden of Eden. Since then I've never boasted of my temperance principles." "Have you run down?" asked Cardigan, with a smothered groan. "Hold on, Dolby-don't start in again." Sturtevant now introduced Dick's friends to Cardi gan and Dolby, and the tall chap explained that he would like to propose all of them for h o norary mem bership, but it was against the rules of the club to pro pose more than one person for such membership at a regular meeting. "\Ve're a whole lot satisfied that you've bestowed the honor 0;1 Dick," said Buckhart. "He's the one for it." "You understand, Merriwell," said Cardigan, uthat an honorary member has all the privileges of the club, with the exception that he cannot pay dues and cannot vote in business meetings. Otherwise he stands precisely the same as the rest of the members. We've spoken to Professor Chambers about this matter, and h e says he wants you on his boxing list. You know there s a new man who's out for the championship of the first class. He's after Sturtevant's scalp now. H he takes that, he'll be looking for you. I hope you'll be able to suppress the gentleman." "If Merriwell wants it, he can have the opportunity after I'm through with that fellow," laughed Sturte vant. After leaving the dressing-room, the boys bowled and played billiards awhile. It had grown dark when they left the club and took a subway-car, which landed them at Park Street, the nearest point to the Parker House. The following day Merriwell was notified that he had been made an honorary member of the B. A. A. A. CHAPTER XI. WHOSE MONEY? Thus it was easy for Dick and his f nends to linger a few days in Boston, and every minute of the time spent in that city proved interesting and enjoyable. On Sunday they attended church in the morning and listened to a lecture in Tremont Temple in the evening. Monday evening, at the urgent invitation of Sturtevant, they visited him in his home on Common wealth Avenue. They were graciously received by Mortimer's mother and sister, the latter proving to be a most attractive and agreeable girl. In the course of the evening Sturtevant slyly whis pered in his sister's ear: "Stop it, Mabel-stop it! Don't go to getting smashed on Merriwell. All the girls do that. Be orig inal. Take Gardne r \ V hat's the matter with him?" "Stop, Mortimer!" she whispered back, with a to:ich of indignation. "I'm not getting smashe d on him. He's a nice fellow, and I like him well enough, that's all." "Oh, is it-is it?" softly laughed young Sturtevant. "Say, Mabel, I'm too s1y a clog to be fooled by the signs. I know 'em You've h oiste d 'em plain enough for any one to see. If he took a fancy to attack the citadel, yo u'd surrende r." At thi s moment Augustus P Sturtevant came strid ing into the room and created a diversion which hid Mabel's confusion. "Ah-ha!" said the timber king, as he surveyed the v i sitors "So these are the young men Mortimer has talked so much about? Well, well! And they're the same fellows who stole my rooms in the Thorndike Hotel at Rockland. Wouldn't give 'em up either. Now what do you think of that, mother ?-these boys got my rooms and wouldn't give 'em up to me! Hold on, sir!" he exclaimed, as Dick started to SEeaki.
22 TIP TOP. WEEKLY. "Don't you deny it, sir! I didn't like it-I confess I didn't .like it, then. I've thought it over since, and I've come to the conclusion that you weren't so much to blame after all. The clerk assigned you those rooms, and, of course, you had a right to keep them. I fancy I may have been a little brusk in the way I went at you. You see I was indignant. I was angry because those rooms had been given to some one else. I didn't stop to consider who was to blame, and I just blazed away at you. Let me say a few words more. If you'd given them up after I came at you in that fashion, I should have said you were easily bluffed. You didn't give 'em up, and, since thinking it over, I don't blame you. Now isn't that square enough?" Square enough! It was the most astonishing thing Augustus P. had ever said in all his life. Even Mor timer stared at his father in amazement. The result of this unprecedented action on the part of the timber king was that the fifteen minutes he spent with the boys proved to be unexpectedly pleasant and enjoyable. When Mr. Sturtevant excused himself and left them, Mortimer laughingly muttered in Dick's ear: "I thought I'd have to send out a hurry call for the doctor. The old man nearly gave me heart failure. Never knew him to come off his perch like that be fore." On Tuesday evening Sturtevant took the boys out to "show them the town." In the course of their wan derings they dropped into the Hotel Cecil. The big, wide door between the lobby and the bar was open, and just beyond the doorway had gathered a group of young men. As the boy s entered they heard one of these men speaking: "I tell you Hurley will do it! He'll deliver the goods! I'm backing him His challenge is posted, and he's ready to meet Sturtevant or any other chap in the club. He'll be the champion of the club after that little affair, and I'm betting money on it. Here's my roll! Who wants to bet even money that Hurley won't defeat any one who goes against him at that exhibition?" The speaker was Andy J aegles, and he was flashing a package of bank-notes. "By Jim!" gurgled Obediah Tubbs. "That's rather interesting ain t it? onder whose money it is he's putting up ?" Sturtevant stood quite still, a strange, grim look on his face. "I'll go you twenty-five," said one of the men with Jaegles; "I'll bet twenty-five even that Hurley is out pointed by the man who goes against him. I've seen this fellow Hurley and looked him over. He's a big: case of bluff." "Put up your money; put up your money!" palpi tated Jaegles. "Skinner will hold it." The bet was made, and the money posted in the hands of the man called Skinner. Immediately Sturtevant stepped forward and pu s hed into the group. "It strikes me, Mr. Jaegles," he said, "that there's something a bit queer about this business. It doesn't look quite right for a club member and a friend of Joe Hurley to stand around in public places like this, offering to bet money on the result of such a contest." For a moment J aegles seemed slightly taken aback. He recovered quickly and forced a laugh. "Why, it's Sturtevant himself!" he said. "Hello, Sturtevant! why all this thusness? I'm outside the club. I'm not betting in the club." "I'm aware of that, but it looks bad, and you know it. Evidently you're out seeking bets. whose money are you putting up?" Jaegles flushed with indignation. "That's none of your business!" he retorted. "It's my money, of course." "Is it?" said Mortimer queerly. "VI ell, you have a right to bet your own money. I don't suppose Hurley will benefit by it if you win?" "Certainly not. The suggestion is an insult, Stur tevant! Are you looking for trouble?" "No, I'm not; but you know, J aegles, that there has been a question concerning Hurley's eligibility as a straight amateur. Why should he be in such haste after getting into the club to win the championship? What's his business, anyhow? What supports him?" "He lives on his income. His old man left him a fortune in trust, and he gets five thousand a year." "He's fortunate," said Mortimer. "It strikes me that you're frightened," sneered Jaegles. "By your talk I should judge you're thinking of squealing. You don't fancy the idea of going up against Hurley. I'll doubt if you'll have the nerve tQ face him." "You're at libert y to doubt anything you choose, sir. If I fail to face him, some one else will take my place. He'll find it enough, I assure you." At this Jaegle s and his companions burst into laug!-1ter, and several of them seemed inclined to hint that Sturtevant was frightened. This increased Mortimer's indignation, and he realized he was on the verge of getting into trouble. Dick realized it also, and grasped Sturtevant by the arm, drawing him away. "What's the use, Mortimer?" he said. "You can't find any satisfaction in picking up trouble with this bunch "Oh, let him loose, pard-let him loose!" urged Buckhart. "If they want trouble, I opine we'll stand by him." .,.. Dick's cooler judgment prevailed, however, and they left the hotel. "More than ever," said Sturtevant, "I'm convinced that this Hurley is not on the level. I believe J aegles was betting Hurley's money. Of course I haven't any proof of it. Some of those fellows belong to the club. If I had proof Hurley was tainted with profes sionalism, I' cl go against him and do my best to wal lop him. Then I' cl expose him and see him kicked out of the club."
TOP WEEKLY. 23 CHAPTER XII. AN ENCOUNTER IN CHINATOWN. After leaving the Cecil, Sturtevant suggested that they should visit Chinatown, and they turned their steps toward Harrison Avenue. In a short time they were seated in a Chinese restaurant, where chop suey and tea were being served In this place there were visitors of various sorts and grades. The young men were mostly of the would-be blood character. They were generally callow youths, who smoked cigarettes. Of the opposite sex not a few were sightseers, who, out of curiosity, had accom panied male companions into Chinatown. Some, how ever, were of a most questionable stamp. "\Vaugh!" exclaimed Buckhart, as he surveyed a plate of chop suey with a suspicious eye. "I sure would give a heap to know what this mess is made of. In my day I've masticated almost everything from buffalo meat to boiled dog, but I general ly knew what it was, and there was some satisfaction in that." While they were sitting about the table, half-a dozen young fellows came stamping boisterously into the room. The leader of the party seemed to be Joe Hurley. Apparently all of them had been drinking. Suddenly a girl rose from a table in one of the cor ners and rushed out, uttering an exclamation of joy as she seized Hurley's arm. "Oh, Tom! Tom!" she cri d. "Is it really you? I'm so glad, Torn! Take me away from this place! Take me somewhere-anywhere!" Hurley started a bit, and then gave her a cold stare. "You've made a mistake, my lady," he said. "My name's not Torn." "Yes, it is," she retorted positively. "I know you. You are Torn Bedford, my brother." Hurley laughed coarsely ''vVQ.at have you been doing, hitting the pipe?" he asked, in an insolent manner. "Go back to the dope! Have another pill!" Dick Merriwell's hand fell on Mortimer Sturtevant's wrist. "This is interesting," he said, in a low tone. "I I wonder if the girl is mistaken?'" "She must be," said Sturtevant. "She calls him Bedford." A look of despair crept over the girl's face. Still she clung to Hurley's arm as she excitedly said: "Don't deny your own sister, Torn! I know I've not always done right, but you're my brother! I ne e d your protection! I'm out of work! I've got to live! Take me away from here, please do!" Hurley shrugged his thick shou lders "Can't see it that way," he retorted. "You've made a mistake, I tell you. I never saw you before in my !if e." "Do you know what you're doing?" she panted. "You've driving me desperate! That man will come! I agreed to meet him here. Be careful what you do, Tom!" "Oh, buy her a consignment of chop su e y and let her go," advised one of Hurley' s companions. "Look here," he said angrily, "you' re annoying me! I won't stand for it! I don t like this place, any how, fellows. Let's get out. I never could get along with the chinks The party turned toward the door. Involuntarily the girl made one step toward the m, her hands extended, and she st o od thus until they disappeared and their footsteps died out on the stairs Then she returned to the table in the corner "I'm sorry for her," said Dick. "She's in a ba
24 TIP TOP WEEKLY. The girl had disappeared, but whe n they moYecl avYay s he s uddenl y stepped o ut of a dark doorway and touched Dick's arm. "I want to thank you," she said, her voice shaking. "It was Yery kind of you. I s h o uldn t be alone. I know it." "That's true, said Dick. "Permit us to escort you to a more respectable localit y \i\fill you take my arm?" After a moment's he sitatio n s he accepted his arm. "Who was that young man yo u called brother in the restaurant?" said Dick "He is my brother. "But you called him by the name of Bedford." "That's his name." "He's known in Boston as Hurley." "I don't care. He is m y brother, Tom Bedford. We belong in Pittsburg. I came here to take a posi tion in a s t o re. I couldn't keep it. I'm ou t of work now. Oh, I know \\"hat yo u mu t think of me! 1 uppose Tom ha d a ri g ht to deny that I am his sister .. Suddenl y the g irl broke clown and began to sob. "Won't you tell me whe r e you live ?" asked Dick. 'If you really need work, I may find some way of helping yo u ." "Oh, you can't!" she a n swered brokenly. "It's no us e! I may as well g ive up! "But I want yo u to tell me more about your broth e r What does he do? Has he a foi"tune ?" "A fortune?" she cried derisively. "Not that I k now of. \Ve \\ ere always poor. Still, T o m man ages t o get along. He i s clever. I didn't think h e'd go back on m e entirely!" N eeclless t o say, Merri well was doubly determined to learn more about Tom Bedford. CHAPTER XIII. GETTING H I S JUST DESERTS. It was the night of the exhibition in the B. A. A. A. In a dre ssing roo m Dick Merriwell was hurriedly changing hi s clot hes for sparring attire. Mortimer Sturtevant stood watching him. "Sorry I can't go aga i nst Hurley," muttered Stur tevant, regretfully. "But that tw i ste d s h o nlcler put m e out of it. I know you'll m ore than fill my place, Merriwell but I'd lik e to g et at that fellow just the same. The other b o ut s are pretty near o ver, hren't they?" "Yes," n odde d B uckhart, \Yho ha cl r ecent ly entered the dressin g room. "Hurley i s wa iting o ut there now, with a big robe ro und him. They've told him he's to meet Dick instead of you, and he's laughing over it with his chum s The galoot thinks he has a snap. I opine he 's clue to butt up against the s urpri se of his life to-night." At this moment there was a rap on the door, and a small, smooth-faced man entered the room. "I have a report for you, Merriwell ," he said, in a low tone. ". s quick as thi s?" exclaim ed Dick, in surprise and gratification. "Oh, I told you I didn t think it would take long," nodded the stranger. "I've been doing some wiring t o -day. Your man is well known in Pittsburg, and he has a little record in Chicago, too. Is it all right to make my statement bef pre these gentlemen?" "Sure," answered Dick. "Fellows, this is Mr. Pickering, a private detective from the Pemberton Square Age ncy. You know I obtained a clue from that girl we ran across in Chinatown She gave me a l ot of facts yesterday after we found her that job through the aid of you r father, Sturtevant. \Nith the information obtained from her, I proceeded to the Pemberton Square Agency, and engaged Pickering to l ook up Hurley's rec o rd. Now what have you found o ut. sir?" "You were right about him, Merriwell," nodded the private detectiYe "His name i sn' t Hurley. It's Bed ford. He's not a straight amateur. He fought for a p urse before lea ving Pittsburg. Four months ago he m e t Spider Kerns in Chicago, and knocked Kerns o ut, thereby getting the lion's share of the gate money." "Are you sure of this? Have you proof?" cried Mortimer Sturtevant. "We're not in the habit of making mistakes at our office," answered Pickering, with a touch of haughti ness. "I'm sure of m facts. Tom Bedford is a professional. He changed his name to Hurley on c oming to Boston. One of hi s friends has been bet ting that he would win the cha mpi o nship of his club. It's Hurley's money that has been p os ted." "\Veil, by J oye!" palpitated Mortimer. "I'm going out there and expos e him now!" "Wait a minut e," urged Dick. "Let me have some thin g t o say about this. That fellow is a contemptible cur! Lo ok at the way he treated hi s sister! I'd like the satisfac tion of m eet ing him. After we're through, Sturtev a nt, you ma y expose him." A man thrust hi s head in at the door. "Dick Me r riwell is wanted," he called. "I'm ready," s aid Dick. The gymnasium had been turned into an arena. In the center was a raised platform, properly roped off. All aro und this platform were seats, ris ing tier on tier, ,and those seats were filled with s pectators, being mem ber s of the club and invited visitors. As Merriwell was seen c o rning along an aisle with Buckhart a t his heels, the refe ree climbed into the ring a n d l oo ked around with a s mile at the cro\\"J. The three men who formed the c o mmittee that de cided all matches, according to skill shown and points made had sightly positions at three sides of the ring. Tom Bedford rose from his seat and cast off. the robe. Then he mounted to the ring, acc o mpanied by two sec onds. A moment later Dick Merriwell was in a corner op posite his antagonist to be. "Gentlemen, said the referee, "th.is is to be the final
TIP TOP WEEKLY. \ event of the evening. I know you've all been waiting for it with considerable eagerness. A new member of our club, who has been classified in the first division of our boxers by Professor Chambers, has challenged any one of the same division to mee him here to-night. In the first place it was agreed that Mortimer Stur tevant should spar against this new member; but Stur tevant has met with an unfortunate accident, having thrown his shoulder out of the socket, and his physician forbids him to spar." Bedford showed hi s teeth in a derisive smile. "Nevertheless," continued the ref e ree, "you are not to be disappointed, gentlemen. Anot her new member has volunteered to take Sturtevant's place, and he i s here on the platform. First I wish to introduce the challenger, Josep h Hurley." Hurley rose and bowed, being given a round of ap plause. "And this," said the referee, with a motion toward Dick, "is Sturtevant's substitute, Richard Merriwell." Dick was greeted heartily as he stood up. After this announcement no time was lost. It had been arranged in advance that five rounds should be fought and the boxers should break clean on the clinches. The gloves were adjusted, and Buckhart gave Dick a last tap on the shoulder as he dropped out of the ring. Bedford and Merriwell met and touched gloves. It was not a hand-shake, but a mere formal ceremony of politeness. During the most of the first round the boxers seemed "feeling" of each other. They sparred cauti ously, and the spectators grew impatient. "Corne! come!" cried one of the witnesses. "Get at it! There's nothing holding you fellows apart." Dick was waiting for his antagonist to begin the a s sault. Finally Hurley decided that he had fathomed Merriwell's style and form, and he came after Dick in earnest. Toward the close of the round there was a bit of lively sparring that made the spectators sit up and take notice, but, on the whole, it was rather tame, neither fellow seeming to have advantage. "\Vhat are you doing, pard ?" asked Buckhart, as he vigorously rubbed Dick in the corner. 'Tm waiting for him to open up," was the answer. "I think he'll begin the next round with a rush. If he holds off, I'll go after him." Dick was right in fancying Bedford would begin second round with a rush. The fellow came out of his corner at the clanging of the gong and met Merriwell more than two-thirds of the way across the ring. In a twinkling they were at it, and their move ments were so rapid that few of the spectators could follow everything that happened. Bedford had science, and he displayed it to the full extent in his effort to outpoint Dick. He found, however, that Merriwell was clever on the defense, and that he constantly watched for an opening, never failing to take advantage of one when he saw it. At first it seemed that Bed ford was getting the advantage, but, before the round was half over, the spectators it was Merriwell who had delivered the cleverest and most effective blows. Bedford seemed to comprehend this, and it an gered him a trifle. "Oh, you're pretty good, aren't you?" he sneered. "You're pretty clev er for an amateur!" "And you're pretty rotten for a professioool !" re torted Dick, in the same low tone .. "A professional?" muttered the other fellow. "That's right, Tom Bedford-a professional! I know your name and your record." This s e emed to infuriate the fellow, for he went after Dick like a cyclone but one second before the gong clanged Merriwell stopped him in his tracks with a blow to the pit of the stomach. Bedford's hands dropped, and Dick might have ended the bout had he seen fit to follow up with another blow. Instead of doing so, he waited for the gong. There was a great hum of voices when the round was o ver. The spectators were no longer disappointed and dissatisfied. Bedford lay back on the ropes, while one of his sec onds fanned him and the other vigorous ly rubbed him down. Dick seemed not at all winded and sm iled at Buckhart's approving words. "You made one mistake though, pa rd," muttered the Texan. "You could have finished him. You had him finished if you'd s oaked him on the jaw." "I'm here to outpoint him, not to knock him out," said Dick. "The knock-out blow will be the exposure which will follow this match." Clang! s o unded the gong. Hurley had recovered astonishingly, and once more he c a me across the platform with a rush. "Oh, you think you're some!" he grated as Dick met him and s topped him. "I'll show you before this round is over!" Ten sec o nds later Thurley was compelled to clinch, Dick having driven him into a corner. The referee forced them to break, quickly stepping back as they seemed to relinqui s h their h o lds At this p o int happened one of the thin g s which always arouses the indignati o n of all admirers of square boxing. Instead of breaking clean. Bedford swung his right fist low and struck Merriwell in the groin. Instantly the fellow followed this treacherous blow with a wallop on Dick's jaw, sending him onto the ropes. "Foul! foul !" cried the excited spectators. Brad Buckhart seemed on the point of climbing into the ring. He believed Dick had been knocked out. For a moment things swam around Merriwell. The platform beneath him seemed whirling slowly with the motion of a top, and there was a haze before his eyes. He knew he had been hit foul, and the. knowledge brought him a sort of determination not to succumb. The spctators saw him grasp the ropes and lift himself slowly. In a moment he was on his feet, brushing the back of his l eft glove across his eyes.
TIP TOP WEEKLY. Bedford stood waiting, with his hands lowered at his sides. The referee stepped between them, but Mt:rriwell reached him and whispered: "Don't forfeit to me on that foul! I'm all right. Let it go." He stepped past the referee and met Bedford, who faced the attack with no little surprise. And now Dick Merriwell's jaw was set and squared. His dark eyes gleamed, and the expression on his face told those who knew him of the excitement which he held suppressed in his heart. Bedford couldn't fathom the cyclonic attack of the dark-eyed youth. Mer ri well penetrated his antagonist's guard and smote him right and left. The audience rose to its feet with roars of approval. "Smash him, Merriwell they cried. "He hit you foul! Put him out! put him out r Dick's one fear was that the referee would stop it, for finish fights were seldom allowed in the club. I About the T T w Ip Op eekly We receive hundreds of letters every week from readers asking if we can supply the early numbers of 'rip Top contain ing Frank's adventures. In every case we are obliged to reply that numbers 1 to 300 are entirely out of print. We would like to call the attention of our readers to the fact that the Frank Merriwell Stories now being published in book form in the Medal Library are bcluslve of these early numbers. The tirst book to appear was No. 150 entitled "Frank.Merriwell's Schooldays." We give herewith a c:>mplete list of all the stories that have been published in book form up to the time of writing. W e will be glad to send a fine colored cover catalogue of the Medal Library which is just filled with good things for boys, upon receipt of a one.cent stamp to cover postage. The Price of The Merrlwell Book ls Ten Ceola por Copy, At all Newsdealers Frank Merrlwell at Yale. Medal No. 205. lOc. Frank' Merriwell Down South. Medal No. 189. lOc. Frank Merriwell in Camp. Medal No. 258. lOc. Frank Merr!well In England. Medal No. 340, lOc. Frank Merriwell in Europe. Medal No. 201. lOc. Frank Merrlwll in Maine. Medal No. 276. lOc. Frank Merriwell on the Road. Medal No. 300. lOc. Frank Merriwell's Athletes. Medal No. 2S3. lOc. !::rank Merriwen:s Bicycle Tour. Meda l No. 217. lOc .t< rank Merrlwell s Book ot Physical Development. Diamond Hand-Book No. 6. lOc. Frank Merrlwell's Bravery. Medal No. 193. lOc. Frank Merriwell's Champions. Medal No. 240. lOc. Frank Merriwell's Chase. Medal No. 271. lOc. Frank Merrlwell's Chums. Medal No. 167. lOc. Frank Merrlwell's College Chums. Medal No. 312 lOc l<'rank Merriwell's Courage. M edal No. 225: lOc. Frank Merriwell's Cruise. Medal No. 267. lOc. Frank Merrlwell's Danger. Medal No. 251. lOc. Frank Merriwell's Daring. Medal No. 229. lOc. Frank Merr!well's Fame. Medal No. 308. lO c. Frank Merrlwell's First Job. Medal No. 284. lOc. Frank Merrlwell's Foes. Medal No. 178. lOc. Frank Merriwell's Fortune. Medal No. 320. lOc. Frank Merriwell's Great Scheme. Medal No. 336. lOc. Frank Merrlwell's Hard Luck. Medal No. 292. lOc. Frank Merrlwelt's Hunting Tour. Medal No 197. lOc. Frank Merriwell's Loyalty. Medal No. 254. lOc. Frank Merrlwell's New Comedian. Medal No. 324. lOc. Frank Merrlwell's Opportunity. Medal No. 288. lOc. Frank Merriwell's Own Company. Medal No. 304. lOc. Frank Merrlwell's Problem. Medal No. 316. lOc. Frank Merriwell's Prosperity. Medal No. 328. lOc. Frank Merrlwell's Protege. Medal No. 296. lOc. Frank Merrlwell's Races. Medal No. 213. lOc. Frank Merriwell's Return to Yale. Medal No. 244. lOc. Frank Merrbvell's School-Da71, Medal No. 150. lOc. Frank Merr!';ell's Secret. Medal No. 247. lOc. Frank Merr1well's Skill. Medal No. 237. lOc. Frank Merrlwell's Sports Afield. Medal No. 209. lOc. Frank Merrlwell's Stage Hit. Medal No 332. lOc. Frank Merriwell's Struggle. Medal No. 280. lOc. Frank Merrlwell's Trip West. Medal No. 184. lOc. Frank Merrlwell's Vacation. Medal No. 262. lOc. Bedford was actually swept off his feet. He de fended himself as best he could, but a jolt on the chin seemed to muddle him. "That is one for the foul blow you gave me!" hissed Dick, as he landed ;i. solar-plexus jolt that caused Bed ford's knees to weaken. "And this is one for your sis ter!" added Merriwell, as he swung with terrific force on the fellow's jaw. And Bedford was down and out. They threw water on him. In the midst of it, while the crowd was cheering for Merriwell, Clinton Hall, the manager of the club, sprang into the ring and held up his hand. "Gentlemen," he cried, as soon as they were silent, "on information received through Cyrus Pickering, a detective, I wish to announce that one of the partici pants in this bout is a recognized professional! Wait a moment," he urged, as there was a sudden muttering. Mr. Pickering has the proof, and my words can be substantiated. The person known as Joe Hurley is really Tom Bedford, of Pittsburg, who met Spider Kerns in Chicago for a purse. This being the case, a formal charge against Bedford will be made, and the club will take the matter up." "Hooray for Dick Merriwell !" s houted a voice. "Hurley or Bedford, amateur or professional, he got his medicine to-night, and he deserved it! Hooray for Merriwell !" "Hooray for Merriwell !" roared the crowd. THE END. The Next Number ( 612) Will Contain FRANK MERRIWELL'S NEW IDEA; OR, The American School of Athletic Development "Welcome Homel"-Frank's Great Project-The School Opens-Bob Dubbs-The Boy Who Told-Doctor Schnitzle Arrives-The Climax of the Deception-A Cle-ver Little Rascal-The Mystery of the Bundle. The Real Doctor Schnitzle-Frank's Command-The Work of a Rascal-Courtney Makes a Blunder-Two Masked Men-How Bubbs Got Even. Beware of cheap imitations of the Tip Top Weekly. Frank and Dick M rriwell and their friends appear only in the pages of Tip Top. BURT L. STANDISH writes exclusively for Tip Top and has been the author of the ONLY and ORICINAL Merriwell stories for over nine years.
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f!'IP. TOR WEEKLY. NEW' YORK, January 27, 1906. TBRM5 TO TIP TOP WBBKLY MAIL SUBSCRIBERS. (Pos t age Free.) Single Coples or Back Numbers, Sc. Each. <\ 111onths ....................... 85c 2 copies one year .............. 4 .00 3 months ........ 650. I One year ............. $2.50 6 wonths ....................... $1.25 l copy two years .............. 4.00 How to Send Money-By post-office or express money order, registered letter, bank c heck or draft, at our ris k. At your own ris k if sent by currency, coin, or postage stamps ln orilinary lett e r. Recelpts-Receipt of your remjttanc e is acknowledged by proper ot numbe r on your la.\)el. !f not correct you have not been properly credited, and should let us know a t once. STREET Et SMITH'S TIP TOP WEEKLY, 79-89 Seventh Avenne, New York City. TIP TOP ROLL OF HONOR. Following the suggestion of Mr. Burt L. Standish, that appeared in his letter to Tip Top readers in No. 480, the following loyal Tip Toppers have won for themselves a place on our Honor Roll for their efforts to increase the circulation of the King of Weeklies. Get in line boys and girls and strive to have your name at the head of the lis t William Alkit-e, 295 Laurel St., Bridgeton, N. J. z . T. Layfield, Jr., Montgomery, Ala. J. G. Byrum, Chattanoga, Tenn. Wm. Schwartz, New York City. Edw. W. Pritner, Curelsville, Pa. H. D. Morgan, Indianapolis, Ind. \Vm. A. Cottrell, Honolulu, H. I. J. (Pop) H., Birmingham, Ala. Roy R. Ball, 902 Olive Street, Texarkana. Fred F. Blake, 1512 E. IO St., Kansas City, Mo. The names of other enthusiastic Tip Toppers will be added from time to time. Send in the result of your efforts to push the circula tion of yo:ir favorite weekly and win a place on the Roll of Hon or. APPLAUSE. Owing to the number of letters received, the editors of Tip Top cannot undertake to secure .their publication under six weeks. Those who contribute to this department must not expect to see them befo:e that time. I am a constant girl reader and admire r of TIP ToP. Hav e been readin g TIP ToP since Dick first appeared, and, with th o u sands of others, think it has no equal. Also lik e to read the let ters in the Applause column. T hink some of them a r e real interesting It shows what stanch admirers TIP TOP has. My hero and favorite i s kind noble Dick; then Frank. I think he is fine Brad is all right, and just the best friend for Dick. I also lik e Hal Darrell, and h ope he will be a close friend of Dick. Ted Smart is j ust as cute as can be, and is one of my especial favorites. Then Obed, Earl, Flint, Barron and the rest of the flock. I h ave nothing but contempt for Chet, as I don't t h i nk he has any good in him whatever o r h e would certainly have reform e d after Di ck gave him so many chan ces and was glad to r ead, in last week's TIP ToP, where he was expelled. I think June is a sweet noble g irl and I feel sorry for her; but Doris-dear, noble gentle Doris-is my favorite, and will be to the end Think the Dorisite s should wake up and de fend Queen D o ris, the b es t g irl of all. I think the correspond ence club a fine idea, and if any of the rea ders care to cor respond with me and will put their address ih the Applause c o lumn, will write them. Would also like to exch a nge postals with any of the re4,ders, as 1 am getting a collection. With three cheers for Burt L. Standi sh, a nd h oping this will escape th e waste-basket, I remain, a n ardent admirer of TIP ToP a nd a Doris defender, BLUE-EYED "NIG." D a nville, Va. This charming letter from one of Virginia's fairest daughters will probably be read with a great deal of interest by our read ers. Though she uses a nom de plmne that does not do justice to a girl wh o can write so gracefully, we feel sure that she mu s t b e quite fasci nati ng. We welco me you to the pages of TIP ToP wit h the other girl admirers of the Merriwells. H avi n g read all of the numb e rs of your interesting weekly from No. I to date, I though t I would write you a few short lines of praise and appreciatio n for giving to the American public s u c h a val u able sheet. I am a trave ling m a n, and in the way of see in g the country have run across and read numerous we e klies, but, truthfully a nd not flatteringly, must state that you r TIP ToP has 'em all beat, in my estimation, for good, down-to-date r eading. To put my opin i o n of TIP ToP in a nuts h ell, I think "it is in a field by itself." There are several publications in a way simila r to TIP ToP, but none o f them so good, if my opinion is worth a nything, and I've read 'em all. I happened to be in a t own where TIP TOP was not obta inable, and mi sse d the num b e r where Dick and Brad r eturn t o Fardale. Enclosed here with you will find stamps to cove r cost and postage of same. Mail to address g iv en bel ow. R ALPH W. SCOTT. J ackson, Ohio. A merry knight of the sample-case writes in a spirit of sincere admiration of the TIP ToP WEEKLY. After a hard tlay's travel he s it s down by the cheerful fire in his hotel and helps Dick Me rriwell to fight his battles. Our fri e nd evidently thinks that there is no public a tion like his favorite TIP ToP I h ave read your famous king o f weeklies from No. r to the lat est, and I n eve r get tired of reading them. My father and m othe r and brothers r ead t h em, and think they are the best books that have ever been on the m arket. My mother likes Frank a nd Bart the best, but I lik e Dick an d Brad the best. I am glad Frank and lnza a r e married, for Inza will m a ke him a loving wife. Am so sorry El sie and Bart didn't get married. Well, of Dick's se t of fri ends, I like Ted Smart and Brad and Barron Black I am g l a d Chester A. got hi s walking-papers. The sc h oo l will be better off. I don't think TIP ToP will hurt any one. I used to go with a rel igious boy, and I lo ane d him a TIP TOP and he r ead it. His m othe r got awf.ul mad at me. I begged her to re a d o ne, and she read No. 300 and has been a Tip Toppe r eve r since, and can't h a r dly wait till they come out. Every boy fri end I h ave I get him to read TIP TOP. They won't read anyt hin g else I like the Brave and Bold weeklies. Well, I will ring off, hoping this will miss the waste ba s ket, ANNIE MAY TRAVERS. Chattanooga, Tenn. Y our friend's moth er became a believer in TIP TOP as the only boys' paper, because the moment s he rea d it she saw that the stories were clean and e l evating There h ave b een so many questionable papers placed in the hand s of young m e n by un scrupu l ous publishers that parents rejoic e when they find that there is at l eas t one library that they can allow their children to read, the TIP ToP WEEKLY. Not having see n m a ny letter s lately from the Smoky City, I thought I would let you know that we are still alive. Al though being a read e r of your wonderful TIP ToP for about three years, this is my fir st Applause l et t er. The first book I r ead was g i ve n to me by one of my com r a d es, w ho said: "Here, Mack, read this; it beats all your o t her books." I t old him t o l ay down and die but he forced m e at last to read it, and afterward, when I was through, I
TIP TOP WEEKLY. agreed with him, saying it was the greatest book ever pub lished. Afterward we formed a club, consisting of ten members, and every time a TIP ToP comes out, I read it and pass it on to next. I would like to correspond with a few friends of the TIP ToP and try to form a big TIP ToP correspondence club. Hoping that TIP ToP may be read by every boy, and a long life to Burt L. Standish and Street & Smith, I am, yours, 49o6 Dauphin Strret, Pittsburg, Pa. HARRY McCLUNE. We thank you for your efforts in forming a TIP Top club and inducing new readers to join. Their experience was like yours. After reading one number they became enthusiastic Tip Toppers at once. This is my first attempt at writing to the Applause, so I will now take a hand. I like Frank and all his friends, and I am g lad that he has becom e spliced to Inza. Bart Hodge is one of the best characters in the TIP ToP. I lik e Dick and B r ad Buckhart, and another person in the TIP ToP I like is Horace Logan. vVould it cost any more t o send a p aper to Alaska than to any part of the United States? Burt L. must h ave his hand s full, writing TIP ToPs all the time. I wish they were l onger. If any of the Tip Toppers will write t o me I will answer right away. My address is below. Three cheers for Burt L. Standish and Street & Smith. Box 8o3, Livermore, Cal. EDWIN OSTERHOUT. It does not cost any more to send mail to Alaska than any other part of the United States. I h ave been a r eader of the TIP ToP WEEKLY for six years, and think it is the best weekly in circulation. I did not see any lett ers from our city, so I take the liberty to write you. I will not say anything about the m a rriage question, as I think that ought to be left to Frank a nd Dick. I must now express my opinion of the characters. I think Frank the be st of the lot. Then comes Dick, Brad, Hodge, Browning, Dunnerwurst, Stretcher, Diamond and all the rest. Of the gi rls I lik e Inza best then Elsie and June. I must now close, first giving three rousing cheers for Burt L. S. and S. & S., and hoping that this will escape that horrid \\"aSte-basket. Can I get a TIP ToP League bad ge if I send in the money and coupons? MATTHAN GERY. Reading Pa. A TIP ToP League badge will be mailed you upon receipt of ten cents. I have a suggestion to make which, although it might not meet with the approval of some of the readers, would perhaps in time prove a j ally proposition. Why could not a secret code prove of use to readers who wish to correspond on postal cards, and who do not want a third person-not a reader-know the drift of their message? Some r eader could suggest a suitab l e cod e which, with a little study, would make a hit. Maybe some other reader would want to compete. Then why notif Street & Smith and Burt L are willing-Jet the publishers be the judges as to which code or name for the aforesaid cor resp ondence club should be used? T here are many readers who would sanction this "impertinent" (?)-if it can be call e d suchsuggestion, I am s ure. Many read e rs in this town whom I have indu ce d to buy TIP ToP, say that they will do all in thei r power to make the thin g a success. I suppose, however, that I should not try to sugges t anything, as it might make some readers hot under the collar to think of my presumption, and coming from an incon sequentia l reader in an incon sequentia l little i sland in the mid-Pacific. Well, enough of that. Let the reader s take this into their hands and not deal t oo harsh ly with an "old reader." I remain, sincerely yours, WILLIAM A. COTTRELL. I26o Peterson Lane, Honolulu, Hawaii. The suggestion you make is a good one, and may meet with the approval of some of our reader s We present the idea be fore them and invite their cooperation. If you can make up a simple, practical code, send it in, and later on we will publish the best one for the use of our readers I have written once before to the Applause column but my letter has not been answered, so I thought I would write again. I have read your king of weeklies some time, an d I think it rightly named It is certainly tip-top. My favorites are Dick, Frank, Hal Darrell, Bart Hodge, Brad Buckhart, and Ted Smart. Wishing good luck to Street & Smith, Burt L. Standish and readers of TIP TOP, I r ema in, a TIP ToP admirer forever. Please send me your catalogue of TIP ToP. Centerville, Mass. FRED L WEST. We will be pleased to mail you a catalogue of our publications. 0 sweet assauger of my woes What joy I find i n thee; What glad delights do you disclose, 0 sweet assauger of my woes. Thy eve ry issue overflows With pleasures dear to me. 0 swee t as sa uger of my woes What joy I find in thee. To sou l-ench an tin g bliss thou art An open sesame; Beneath thy spell our cares depart. 0 swee t enchanter that thou art The world can show no counte rpart In all its history. To soul-enchanting bliss thou art An open sesame. Thy cause-the cause we love so well Our shibboleth shall be In manner that no pen can tell Thy cause-the cause we love so wellAround us weaves a magic spell That binds onr hearts to thee. Thy cause-the c ause we l ove so well Our s h ibbolet h s hall be. .( New York City. ARCHER. Who would ask for a more graceful tribute than this? Our friend's poetry h as some of the divine fire." I h ave written o nce before to TIP TOP, and you were kind enough to ask me to write again. I am n o t go ing to write o f the characters, because, as I am a loyal reader, I love them a ll, especially Dick, June, Bart, Elsie, and Dave. Reader, did it ever occur to you that when we praise the characters of TIP ToP we in reality praise Mr. Standish? This is what I a m trying to do in this letter. But how? How can I put in words the esteem that I feel fat Burt L.? As my lips try' to frame words that will express the admi ration I feel in my heart, 'it seems as if I were cha s ing a phantom that each moment slips farther from the hand I extend to gras p it with. That f eeling will dwell forever in my heart but as story after story is re a d and put aside, it will grow until I doubt if the pen of even our mighty Burt L. could express it. Oh I for the eloquence of Cicero, that I might fitly praise our dear writer. As each week the plot is l aid in a dif ferent clime and the characters do so many different things, I begin to wonder if there is any count ry, spo rt, or amusement in this old world of ours with wh ich Mr. Standish is not ac quainted. The variety of the stories of TIP ToP is perfectly mar velous. Did the thought ever enter the mind of any of the r eaders that the noble heart and pure, upright sou l with whic h Mr. Standish endows his heroe s are but th e qualities which he him self has doub tless suceeded in cul tiv ating? m ore that I want to say, but my letter is so Jong now I fear it will not be published. I know the readers will think, from my l etter, that I am a prim old maid, but I'm n t I'm only six teen, and that's far from an old maid. Wishing all concerned with TIP a long and happy life, I rem ai n, a Tip Topper "forever and a day," and "A MissouRI GIRL." This is a well-written l ette r and s hows that the writer is, ind eed, a l oyal r eade r of TIP ToP She pays a pretty compli ment to the author, whose stories have afforded her so much ple asu re. And then she speaks so enthusiastically of all the char acters. With a girl's keen perception and ability to judge people, she has instinctively recognized the man ly, noble qualities in our heroes, and admires them for what they represent.
PROF. FoURMEN: Having been a re ader of TIP ToP for s o me time, I thought I w o uld ta k e a dv a nt age o f y our kindness by asking a few questions I am I8 year s old and weigh I38 pounds. My measurements are : Height, 5 feet 7Jli inches; biceps, e x panded left arm, 10:y,( inch e s ; ri g ht, I I inches; fore arm, left, 9 inthes; right, 9:y,( inche s ; che st, normal, 34 inches; expanded, 350 inches; w a ist, 30 inche s ; n e ck I59i inches What are my weak point s and wh a t e xe rcise s should I use to improve them? Does my w e ight corre s p o nd w ith my height? How can I obtain a list o f th e United S t ates army exercises? Thanking y o u in advance, I remain, ]OHN R. Bowirn. Union Hill, N. ] You lack weight and need chest cjevelopment. Punching the bag and deep breathing will improve y our wind. We issue a revised edition of the United States army exercises, and will send a copy for fourteen cents, post-paid. PROF. FouRMEN: Having r e ad the TIP Tor for three years, I have taken the liberty to a s k you som e que stio ns. My ag e is I7 year s I month ; hei g ht, 5 f e et 60 inches; wa i s t 29 inche s ; ch e st, contracted, 3I inch es; normal, 32 inch es ; e x panded, 35 inches; weight, I I9 p o und s ; neck, I3 inche s ; across the s houl ders, I5 % inch es ; bicep s n o rm al, 9 inche s ; flexed, 10:y,( i nche s ; wrist s left 6:y,( inche s ; right, 6 0 inches; calves, right, I2:y,\ inches; left I2j/i inches; thigh s I9 inch es; ankl e s 10,Y.4 inches. I d o not drink tea o r c offee a nd do n o t use tobacco in any form Thanking you in advance for an s w e rin g the s e que stio n s as I feel s ure th a t you w ill. I. Wha t are my strong and weak point s ? 2. Is exercising in the morning with dumb-bells and Indi a n clubs, and punching the b a g go od? 3 Ple ase tell me the prices of a Whitely e x erci s er, as I wis h to g et o ne? Philadelphia, Pa. A QuAKER LAD. 1. You are slightly und e rweight, but your measurements are good, on the whole. 2. Yes 3. A. G. Spalding & Co. has them from one dollar and fifty cents to five dollars. PROF. FouRMEN: I have been a con s tant reader of TIP Tor for a long while, and take the liberty of a s king y ou a few ques tions. The following a re my me asure m e n t s : M y a g e is I4 yea r s ; height, 4 feet 10 inches; weight 107 p ounds; chest, normal, 32 inches; expande<\: 35 inches; w a i st, 3 2 inc he s ; hips, 34 inches; neck, 13 inches; I4 inches; calve s I3 inche s ; wrist, 6 0 inches; forearm, 10 inche s Wha t a r e my w e a k point s ? Am I too heavy? I take cold baths in the morning Are th e y g ood? I belong to the Y. M C. A and have the u s e of eve ry d e vice for developing myself Please t ell me the ones that will do me the most good I will clo s e n ow, thanking you in advance I remain, a firm supporter of TIP Tor and Street & Smith, yours truly, A WESTERN BoY. Winnipeg. You are well built for your age. You are too heavy, if any thing. You are fortunate m being so situated that you have the use of a well-equipped gymna s ium All t he apparatus will do you good, though, 0 cours0e, certain ones are better than others for particular exercises for developing certain parts of the body. As you failed to state what muscles you had in mind, it is impossible to give you definite information on just the one thing you wish to know. PROF. Fou1.tMEN: As a reader of TIP Tor, I think I have a right to ask a few questions. My measurements are: Age, I3 years 9 months; height 5 feet 2 inches ; weight, 92 pounds; biceps, 10 inches; calves, I2 inches; ankles, 7Jli inches; wrist, 6 0 inches; right thigh, I8 j/i inches; length of right arm, z6Y, inches; wai > t 30Jli inch J s ; acro s s shoulders, I5J/i inches; chest, 30Jli inches; neck, 12 inches; size of right arm below elbow, 9 inches. I. How are my measurements? 2. What are my weak points? 3. What are my strong points? 4 Do I weigh enough? 5. Can I become an athlete? 6. What is good for knock knees? Hoping to see this in print, I remain, Piedmont, W. Va. "DICK MERRIWELL, ]R." You lack ten pounds in weight, and, of course, have not nor mal measurements. But you have a number of years in which to get your growth, and will fill out before long. When you have obtained your growth, there is no reason that, with proper trammg, ou could not become an athlete Artificial supports worn on the legs are the only things that will aid a knock-kneed person. There is no system of physical culture which will render a cure. PROF. FouRMEN: Would you kindly answer a few questions in regard to my measurements, etc ? Height, 5 feet 3 inches; weight, I40 pounds; age, I7 years; neck, I4 inches; chest, normal, 36 inches; waist, 33 inches; hips, 36 inches; thighs, I8 inches; calves, I4 inches; forearm, 10 inches; ankles ; 9 inches. 1. Do you think I am too heavy for my height? 2. What exercise is best for arms and chest? Yours truly, B. ARNOLD. Pittsburg, Pa. r. Yes, by several pounds. 2. Bag-punching and pulley weights. PROF. FouRMEN: I would like your opm1on of my measure ments. Weight, 107 pounds; height, 5 feet 4 inches; age, I4 years 2 months; chest, normal, 3I inches; contracted, 290 inches; expanded, 34Jli inches; waist, inches; biceps, I I Yi inches; neck, I2 j/i inches; thigh, I8 j/i inches; calf, I2j/i inches; fore a rm, 9,Y.4 inches I would like to be a catcher. Bart is a "beaut." Takes a pretty good man to steal on him. r. How are my measurements? 2. What are my weak points, and what should I do to cure them? 3. What are my strong points? My wind is good, but I have a pain in left side. 4. What do you think is the trouble? Is jumping good exercise? I am laughed at because I do not smoke, but I try to act the way Frank did. Thanking you in advance, I remain, AN ADMIRER OF FRANK AND BART. You are lacking in weight, and should exercise to develop the calves, waist, and thighs. Your wind is good for a person who is so lacking in other measurements The pain in your side does not deserve serious consideration, unless it gets so that it interferes
TIP TOP WEEKLY. with your breathing. Jumping i s a very good exercise. Indulge in it all you can. Never mind if a few thoughtless ooys laugh because you do not smoke. You have the satisfaction of knowing that you are free from a vice that weak lungs and general debility, for those who persist in using the. -,0b noxious weed. You can well afford to let others laugh in such a case, when you are t aking care of your health. If they care about their own, and look upon it as a huge you can't help that. I am glad to he a r that you have so much self respect and will-power as to not let their sneers affect yottt present determination to avoid a dirty, filthy habit. PROF. FouRMEN: I arn a constant teader of the TIP Tor WEEKLY, and I like to see your artswers tQ que s tions, and s o I thought I would kindly ask yo to answer a fe\V for me. I am 14 years 4 months old; weight, 8I pounds; height, feet IO, inches; neck, I2 inches; calves, I3 0 inches; forearms, 9Y, and 9y,( inches; chest, normal, 26. inches; expanded, 28 inches; wrist, 6 inches; waist, 25 inches; hips, 26 inches; thighs, I40 inches; ankles, 8Y, inches. I do not kflbw my weak poirits, so would you kindly tell me what they are and how to strengJhen them? And oblige yours re spectfully, WM. F .. LAHNER . Philadelphia, Pa . You have no weak points just as present that I can dis cover. PROF. FouRMEN: Being a constant reader of TIP Tor, I take the liberty of asking you a few Q.uestions, which I sincerely hope you will answer. I am nearly I6 years old and weigh only about go pounds, and am 5 feet 3 inches tall. I was in good health and was something of an athlete, but now I am 'thin and s a llow-complexioned. Every morning, upon arising, my tongue is heavily coated and covered with liver-spots. What should I do for this? After eating, my heart beats rather rapidly and loudly, e s pecially in the summer time, and I have to sit down and rest for over an hour before it beats regularly again. And also when I stoop down, immediately after eating, my heart thumps loudly and I get ciuite dizzy. What is the cause of this, and what should I do for it? When I take a deep breath and hold it in for a few moments, something seems to pres s down in rrty chest, and I feel dizzy and a blur comes before my eyes, just as. if I am going to faint. Why is this, and wha,t should I do for it? Hoping to soon see this letter in TIP Tor, and thanking you in advance, I am, yours respectfully, AN ARDENT TIP TOPPER. Your letter indicates that you live too much indoors. bly your general habi.ts have a g r eat deal to. do with your condition. People of sedentary occmpations do not get as much exercise as they should, and they have a tendency to eat more than is necessary to repair the waste of the tissues. Neglect to observe caution in eating, and a life indoors without the proper amount of has run your system. Sim ple and regular habits should bring back your good health. It is needless for me to say that you must gi. ve up smoking, jf you are a smoker; as that is probably at the bottom of your heart trouble. Learn to eat abstemiously. your stomach with food till there is an uncomfortabl e feeling of fulness you sho_ld avoid. Don't keep eating to gratify the palate, because the food tas tes good. You won't want to do this, anyway, if highly spiced dishes are excluded from your menu.. Eat only the plain, home-made dishes and give up all forms of pastry When you f eel the need of dessert and crave a little sweet; take a dish of stewed fruits, or, better yet, eat whatever fresh fruits that might be in market at the time. Apples have more medicinal properties than most other fruits I know of an old man who i s hale and hearty at eighty-five, and looks twenty years younger. He has never been sick a day and attributes his good health solely to the fact that he has always eaten apples before break fast and before going to bed. Of course, I can't say tha t the ofd man's view of his own condition is the real explanation, but ;( do not doubt. that the regular ea.ting of apples is very beneficial. Of late years, the popularity of b a l!d apples Ji.i the various restaurants throughout the country shows that people, as a rule, have found out. that the common, despised apple pos sessed virtue unknown for a Jong time You should eat a light breakfast, beginning it with some kind of fruit, stewed prunes, )f app les a re out of season. Follow thi s with a dish o f oatmeal Whetena-do not punish your stomach by cramming it with any of the so-ca lled predi gested breakfast foods-and' then eat a couple of soft-boiled 'egg!ii if you are still hungry. But the lighter the breakfast the b 'etler off you will be. Do not drink coffee; take a cup o f coco or' cereal coffee. At lunch, eat 5pa r -... in gly of meat, and let the meal consist prirtcipally of vegetabl es. For dinner, l e t your soup be vegetable, so as to avoid grease, which is very bad for the stomach. Eat' whatever meat dishes are served, providing that they are not' of the fancy .. kind .and deluged with rich sauces; be car,rfu l not to eat more than is ab s olutely necessary to appease hunger. df course, fatten fog vegetables, like pot a toes and beans, you should eat plentifully When it comes to dessert, eat fruit; bt, for a change, eat a custard or rice pudding. Simple dessert 1-ike this will not do you any harm, when taken only onc e in awhile, bu't do iiot let liking for pudding s and i?astry extenq to pie and othe r deadly concoctions One important thing to remember is to eat ?i'read made from graham flour instead .of white flour. AU of the mu sclem ak ing properties of wheat are found in the part of the whe a t which the miller considers unfit for bread-making. Because bre a d i s white and looks good, i_t doesn't follow that it is wholesome. Eat all the rye or graham bread at meal-time thaf you want to, but do not touch white bread. Make a prac tise of. getting out in the open air breakfast every morn ing, even if it is only for ten or fifteen minutes At present, let your exercise c o nsist of nothing but long, brisk walks along country roads. Do not try to w a lk any given distance; keep on till you feel tired. Play lawn-tennis all you can. Keep at it until you feel tired and then stop. It will probably take a few months for you to regain your normal health, but it can be done.' if you persevere. Write me l ate r on, so that I may know how you are getting on. PROF. FouRMEN: Being a constant reader of the TIP Tor WEEKLY, I take the liberty of asking you a .few questfons. My measurement s a r e : Age, 15 years IO months; height, 5 feet 2 inches; weight, 95Y, pounds; chest, normal, 28 inches; expanded, 31 inches; ne c k, 12 inches; biceps, io inches; forearm, 90 i nches; thigh I7 inches; waist, 24 inches; calves, Ij inches; wrist, 67:4 inches; ankle, 8y,( inches t Hqw are my measurements? z. What ar_ e my weak points ? How can they be remedied? 3. Vlhat are my strong points, if any? 4. Are Nos. I, 277, and 456 of TI!> Tor in print? 5. Are buckwheat cakes a healthy breakfast food? Yours respectfuly, R. E. CHAPMAN:. McLeansboro, Ill. You ne ed a general c.ourse 0 training in a gymna s ium. Y o u are sadly deficient in weight, but then you are growing and will probably take on several pounds in the next two or three years. The s tories of Frank Merriwell appearing in is s ues of T1P ToP ea rlier than No. 314 can be obtained only in the Medal Library These will be sent you upon receipt of price, ten cents, for each number. There is an additional" charge of four cent s to cover Buckwheat are if you do not eat thern with syrup and allow your breakfast to consist of nothing else "GOLDEN HOURS." Boys have you any old numbers of Hours? If so, see what numbers are among them and write me, stating price. I wlll pay liberally to complete my files. Address \\'.ILLIAMS, Station "0," Box 24; New York City.
TIP T0P WEEKL CAUTION! All readers of the Renowned Tip Top stories should beware of base Imitations, placed upon the market under catch names very slmllar to Frank Merrlwell, and Intended to deceive. 472-Frank Merriwell's Handicap; or 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. 475r-Frank Merriwell s Level :eest; or, Cutting the Corners with a New Curve. 48o-Frank Merriwell's Lacrosse Team; or, The Great Hustle with Johns Hopkins. 481-Frank Merriw e ll's Great Day; or, The Crowning Triumph of His Career. 482-Dick Merriwell in Japan; or, Judo Art Against Jiu-Jitsu. 483-Dick Merri well .on the Rubber; or, Playing Baseball in the Flowery Kingdom. 484-Dick Merriwell's Cleverness; or, Showing the J aps the American Game. 485-Dick Merriwell in Manila; or, Papinta, the Pride of the Philippines. 486-Dick Merriwell 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. 485r-Dick Merriwell's Sacrifice Hit; or, Win ning by a Hair's Breadth. Merriwell's Support; or, Backed Up When Getting His Bumps. 491-Dick Merriwell's Stroke; or, Swimming for His Life. 492-Dick Merriwell Shadowed; or, The Search for the Lost Professor. 493-Dick Merriwell's Drive; or, Evening U p 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";. His Fight with Himself. 498-Dick Merriwell's Drop-Kick; or, Chester Arlington's Team of Tigers. 495r-Dick Merriwell's Defeat; or, How Arling ton Won the Second Game 500-Dick Merriwell's Chance; or, Taming the Tigers of Fairport. sor-Dick Mer r iwell's Stride; or, The Finish of the Cross Country Run. 502-Dick Merriwell's Wing-Shift; o r 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. 505r-Dick Merriwell in Maine; or, Sport and Peril in the Winter Woods 510-Dick Merriwell's Polo Team; or, The Rat tiers of the Roller Rink. 5u-Dick Merriwell in th e Ring; or, The Cham pion of His Class. Merriwell's New Idea; or, The American School of Athletic Develop ment. 513-Frank Merriwell's Troubles; or, Enemies in the Fold. Baell numbers ma7 be had Crom all newsdealers or will be aent, postpaid, b7 the publishers upon receipt of price STREET (12. SMITH PUBLISHERS NEW YORK
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