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LARGEST WEEKLY CIRCULA TION IN AMERICA T O THE ASTONISHM,IDNT O F THE BOYS, FLINT ROSE AFTER RECEIVING OBES'fER1!1.BLOW, AND WALKED AWAY WITHOufr A WORD.

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i Tip Top 'Weekly. i * . (LARGE SIZE.) i I* read t hem, l ook ov e r this ca t alog u e a n d you will u nexcelled in any part of this world tod ay. I I Don't fail to read these stories if yo u h ave not already. 322-Dick Merriwell s Team; or, The Young Wonders of the Diamond. 323-Dick Merriwell's Confidence; or, The Spirit That \i\Tins. 324-Dick Merriwell's Shot; or, For Life or Death. 325-Dick Merriwell's Triumph; or, The Finish of the Season. 326--Frank Merriwell on Deck; or, Getting Into Mad River League. 327-Dick Merriwell in Trim; or, The Boy Wonder of the League. 328-Frank Merriwell's Honor; or, Defying the Boss of the League. 329-Dick Merriwell's Danger; or, The Secret Order of the League. 330-Frank Merriwell's Fracas; or, Hot Times in Mad River League. 331-Dick Merriwell's Diamond; or, Fighting for the Lead in the League. 332-Frank Merriwell's Turn; or, The Greatest Gam e of the Season. 333-Dick Merriwell's New BaJI; or, .The Boy Wonder at His Best. 334-Frank Merriwell's "Ginger;" or, Winning an Uphill Game. 335-Dick Merriwell's Stroke; or, Unmasking the Man of lVIystery. 336--frank Merriwell's Winners; or, Landing on Top in Ma iYer League. 337-Dick Merriwell's Returri; 'or) Back Again to the Old Sc 338-Dick Merriwell's Difficulties; or, Making Up the Eleven. -Dick Merriwell's Mercy; or. Th-e First Game on the Gridiron. 340-Dick MerriV. reU's Dash ; or, Playi,ng Fast and Fair. . 341-Dick Merriwell's Set; or, Friends and Foes at Fardale. 342-Dick Ability; or, The Y oung Gladiat o rs of the Gridiron. 343-Dick Merriwell's Ma s cot ; or, By Luck or Pluck. 344-J?ick MerriwelJls Trust; or, Friendship True and. Tried,. 345-Dick Merriwell's Success ; or, Bound to be a Wi; 1ner. 346-Dick Merriwell ' s Determination; or, The Courage that. Conquers: 347_.:Dick Merriwe!Fs Readiness; or, Who Stq le the Papers? 348-Dick Merriwell ' s Trap; or. Snaring a Spook. ' 349-Dick Merriwell's Vim; or, The Greatest Game o f All. 35q-Dick Merriwe)l's Lark; or, Beaten at Every Turn. 351-Dick Merriwell's Defense; or, Up Against the Gre a t Eaton Five . • 352-Dick Merriwell's Dexterity; or. Hot Work to the Finish. 353-Di_ ck Merri well Puzzled; or, Mystery of Flint. 354-Dick Help; or, Flint's Struggle with Himself. 355-Dick Merriwell's Model; or, Frank Merriwell's Fight for Fortune. I I, Wit h TrP T oP No. 2 85 begins the now famo u s Fardal e Seri es, in which Dick Mer:rlw el 1 h as en t e r e d the goo d old s cho o l at w h i c h the career of Frank M erriwell . also began some years ago. Thousands of young A merica n s will want to read o f the :fin' e things that D i c k Merriwell h as done, is . doing and will i n t h e fut u re do . STREEl & SMITH, 238 William St., New York.

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I I • lsswd Wee.kly. By Su/Jscrlfl/wn pw y1ar. Bnterefi a1 Second Matter at 1114 N. y , Prut Oj/ice, 6y STREET, cl SMITH, ua Wi/lia111 St., N. Y, Enter•d accordmK to Act of Congr1ss in t114 year rQQJ, '"ti•• Oj/ice of tlu Li/lraria1' of Congress, Washinrton, ,{), C. No. 353. NEW YORK, January 17, 1903. Price Five Cents. 0 1cK MERRIWELL PUZZLED: OR, The Mystery of Flint. By BURT L. STANDISH. CHAPTER I. PLEBES VS. YEARLINGS. Chester Arlington was mortified and disgusted. He had counted on defeating Dick Merriwell i the c a n dlepin match, and the wonderful work of Dick in the final string had upset his plans. All through the match, up to the very last string, in deed up to the very last . box, Chester had . been confi dent of success. More than that, he had been confident until Dick rolled the second ball in the last box, for a spare had been needed to win, and it did not seem p o s s ible for Dick t o get one. But Dick Merriwell had fixed his mind upon it. His face showed such deep attention and determination that those who looked at him wondered. He did not seem to hear the shouti'ng or mind the uproar. All at tempts to rattle him fell on deaf ears. And the ball was sent curving round a fallen de a dwood to sweep down the pin s behind it and m a ke victory possible . But even then eight pins were needed on his spare. "' • Not once in thirty times does a bowler get eight pins on a spare ball at candlepins. C o uld Dick do it? Still he remained wrapped up in the task before him. If the y sneered and said he could not get over four pins , he did not mind it. He watched the boy set the pins up. He saw that every one was placed exactly on the proper spot. When this was done he stood, ball in hand, looking straight at the pins, seeming turned to stone. So long he stood thus that somebody la ughed and said : "He's trying to knock the m down with his eyes." Then the re was a slight movement, he leaned for ward slo wly, slowly, s lowly, to o k three deliberate steps, and sent the ball d o wn the alley. His eyes . were still fixed on the opening between pin No. I and pin No. 3. If he could s t rik e in there perfectly, with just the right spe ed, there was a chance that he might get eight pins and tie the game . Neyer bullet went straighter from the muzzle of a

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• 2 TIP TOP WEEKL,Y. rifle than that ball went to the spot where he had fixed his eyes. It seemed as if his mind still controlled the ball after it left his hand. It struck qarteringly on the two pins and went on into the mass. Great was the fall that followed. A cry of surprise and dismay rose from the watch-,. ing plebes; a cowboy yell of triumph frnm Brad Buck hart, and shouts of joy from the others of Dick's team. For nine pins had fallen, and the remaining pin rocked and swayed and tottered, threate'ning to go clown. ' The ye:ulings had won by a single pin, and to Dick I vierriwell belonged the glory. A shooting pain cut through Chester Arlington's heart. His face turned pale and his lips blue. Defeated again by Dick Merriwell, the fellow he hated! Nothing could have given him greater dis-1.ress. For a moment it seemed that his blood stood still in his body. He longed to rush at Dick and strike him in the face. . What was the use? He could not defeat Merriwell. It was the fellow's luck to win! Luck? It could be nothing • else. And still Arlington could not help thinking somehow that there was something more than luck in it. Vaguely he felt the power possessed by pick Merriwel!. Vaguely he felt that behind Dick's de s ire to win lay a determination that refused to recognize defeat and a confidence in himself that gave him the wonderful ability. to march • straight to victory for all of any obstacle. Fo. r the moment, at least, Arlington was awed as he caught a faint realization of this wonderful power. In that moment he half defined the . real reason why Dick was a winner. He was unable to grasp the com plete truth, as he was one who believed to a large ex tent in luck, and he who believes in luck can never quite understand the success that comes from un daunted effort, undying determinati on and absolute confidence. Self-confidence and egotism are closely related, and yet Dick Merriwell possessed untold self-confidence without one particle of offensive egotism. He was in no manner . a'"boaster, a swaggerer or given to display. At the same time, he never doubted himself. He had learned the lesson that to doubt is to court failure. Some fellows are taught modesty at the sacrifice of their self-reliance. They are led to believe that con fidence in themselves and their abilities is conceit, and is, therefore, a very bad quality. The truth is that selfconceit is simply an unpleasant name for a necessary qualification in every person who would succeed in this world . But the possessor of this quality must have taste enough, judgment enough, sen;;e enough not to ma\<:e it conspicuous and himself offensive, else he will find it a greater . bar to success than timidity and lack of confidence. . Arlington was egotistical, he was offensively self confident; but he lacked the power possessed by Dick Merriwell that carried Dick so often to victory. Beaten by a single pin! It was hard enough to bear. Worse than all, Chester realized that once during the game, angry because he had not made a spare, he had blindly thrown away his last ball when he might have knocked down two pins which lay behind a deadwood that had rolled against them. That was one of the little things that led to his de feat. In all close contests it is usuallx some such lit tle thing that decides the The fellow or the side that ignores the little things gets beaten. Chester turned away. He came face to face with Dave Flint, the fellow he had asked to bowl on the team before the game began. Flint was said to be a clever bowler, and Arlington felt that his refusal to bowl had cost the plebes the game. Flint had said he could not afford to pay his share in case they lost. Chester looked upon him as a mean, penurious fellow. ' Now hot words passed between them and Arlington drew back his hand to strike Flint in the face. His wrist was caught by Dick Merriwell. Then jollowed a melee, the plebes starting to make it hot for the yearlings, as there were fifty of them and only five of the yearlings. • But Dick had fancied something of the sort might happen, a11d had sent to the academy for others of his class. So it happened that the yearlings came charging into the bowling alley, uttering their class yell, and fell upon the plebes in numbers that quickly the Fourth Class fellows to route. Out through doors and win dows plunged the pleb _ es, scattering and running in . all directions, and the fight was soon over. The bowling alley had suffered some. Two or three windows had been broken and a panel had been knocked out of a door. A showcase for the display of cigars and tobacco had been smashed. The proprietor of the alley was in a rage. ,

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• TIP TOP WEEKLY. 3 "Look!" he cried, in despair. "See what you have done ! You will be the ruin of me!" "Too bad!" laughed Dick. "But those fellows started it. We are not to blame." "What fellows? You are all alike to me. You are all academy chaps, and they are always smashing and fighting." "Now, look here," said young Merri well , "haven't we patronized you pretty steadily lately? and have we ever broken a thing before this?" "No, never before; but I have been warned-I have been told what vrnuld happen." "\:Yell, don ' t cry! Dry your tears! Figure up the damage and send the bill to me. You know me. I'll see that it is paid." The proprietor looked relieved. "Mr. Merriwell," he said, "you are like your brother, and he was always a gentleman." "No bouquets smiled Dick. "Come on, fellows; back to the academy, and keep your' eyes peeled for an ambush of plebes on the way." But no ambush occurred. The plebes had had enough for that day . CHAPTER IL ARLINGTOX HAS A SCHEME. "That fello w Flint i s an odd one,'' said Dick. "He acts to me like an onery coward," declared Buckhart. They were in their room that night after the affair in the bowling alley. "Somehow I can ' t quite think he is a coward," re turned Dick. "Any fellow that will let Arlington call him names and try to strike him without showing . resentment is a howling cowardly coyote!" excl a imed the Texan. "And that there is my opinion of Mr. Dave Flint1 which same I am free to express on any occasion. He's a _ red-beaded, scar-faced coyote from--" "Stop, Brad! You do not know the fellow! You are going too far! Don't be so hasty in your judgment. He <;fln't help being red-headed, and that dis figuring scar on bis cheek i s a great misfortune." " \ Vell, I don't like him." said Buckhart. "If he had hit Arlington in the mouth I might have thought m o re of him, but he stood there like a cur and took it all. He did not even lift a hand to defend himself when Arlington started to hit him. And he did act rather mean in refusing to bowl against us just because there was a ch . ance that he might get beaten. He did, I know!" "Brad, you know Flint is a ' hustler.' " * "Yes." "He waits on the table and does such work about the academy as he can get to do." "Yes. " "Well, it isn't likely he is doing that for his health. It strikes me that Dave Flint is pretty poor, and that he needs every cent he can get together. I think that explains why he declined to bowl. He felt that he could not afford to pay the score if he was beaten." "Well--" "I respect him for it," continued Dick. "In fact, it is because the fellow seems to be poor and is trying to work his way through school that I have taken an int erest in him. You know, and I know, that poverty • is no disgrace for a fellow who is starting out in life.'' "No, not a disgrace for him; but I allow in most cases it's a disgrace for his parents." "That's the way you look at it." "In this great country, pard, any man ought to be able to scrape together enough to make himself corn-' . fort a ble and to provide for the education of his chifdren. That's my opinion straight from the shoulder. The man who fails to do that shows up mighty bad and ought to be ashamed of himself." "A narrow v iew , Brad. You forget circumstances may keep a man down." "Whatever do you mean by circum stances, partner? " "Misfortune, sickness, revers es, accidents-a hundred things." "Look here, Dick Merri well!" cried the Texan, "1 always allowed you took no stock whatever in luckyou re c koned a fellow made himself just what he became. But now you' re talking different, and I admit I d o n ' t understand it none whatever." "Any one with sense must admit there are such things a misfortune, sickness and acc idents, Brad. A person may have a seige of what saems bad luck, but if he does not let it br e ak his courage , if he keeps his confid e nce and persists in trying to do his level best, I am certain he " ill succe . ecl in the encl. " "Then poverty is a di s g r ace to the fath e r o f an y chap wh o has to w01= k like a d o g to get his education. *At F arda le a boy who worke d a b out the s ch ool buildings to aid in his way througi1 !:'11001 was known as a "hustler." •

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]. • 4 TIP TOP WEEKLY. Flint may be all right, but his father ought to be able to send him. through school in a respectable manner. You hear me murmur!" It' was plain to Dick that, in spite of his \\'Ords, Brad could not repress a strong dislike for Flint. The real cause of this dislike the Texan made evident when he growled because Flint had failed to strike Arlington when he was insulted by the latter. Dick, also, to tell the truth, was not a little mystified by the behavior of the red-headed plebe, who was a burly, broad-shouldered chap, and looked like a fellow physically capable of taking care of himself. The first impression of Flint was that he might be a rough and rather brutal fellow when in a passion. To confess the whole truth, he was not prepossessing to the casual observer. He was not the sort of a fellow t o make many friends. • Still something seemed to tell Dick Merriwell that he was not a coward, and this something aroused in Dick' s mind a state of perplexity that caused him to take more than passing interest in the red-headed plebe. That Arlington heartily disliked Flint "(as certain, and it is po ssible that for that very reason Dick liked Flint better. _ . Although Chester Arlington did not know it, it was the hand of his sister June that had held Dick Merri well in restraint. But for June's subtle influence Dick would have set himself about making it so very hot for Chester at Fardale that the fellow must have found it impossible to remain there. And there was every reason why Dick could have done so without a feeling of regret. Since coming to the school Arlington had missed no opportunity and had left no stone unturned to humiliate, disgrace or injure Merriwell, who was the most popular boy in the school, and whom Chester hated for that very rea son. Although Buckhart did not confess it, he felt that Di<;;k was right about Flint. For all of that, the ener getic, hearty, fearless Texan could not like the plebe. Certain it is that he made no eff or t to like him. He was willing that Dick should treat Flint in a friendly manner, if he cared to do so, but for himself he wanted nothing whatever to d o with the scar-faced boy. On the evening of the day following the bowling match Arljngton rapped on the door of Hector Marsh's room. The rap was given in a peculiar manner that was a signal, and immediately somebody called: "Come in." Chester entered. Marsh and his roommate, Clint Shaw, a yellow faced boy, with a sour mouth that had drooping cor ners, were in the room. "Hello, fellows!" called Chester, in a free-and-easy friendly manner that he had assumed of late. "How's trix ?" "Nothing doing," said Shaw, flinging down a.book. "I'm sick of plugging. It's plug and drill, and drill and plug in this nasty old school." "Clint takes it too hard," grinned Marsh, showing a mouthful of protruding teeth. "He makes too much of a fuss over it." "Ah-h, that's all right for you to say!" flung back Shaw. "You manage to get along somehow without trouble, but this morning I was given a call down at drill for having a speck of rust on my rifle, and this afternoon I got it in the neck from old Gooch because I was hazy on geometry. Hazy!" he snapped, catching up the book. "Who wouldn't be? Listen to this!" Then he read as follows " 'If a four-side be circumscribed about and a four point inscribed in a conic, so that the vertices of the second are the points of contact of the sides of the first, then the triangle formed by the diagonals of the first. is the same as that formed by the diagonal ooints of the other.' " Then he flung down the book again. "Vv ouldn't that cramp you!" he snarled. "But you're not over there in geometry yet," said Chester. l "No; but I was just looking at the stuff to see what I had to go against. It's enough to discourage any fellow. I don't see the good of it." "Oh, well, forget it! Drop all that and get off with me for the evening. I'll show you something that will make you feel better." "What's up?" asked Marsh. "Merriwell and his friends have gone into town." "Well?" "They're going to bowl, I think." "What of that?" • "Do y _ ou think I'm done with him at game? Not on your merry-go-round!" Shaw shook his head. "It's . no use, Arlington," he said. won--" that little ;;-Mi . 1 ernwe "At candlepins. I confess he is clever at that. Bu

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TIP' TOP WEEKLY. 5 my best hold is tenpins. He will not defeat me at that game. You can stake your life on it." Still Shaw seemed to feel differently, n ' ot a little to Arlington's annoyance. "You come along and I'll show you !" cried Chester. "I have a little trick up my sleeve that will fix Merri well. He can't beat me! I've got it all settled. I am bound to beat him, if I can drive him into rolling with nle." "I don't see--" began Marsh. "I'll show you. Don't ask questions, but get off and come with me. I'll show you lots of fun. And. if I don't beat Merriwellto-day I'll give you each five dollars. If I do beat him, you're to stand treat. " "I don't know an easier way to make a fiver," said Shaw. "But we may n o t be able to get off. \Ve haven't asked." "Fake up some kind of an excuse and try it. I want two friends with me to see me trim him, so he can't deny it to-morrow." "All right," said Marsh; "we'll try it." CHAPTER III. AT THE BOWLING ALLEY. Arlington was not mistaken in thinking Dick, in comp any ,\"ith several of his friends, had gone to the bowling alley in town. There Chester and his two companions found Chester's eyes gleamed \vith satisfaction. "Hello, Merri well!" he said, coolly. "So you're practicing again, are you? You must have put in ahy amount of practice to be such a wonderful bowler! But I still believe you are an easy mark, and I think I can prove it, too." Dick laughed in Chester's face. "You are one of those chaps who never knows when he has enough," he said. "In other words," put in Buckhart, who had his coat off and had been engaged in bowling, "he has bristles on him. He has, l know!" Thus the Texan "politely" called Chester a hog. "You mind your business!" flared Chester, his face flushing. "I wasn't speaking t o you!" "\Vell, I didn't speak to you," returned Brad; but I expre ssed my opinion of you, which same I am . ready to repeat a ny time and any place, you bet your boots!" It galled Arlington to have the Texan talk to him in , that manner, but he knew better than to be led into a personal encounter by the Westerner. He was after other game, and, choking down his rage as far as pos sible, be gave his attention to Dick. "You think you can bowl, Merriwell," he said, in his peculiarly provoking way. "Because you had luck . yesterday you fancy yourself the only pebble. I took you at your own game, and you won by a single pin." "You are a great fellow to prate about accidents,'' said Dick. "With you anything successfully accom-, plished by another is always an accident." "I'll prove it an accident!" cried Chester. "I chal lenge you t o bo;vl me at tenpins. Your game is can dlepins; mine is tenpins. I met you at yom game; I dare you to meet he at mine !'1 ''That's the talk, Chet!" cried Marsh. sho wing his abundance of teeth in a grin. "Make him bowl-if he dares." • "But it's likely he doesri't da1e," said Clint Shaw, in his peculiarly aggravating way. "He'll say he won once, and claim that set.tied it." • "But he hasn't beaten Chet at tenpins," said Marsh. "He'll find that different." "Say, you fellows get out of here!" roared Buck hart. "Hike out lively, or something will fall on you some! Vv e've got the alleys. \Vhen we get through , you may have them , but you don't want to come round none to bother us." He seemed on the point of pitching into all three of them. "I told you," said Shaw, pulling down the corners of his sour mouth. "I knew how it would be! Merri.w'ell doesn't dare!" Then Dick stopped Buckhart, saying: "I'm sick of this , Arlington! You annoy me< What is it you want?" ''He wants a h ow ling good thumping!" said Bracl. "He does, I know! lf you'll stand back and make room, the Unbrand d Maverick of the Rio Pec os will give him just what he needs!" "No fighting here!" exclaimed the propriet or;. "I'\'e had enough of that!' ' "Then le t him prance o ut side." Brad. "I allow he'll find me right )i' ith liim." • 1!'111 not here to fight ,, ith a common !" Chester declared, in his most aggravating manner. Buckhart reached for him, but Dick thrust his h and aside, while A rlington s tepped back a pace. "What is it you want?" again demanded Merri well. "I dare you to try me a go at tenpins. As you won

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6 TIP TO P WEEKLY at candlepins, you'll show the white feather if you decline to gjve me satisfaction." "Make it short . " "I'm willi;1g." "One string?" "Yes." "Get ready." A look of satisfaction flashed over Arlington's face. Marsh laughed, showing his numerous teeth. "All right," said Buckha ;t, in resignation. "If you're going to do it, pard, bury him up. We'll call our little turn off, and we'll just squat and watch you / get into him good and plenty." "I'm so afraid Dick will be beaten!" sighed Ted Smart, who was one of Merriwell's party. "I shiver with fear!" "Hi am not at hall halarmed," Billy Brad ley. "Hi think 'e will find Harlington heasy." "You have another think coming to you," said Marsh . • "A very common fellow!" said Bradley, surveying Marsh disdainfully. "A blooming cheeky toff!" "Hey?'' growled March, angrily. "\Vhat's that? Don't go to calling me names, or I'll--" "Hit him, Billy-hit him quick!" urged Buckhart, who w as thirsting for a fight. But a gain Dick preserved peace. Arlington pulled off his coat and prepared to bowl. "\Ve'll take the alley near the windows," he said. Dick made no objection, although Smart chuckled: ''.I just love to see a modest fellow who gives the other chap no chance to say a thing about anything!" As Arlington stepped over onto the runway of the alley he had chosen, he observed in a corner, sitting quite still and watching what was taking place, none other than Dave Flint. Immediately Chester's face grew dark. "You?" he muttered, giving Flint a look of unspeak able contempt. "\Vhat you doing here, you redheadecL, sca r-faced calf? Get out of that corner! I don't want you there! You annoy me . I can't bowl with you there! Get out!" Flint had been watching thi bowling. He had dropped in and taken a seat in the corner, where he had remained, looking on and making himself as incon spicuous as possible . No one knew the great longing in his heart to take part in the sport, which he loved. No one knew his temptation to bowl just one string. No one knew how hard it had been for him to combat and overcome the longing . He saw the other boys bowling and enjoying them selves, and it seemed hard that he could ' have no part in their pleasure. Once he had half opened his mouth to ask them if they would let him come into the game. "Perhaps I'll get out of it without being stuck and will not have to pay," he thought. "I can bowl as well as any of them-unless Merriwell is excepted. I ought to get out of paying. Why shouldn't I enjoy myself just a little?" . But, even as he was on the point of speaking , before his eyes seemed to rise a pathetic little face that looked pleadingly at him, and he closed his lips tight. "No!" he mentally cried. "I'll not do it! I might get stuck, and I need every cent for Little Bill." So he sat there and tried to get as much enjoyment as possible out _ of watching the others. But now Chester Arlington came in his insolent way, calling him names , deriding his misfortune 111 having a scar on his face, and ordered him away. Flint turned pale. "\Vhy should I move?" he asked, in a low tone. "I am out o f the wa y here. I interfere with no one. I am mindin g my own business. Why should I move?" "Because I tell you to!" flung back Arlington. "And if you don't move in a hurry, I'll throw you out of the wind o w , you low-bred pup!" "Now," mutte red Brad Buckhart, "if Dave Flint has anything but a chicken heart iiiside of him, he'll rise up and let Chet have it square and fair between the lookers!" Flint rose. But he did not strike Chester. He gave Arlington a strange look and-moved! "There, pard !" said Buckhart, to Dick; "you see the galoot is a thoroughbred coward, and no way out of it! That settles it for certain sure . It does, I h"TIO\V !" Dick had nothing to say . CHAPTER IV. GREAT BOWLING. There were two pin boys in the alley. \Nhen one of them prepared to set up the pins Arlington objected . "I want the other boy," he said. "This one does not set them perfectly . " The other boy seemed to be waiting, although he

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TIP TOP WEEKLY. 7 pretended that he was not. Dick noted something pe culiar in his manner, but made no comm e nt. "Now, boy," said Che s ter , "I want y o u to get every pin on its spot. Take lots of pains. I'll give you a quarter when we get through if y o u the pins up well." Then he turned to Dick. "Who stilrts it ? " he asked. "Let's settle that." "It makes no difference t o me,'' s aid Dick. "You may have your choice. " "Oh, but that's not just right, " returned Chester . "Why not?" muttered Buckhart. "He's had e v -his own way so far!" "'Vell, wh a t do you propose? " a s k ed Merri well. "We'll settle it by flipping a c o in." "All right." "You toss the coin." Dick to o k a silver half-d o llar fr o m his pocket and sent it spinning in the air. "Heads!" cried Che s ter. "Heads it is/' said Dick. "Your choice?" "vVell , let me see." He seemed to he s itate. From the corner of his eye he cast a quick glance d o wn the alley. The boy had been busy down there , apparently , taking pains to get every pin on the exa ct spot. He had finished now , and was just steppin g back to one side of the alley. "You may start, " s a id C hest er. The big pins were up a nd everything was ready. Dick selected a ball and walked back to the start o f the runway. The spectators gathered about, somewhat wrought up over the contest. The r e " a s so m e b etting o n the result. Dick balanced himself , the great held in front of him. He fixed his eyes on the pin s jus t where he wished to hit them. He did m o r e than that, for h e will ed t h a t the ball should strike there ;an
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8 TIP TOP WEEKLY. The bet was made, the stakes placed in the same hands as before. Dick was not at all nettled or disturfied. He kept his nerve and prepared to do his best again. He was successful in making another strike, whereupon Brad jumped into the air and cracked his heels togetl1er. "That's the stuff!" he shouted, gleefully. "I opine there are two who can play at this here game a little! Dick wiU make you get up and hump yourself, and don't you forget it! He will, I know!" Chester smiled in that cool, aggravating manner. His friends, Marsh and Shaw, were watching him anx iously. They understood the skill of MerrivJell, and, for all of Arlington's confidence and promises, they still feared he would fail to defeat Dick. "He can't keep it up," whispered Shaw, his mouth pulled down anxiously. "He v.-ill take a tumble before the string is over, and then Merriwell will get after him." "He may do it," returned Marsh, hopefully. "Look how cool he is. I oever saw him "hen he seemed to have such perfect confidence. He seems to know the pins are going down." "If he fails this time he'll still be even with Buckhart as far as the bets are concerned." "And if he wins--" At this moment Chester sent the ball down the al ley. , This time it struck the pins handsomely, and again they all fell. Marsh and Shaw shouted. !!Great-great work!" they cried. Buckhart said not a word, but his face showed a combination of dismay and disgust. Arlington smilingly gathered in the winnings, giv ing Brad a taunting look of satisfaction. "This is good for the nerves!" observed Ted Smart. "A fellow feels so cool and calm while he is watching it!" "Hi find it a great strain, don't y' 'now," said Billy Bradley, who really was shaking a bit. Chip Jolliby said nothing at all. His Adam's ap ple bobbed as if he was trying to utter some words, but no sound came from his parted lips. .The other spectators were deeply interested. A large number of the villagers had gathered in the alley, and they were following the contest with keen relish. For the most part they were confident that Merriwell would win, Dick being a general favorite in the place, as Frank had been before h'im. Dick was undisturbed by the success of his antagonist. Again he selected the same ball he had used before. Again he stood still at the end of the run, the ball balanced before him, and his eyes fixed on the exact spot where he wished to hit the pins. "He'll do it!" said Shaw. "He isn't a fellow to fail, and now he is on his mettle." "Keep still!" whispered Marsh. "Accidents happen in this game. Sometimes the pins fail to gQ down when they ought to fall:" "He'll do it!" repeated Shaw. • Dick advanced and sent the ball down the alley. He started it close to the right side of the alley, but it was aimed toward the head pin, and straight toward that pin it went. "It's a dandy!" cried Buckhart. "Down the go, you bet your sweet life! I knew--Wha-a-a-at ?" For, although the ball struck the pins perfectly, al though it swept through them in handsome style, one lone corner pin stood tottering, refusing to go down. Dick had been the first to fail to make a strike. CHAPTER V. ((CROOKED WORK !" CRIED DICK. Marsh and Shaw were delighted. Arlingta"n smiled quietly. Dick's friends were filled with dismay. "Talk about hard luck!" burst from the Texan. "I allow that was just the limit! You hear me peep!" "Oh, it yvas lovely!" said Smart. Again J olliby made a wild effort to say something, but seemed unable to give his words expression. Dick knocked down the pin with his next ball, getting a spare. . Arlington was coolly confident. He turned to Buckhart. ( "Broke?" he asked, insolently. "No!" roared Brad. "I've got a five left!" "Eow's your nerve?" "All right, bet your boots! I'll go you this last V of mine that you don't make a strike this trip-I just will!" "Good! I'll take you." The stakes were placed in the hands of . the same man who had served them before. Arlington picked up a ball, sauntered carelessly to the start of the run, turned about and started back with out pausing. He seemed to deliver the ball recklessly,

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TIP TOP.WEEKLY. 9 and then, without waiting to ee the result, he turned to the stakeholder, his hand outstretched, saying: "I'll take . the money." "\Vait !" shouted Buckhart. "Not this time! It is--Great jumping tarantulas! " Again the Lall had missed the head pin, but again every pin had fallen. It was Arlington's third straight strike. T he Texan sat clown he avi ly on a bench, seeming completely flabbergasted. "I'll eat my hat!" he . muttered, hu skily. "I'll cat my hat!" Arlington . rec eived the money . "Thanks, Buckhart," he lau ghed, bowing mockingly to Drad. "I'm sorry this is the whole of your pile; you're a good thing, and I have enjoyed plucking you." The Texan ground his strong white teeth together furiously. It hurt him fearfully to haYe Cheste r tri umph over him in that manner. "I reckon my turn will come!" he thought. "vVhen it does, look out for me, Mr. Chester Arlington! I'll bump you good and plenty. I will. I know!" ' 'The game is ra\\ther young yet.'' said Dilly Bradley. "It i s as good as settled alread y ,'' \Yas Hectot ::darsh' s c od'!den t asse rtion. "i\!I erriwe;J m:iy be clever at candlepins,'' langhed Arlington; "but this is something entirely different, and he's outc)assecl.'' "Jus t you wait and sus-sus -sns-sus-sus--" Chip J olliby continued to spl utte r . stamping \Yi th one foot and making \Yild grabs at the air in his frantic en deavor to get hold of the word he wished to utt er. His efforts we;e extremely lu d icrous , and they caused a shout of laughter. S o mebody advised him to whistle . "\\Tait a nd sus-sus-sus-w hew !-sus-see !" chattered J ollihy. "This little gug-gug-game isn ' t over yet by a lon g sus -sussus-sus-whew !-sus-shot." "That's right-just right!" came from Buckhart, who did not mind the loss of his 'money nearly as much as the prospect of Dick's defeat. "It'll be different at the end. You hear me!" Dick was not disturbed. He felt that a strike had been clue him on the l as t ball, bnt he said nothing about this, and he was well aware that in bowling it oft en happens that what seems to be a spleqdid ball fails to do proper execution. Dick was not one of those tiresome bowlers who are forever telling what they should have had if they had obtained all that was due. He went after the next bunch of pins with the same care as before, and he followed his spare with a strike. "Tlnt:s nothing,'' commented Arlington, and again all the pins fell before the ball he rolled down the alley. Then he observed Dave Flint, who had walked down outside the alley and seemed about to climb over where the pin boy was. "Here, you get out of there!" shouted Chester, in a great rage. "You're a hoodoo! You'll queer me if you stay clown there! You have no business in there!" Then he appealed to the proprietor of the alley, who imm ediately called Flint back. As Flint came back he gave Arlington a strange look. glared at him and muttered something about hammering his face off. AgaiR Flint seemed afraid of an encounter, for he retired fo the rear of the spectators. Dick :'.\Ii:.1-riwell had 69 on three rolls, with a strike following. But his antagonist had 60 on two rolls, with two strikes following. Arlington had made four straight strikes, with out a single failure. D ick succeeded in putting in another strike, but Arlington kept up the work. cleaning the pins off the alley \\'ith a single ball for the fifth time. This \\as most astonishing. In fact, the bowling of 1Ierriwell was of a marvel ous sort; but that of Arlington was phenomenal. "The pins are bewitched!" muttered Buckhart. "He doesn't hit them as v\'eil as Dick does, but he gets them all e\'ery tim e." "Really,., s mile d Chester, "this is the greatest s nap I ever st ruck. I am having a 1ovely time!" On his sixth roll Dick to hit the pins per fectly, but he left two standing on the corner. Those two he clipped off with his second ball. "Another strike, Arlington!" cried Marsh, grinning until it seemed that he exposed every tooth in his mouth. "All right.' ' said Chester. "Just as you say. Here it goes.'' But this time, a lthough he struck. into the heart of the pins, he got on ly six. splitting them and leaving tw o pin s on each corner. Chester lo o ked as t ountled and angry. "\rV!Jat"s the matter with you, down there?" he •

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I IO TIP TOP WEEKLY. shouted at the pin boy. "You didn't have those pins up right! Get onto your job a _ nd attend to your busi ness!" The boy looked startled. "Excuse me!" he said. "I forgot you were bowl-1 ing.'' "Now what does that mean?" muttered "\Vhat difference does it make which one is bowling? The kid should put the r_ins up right for both of them." Chester clipped off the remaining pins with the next two balls, which gave him 136 on the half, against Merriwell's n7. When Dick rolled the next ball and got a strike, 2utting twenty into his sixth box, he was only nine pins behind Arlington, having a total of 137 to Chester's 146. "I knew how " it would be!" muttered Shaw, in dis may, his yellow face looking yellower than usual. "Now you see! Merri well is going to beat him!" "I don't believe it!" said Marsh. "Chester has something up his sleeve." "\i\That is it?" "I don't know, for he didn't explain; but he told us ,h<: was dead sure to win-that Merriwell could not beat him anyhow. "He always feels that w ' ay.' "But there is something unusual behind this. He has it fixed somehow, mark that." "I hope you are right." "I know I am. Merriwell is nearer to him now than he ever will be again in this string." Dick made a strike in the seventh ba, Arlington rolled what looked like a ' very bad ball, for it struck far down on the side of the pins. Every pin fell I Buckhart went into the 'Did you see that?" he yelled. "Robbery t:' "Oh, ' keep still I" said Chester. "Don't expose your ignorance. That was another twisting ball, and they had to fall." "Well, I never saw anything like it before." "Your experience is limited. to the cattle ranch!" Dick got another strike in the eighth box. Arlington followed with a duplicate, and this time ne hit the pins handsomely. "'E 'as to fall down!" said Bradley. Dick was on his mettle. He made still another .,u-ike in the ninth box. I • "You can't lose me!" cried Chester, and he also swept down every pin. With calm nerves, Dick rolled the next ball. This time single pin was left standing. He got it with his second ball, making a spare . This he rolled off at once, 15etting ten pins wit h his final ball, which gave him a wonderful string of 236. But Arlington did not let up. He secured a strike with his first ball in the tenth box. "I'll get two more easily," he said. "He'll bury Merriwell !" laughed Marsh. "This shows who can bowl." Shaw made a quick computation. "He has Merriwell buried without rolling another ball," he said. "All he gets on the next two balls will be clear gain. Merriwell is beaten I It's dead sure now!" Arlington sent another ball down the alley. "Two pins!" was the cry. "He can't have more on that." But, although the ball struck far down on the side, every pin fell. Instantly Dick Merriwell ran down the alley and seized the pin boy, who uttered a cry of consternation. 1 "Crooked work!" cried Dick's ringing voice. "Here's proof of it!" Instantly the alley was in an uproar. CHAPTER VI. THE TRICK EXPOSED. "Leggo I" yelled the boy. "Not yet, you little rascal!" said Dick. "Let that boy alone!" shouted Chester / as he started down the alley. "Come here! come here!" exclaimed Dick : "Come, everybody! I want all to see how Arlington made his wonderful strikes! I want them to see how it was he got so many pins when his ball struck away down on the side of the bunch"!" There was a rush toward the lower end of the alley, where Dick continued to hold the squirming lad. "Leggo !" whimpered the boy. "Ouch! You hurt!" "Let that boy alone!" again shouted Arlington, as he sprang at Dick and gave him a thrust. • A second later, he was hurled violently aside by the strong hand of Brad Buckhart, while the Texan roared . "Whoa up there, you I You want to be some care-

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TIP TOP WEEKLY. I I ful, or I'll light on you with tooth, hoof and horn! I will, I know!" "Dear me!" murmured Ted Smart. "I am so frigh tened! I fear is going to be trouble!" • "No fighting! no fighting!" cried the proprietor of the alley, in alarm, for his experience had shown him what encounters between plebes and yearlings meant. "I won't have it! Stop it, or I'll have you all ar rested!" Marsh and Shaw had hesitated, wondering what it meant. ( "\Vhat's up?" asked Shaw, who had started to run clown the alley only to stop and turn to Marsh. "Hanged if I know!" confessed Hector. "Merriwell has disco ver ed something." "That's right." "Arlington has played some sort of a trick." "The pin boy--" "Look at that Texan! He's stripping off his coat again!" Brad \vas pulling off his c oa t , his face showing a strong desire to fight. "That's right," breathed Marsh. "If \ve had plenty of the fellows he re we could \vade into them." "But we h aven "t," said Shaw. "All the same, we can't run away and leave Arling t o n." "\Ve don't have to. Here he comes." It was true. Afte r being hurled aside, . -Chester quietly slipped over the run between the two alleys. climbed the rail to the floor beyond, and was hurrying toward the door, seeking to escape without attracting attention . There was a grea t hubbub at the lower encl of the alley, so that he was not noticed save by Marsh and Shaw. \Vhen Chester's friend. saw him s1ippine-away in that manner they knew it \\"as high time to get out of the building. "Corne on!" breathed Shaw. "All right!" said Marsh. They had the door open when Arlington reached them. Chester had caught up his coat. He did not stop to put it on, but walke d quickly out into the night, and his two companions were at his heels. In the meantime, the boy had been making a great rumpus, but he could not get away from Dick Merri well. "You may as well keep still," said Dick. "vVhat's the matter with the boy?" asked the pro prietor of the alley. "What has he done?" "That's what I want to find out," said Dick. "What is that thin g attached t . o your foot, boy?" Examination showed it to be a fine wire, which was attached to the heel of boy's shoe. It ran across the alley just in front of the spot where the head pin stood, and was made fast to a nail that had been placed there to hold it. With the aid of the wire all the pins could be sent toppling down. A slight movement of , the boy's foot would do the trick. "\Veil," smiled Merriwell, "that explains how it was that Chester Arlington made such a wonderful series of strikes." "The onery Piute!" cried Buckhart. "Where is he? Where is the coyote?" But Arlington had wisely disappeared. "I fancied I noticed the boy make a movement wit11 one foot each time Arlington obtained a strike," said Dick. "This explains why he did it." The boy began to whimper. "He-he gave me two dollars to do it'!" he sniffled. "And he beat me out of fifteen good big plunks with that trick!" shouted. Buckhart, furiously. "I'll h av e every dollar , or I'll shoot him so full of , holes that he won't hold water! You hear me murmur!" " 'Ow perfectly h as tonishing !" said Billy Bradley, in th e greates t amaze ment. "I can't believe it of Chettie !'"came from Smart. "It i s n't possible he can be dishonest!" "Really Hi 'ave to dishagree with you," said Brad ley, with the utmost seriousness. "Hi think 'e is de cidedly dishones t , don't y' 'now." "Oh, how can you think such cruel thoughts!" half sobb ed Smart. "This bub-bub-bub-beats th-th-th-thunder!" stut tered Jolliby, with a mighty effort. The proprietor of the alley was both astonished and angry. ' He grasped the boy and gave him a shake. "You young rascal!" he shouted. "How dare you do such a . thing in my place!" "Don't!" whined the lad. "I wanted the two dol lars. And he told me I wouldn't be caught!" "I'm going to tan your hide!" declared the pro prietor. But Dick interfered. "He is not as much to blame as the fellow who

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12 TIP TOP WEEKLY. bribed him," he said. "It will do no good to punish him." "But let me get my paws onto Chet Arlington!" came in a hoarse roar from Brad Buckhart. "I'll skin . . him! I'll scalp him I I'll make him cough up my fifteeen plunks, you bet your life!" "He SUS-SUS-SUS-sneaked," said Jolliby. "It was healthy for hfm that he did," laughed Dick. "Fellows, when you come to think of it, the joke is on , Arlington." "I opine you don't think anything about my fifteen dollars," said Brad. "This story of his trick and its failure will give him 110 end of discomfort," Dick declared. "It won ' t give him half as much discomfort as the two black eyes he'll get from yours truly, the Unbranded Maverick of the Rio Pecos," asserted the Texan. It was no easy thing to keep the proprietor of the alley from chastising the boy, but Dick would not al l o w that, and the rascally youngster was . driven out, told never to show his face there again. Now that it was all over, the boys laughed about it, guying Buckhart, who grew more and more furious and who threatened all ki?ds of trouble for Chester. The fine wire could not be seen from the upper end o f the alley, and it did not affect the large balls when rolled over it. The boy had been able to move about in a certain manner with the wire attached to his heel, and had not betrayed himself save by the movement of his foot each time Arlington's ball struck the pins. Chester had nearly succeeded in his trick to defeat Merriwell; but it was Dick who had finally discovered the artifice and exposed it. The boys promised to circulate the story thoroughly. They were determined that Arlington should be made to regret his crooked work. CHAPTER VII. BRAD GETS HIS MONEY BACK. When Die!< and Brad arose the following morning t h e y discovered that something had been thrust th1o ugh the crack beneath their door during the night. Dick picked "it up. It was an envelope, on which was written Buckhart' i name. Merriwell passed it to Brad. "For you," he said. "Whatever is this?" exclaimed the Texan, in sur-prise. Tearing'' it open, drew forth a sheet of paper and three five-dollar bills. At sight of_ the money, Dick laughed outright. "Your fifteen dollars, old man," he said. "Arlington has d icled to make restitution." "vVell, wouldn't that loco ye!" exclaimed Brad, star-ing at the money. "You look disappointed," said Dick. "I am," confessed the Texan. "\i\Thy ? " "I wanted the opportunity to make demands on the gent what secured my good money by his crooked work. It's a howling shame,! I wanted to give him a call good and hard before the gaping multitude. I did, I know!" "And this spoils it. Chester suspected you, and he took pains to avoid what was sure to come." "Hang the onery horse thief!" bfurted Brad. "He can't get out of it this way! He's sure due to hear from me some just the same." "He has written you a little note, it seems." Buckhart read what wa s written on the paper. lt ra.n as follows : "MR. BRAD B ucKHART, THE CHAMPION Cow FROM THE Cow COUNTRY :-You will find inclosed fifteen simoleons which belong to you. You were easy fruit , but it is a, shame to take the money, therefore I return it. Buy yourself something. I advise you to buy a gag and to wear it to prevent yourself from bleating after your usual offensive manner. C. A." Buckhart went into the air. It was with difficulty that he prevented himself from giving vent to a wild howl. He was wrathy, and there could be no doubt about that. Hisface showed.. it, his manner showed it, his wildly flourished fists showed it. "I'll knock the face off that onery whelp!" he grated, his eyes glaring wildly. "I'll exterminate him! I'll blot him out of existence I I will, or I'm a sheep herder!" Little did he know how amusing he appeared. Hl't could not appreciate D . ick's laughter, nor could Dick restrain his mirth. "Look at it!" panted Brad, .... hO'lding the offending sheet at arm's length and pointing at it. "Just read it I 'Champion cow!' Waugh! Whoop! He calls me a cow I That measly galoot calls me a cow-me! me! iPard, I'm e-oing forth on the warpath! Pard, there is

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TIP TOP WEEKLY. about to be high d o ings around the s e diggings! You hear me murmur a gentle peep!" At that moment Buckhart have tried to tear Che s ter limb from limb had the fellow been present. Dick, however, s a w that Buckhart was expending his rage in his wild manner, and so did not restrain him. He had observed that it was better to let the Te an "blow off steam" in that manner. If forced to "bottle up" his feelings, Brad was dangerous in .the extreme, but when permitted to rave and fume a little he was almost sure to cool clown and become more reasonable after a time. "It' s a shame to take the money!" excl a imed Buck hart, glaring at the offensive sheet. "Do y o u hear that, partner?" ' "Yes," said Dick. "He means that I'm a mark-that I'm easy! And he advises me t o buy a gag and wear it! It's a deadly insult! It's his life or mine! Dick, there is going to be a little funernl hereabouts, and Ch ' et Arlington will ride at the head of the procession! He just will!" "You will be fooli s h to notice it," declared Merri well. "He was compelled to return your money. You are square with him." "Square! Well, I allow not! He has insulted me! Square! After getting this from him? Partner, out in Texas they carve a galo o t up for a heap sight less than this. They do, I swear !" I "But you are not out in Texas now. You're in the East, where shooting and carving don ' t go." "The East is no better than Texas. People out in Texas are just as cultivated as they are here in the East. You hear me 1 It makes me tired to hear any duffer sayin ' g it's wild and woolly 6ut there." "But you say they would carve a man up for such a thing as this out in Texas." "Why shouldn't they? It's right and proper they should!" "But they don't do so here in the East." "Because they haven't got the satitl You're no East erner. What's the matter with you, parcl ?" "Think it over, Brad. If you think it over calmly, you'll see the laugh is on Arlington. Wait. You'll find out that all the fellows are laughing at him over the affair, and you'll have a chance to laugh also. If you were to 'carve him up,' as you threaten, you would deprive yourself of the privilege of )aughing. Can't you see that? You would rob yourself of the chance of guying him . " • This kind of reasoning surprised and quieted Buckhart somewhat, but did not entirely calm him clown. Dick continued: "Nothing can hurt Chester Arlington as much as ridicule. He will fight, and he won ' t mind that; QUt he'll squirm and suffer if he is ridiculed." "Mebbe you're right, " said Brad; "but I allow it won't be ea s y for me to keep my h a nds off him. If he makes any t alk--Say, I'd like to have him shoot his face at me the way he does at that crawling, craven Flint. I opine, pard, that you can see now that Flint is a firs tlass coward?" "He' s a mystery to me,'' confessed Dick. "I don ' t kn o w just what to make of the fellow." • "'vVell, I do. He' s the limit!" "I believe he sttspected Arlington last night.'' "Suspected him?" "Yes. Do you remember that he walked clown out side the alley to watch the pin boy and that Arlingt o n shouted at him?" "Sure I do." "Vv ell , I think he had discovered something was crooked clown there. It w a s that action on the part of Flint that first aroused my "But he didn't say anything." "No. It's likely he didn't find out just what was up." "Mebbe he # clid." "If so--" "He's a coward, and he didn't dare open his face. You hear me! He' s afraid of Chet Arlington." Dick shook his head. "I think you are mistaken about that, Brad. " "vVha-a-a-at ?" gasped Brad. "Not afraid?" "I don't believe he is." "Oh, say I and he lets Arlington order him about and insult him and all that!" "That is what puzzles me about the fellow." "It doesn ' t puzzle me none at all. He's a dog, and he put s his tail down and sneaks when Chet Arlington says a word. That's enough to show me what he is . • Most times, pard, I allow you have a way of reading a fellow better than I can; but in this case you d on't seem to catch on none at all." "Ji>erhaps not," smiled Dick. "But I advise you to wait and see. Somehow I think Flint will pan out to be quite a fellow hom what you think him. At least, we agree about Arlington." "You bet! I don't know that I cal'!. keep my hands •

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TIP TOP WEEKLY. off him, but I'll try and wait a while. But every time I look at this here insulting document I sha11 feel like tightening my belt .and taking to the warpath." "Then don't look at it," said Dick. "Destroy it. . You have your money--" "I'd had that or his lifo! He was some wise to send it back in a la1ge hurry." "Oh, Arlington is no fool F' "I allow he is. He's a fool to try to down you, parcl, either by fair means or foul. He's tried it every old way he could think of, and he's made a fizzle every time. Still he \YOn't give up." "That shows he has great pcrsistency." ''That shovvs he's an unmitigated, blamed chump! It does for sure!'' "It does seem that he ought to be protty nearly satisfied by this time," laughed Dick. '.'Corne on, Brad! \Ve have to hustle if we get down to roll call." Two minutes later they hurr'.e
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, TIP TOP WEEKLY. • I This made the cadets shout w jth laughter, which ad de d to the rage Chester felt. And then, at that very ' moment, Dave Flint happened along and came face to face with Arlington. "Yah !" exclaimed Chester. "You gave it away , you sne a king dub! You told Merri well what was up l Don't deny it! I know you did! I saw you!" "You are mi s taken, " sa id Flint, calmly. "So y o u c all me a liar!" a1mos t scream e d Chester. "Take that! " Like a flas h , h e struck Flint, ki1ocking him down. "A fight!" cried somebody. But, to the a s tonishment of the watching boys, Flint arose, gave Arlington a single glance, and walked swiftly away. A groan went up from the crowd, followed by hisses. "That's the limit, pard !" said Buckhart, to Dick. "Now that must satisfy you. The fellow is a dog of t h e cheape s t kind, and he hasn ' t courage to fight a rab bit!" Dick . could not say a word. To tell the truth, he e x perienced a sensation of shame for Flint that ma d e his face burn. The plebe with the scarred face had turned about a nd now pa s sed the academy steps on his way toward barr a cks . His head was down and his e y es fixed on the snow , which was scarcely whiter than his face. His whole appe a rance was one of great shame and hu miliation, and Dick was certain the fellow was trem b ling violently. "A d og!" muttered Buckhart, in a tone of voice meant to reach the ears of the passing lad . "Just an onery, cowardly--" Dick's hand fell on Brad's arm with a grip of iron. "Dcm't !" he said : "Can't you see the fellow feels b ad e nough l Don't rub it in!" "Rub it in!" exclaimed Brad, when Flint had passe d . "Why, it's right to rub it into a cheap cur like that!" Dick made no retort, but somehow the appearance o f Flint as he had passed, pale and shaking, haunted him. He sought to put the fellow out of his mind, but fou'nd it was not easy. The boys gathered about Dick. Whenever he ap peared he se e med to be a magnet to draw them. Arlington had departed with long, quick strides, his head up and his eyes glaring. He seemed to mark those who laughed at him, and more than one a be lief that he would seek revenge on every fellow who jollied him. "Tell us about it, Merriwell I" was the cry. "Did you really make sev en strikes?" "I believe I did," smiled Dick; "but Arlington had made nine when he stopped." "But you w e re not helped by the pin boy." ' ' No t to my knowle d g e . " "And did A rlingt o n sk ip vvhen yo u di s covered the trick?" "Well, he wa sn't there w hen we l o ok ed for him." "Yo u bet h e w a sn ' t! " put in Buckhart. "There would ha v e been s omething doing if I had found him ab o u t th en. There w o uld, I kn ow!" They made Dick tell many of the p a rticular s . Bnt even while he did so he was troubled vaguely by a haunting memory of Flint's pale, downca s t face and shaking body. "Did Flint tell you anything?" asked a cadet. "No , not a thing," Dick answered " A rlin g t o n th ought he did." " A rli n gton w a s wr011g." " W ell, Flint is a duffer. Nobody will have any' thin g to do with a c oward like him in this school." "The only way he can save himself now is to fight put in another. "That's right!" exclaimed several. "He'll never do that," said Jack Hanvood, a plebe. "He is scared to death of Arlington." "We ought to run him out of the school," put in an other plebe. "I'm ashamed to own that there is such a fellow in my class." The plebes gener,ally agreed that it was a great dis g race, and all were determined to treat Flint with the greatest contempt. "We'll make him miserable!" they declared. "His life here will be unbearable," thought Dick. "The only thing that can save him now is for him to challenge Arlington and meet him in a square fight to the finish, and I'm afraid he won't do that. Afraid? What is it to me? Why should I care? Why should I take any interest in Dave Flint?" But, in spite of himself, Dick could not help think ing about it. In spite of himself, he did take inter est in Dave Flint. The fellow had piqued Dick's curi osity." Fearless himself, he could not undei"stand how any lad could permit another to heap insults upon him without resenting it. It seemed quite unnatural to Dick, and somehow he was not quite settled in his mind that Flint would endure it. • After leaving the boys, Dick started for his .room.

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16 • TIP TOP WEEKLY . As he mounted the stairs he continued to think of Flint and of the wretched condition the fellow would find himself in there at Fardale. "There's only one way out of it," muttered Dick. "He must fight! He must understand that it is his only chance. Perhaps he does not understand it. Somebody should tell him . I'll do it." Having arrived at this determination, Merriwell mounted to the "cod{ loft" and proceeded to Flint's ' room. CHAPTER IX. DICK AND FLINT. The door of Flint's 'room was standing slightly open, as if it had swung thus after being closed, having failed to catch. Through this openingDick cau g ht a glimpse of a ' person inside. It was Flint. 1 He was seated on a chair, his elbows on his knees and his face bidden in his hands. The attitude was one of deepest dejection, 0and it struck pity to the heart of the boy outside the door . "Poor fellow!" thought Dick. "He realizes. He knows!" He he sitated , then lifted his hand and rapped on the door. There was a stir within , a pause , and the sound of footsteps approaching : he door. Dick had stepped out of range of th , e opening, so he could not see the inmate of the room and could n o t be seen by him. The door opened,1 and Flint stood there, an sion of surprise on his face. This was the first time a visitor had appeared at the door of that room. Another "hustler" roomed with Flint, but Daye knew he would enter without knock ing. The knock had giYen him a start, and he almost gasped when he saw Dick Merriwell there at his door. Flint's face was flushed and burning now, ;i.nd it al most seemed as if his eyes h ad been swimming in tears. Yet there was no trace of tears upon his hot cheeks. If tears had risen to his eyes, he had held them 111 check , refu sing to let them come. "Hello!" said Dick. "Are you alone, Flint?" "Yes, sir." "May I c ome in?" \, "Yes, sir." . I Still wondering, Flint stood aside and held the door, while Dick walked in : The door was closed. Flint came back to the chair, which he placed fo r Dick, who sat down. The wonder in the plebe's face had deepened. "Sit down," said Dick. "I have _ something to say to you." Flint took another chair. Dick shifted his a little, so that he could look straight at the fellow . Flint's eyes fell before that gaze, and an added flush of shame seemed to mount to his cheeks. Dick noted this. Looking the fellow over then, Merriwell was forced to confess to himself that there w"as very little the.: was prepossessing or attractive about him. Indeed, Fhnt was one whose physical appearance was deci ded ly t o his disaL'.-: an tage. He was stocky, without being graceful. 1 Ie had a stout neck and thick shoulders . His face w as square, and his who le head was like a block. His eyes, which were naturally very piercin g . were deeply set. His hair was an unplea sa nt reddish color. There were many freckles on his face. His nos e was large, and likewise his mouth. Down his left cheek from temple to the point of his chin lay that dis fig-uring sca r , which Dick could now see throbbing be neath the rush of blood to the fellow's face. Flint's sole redeeming featu re was his teeth, square, even , white as snow. But that was something. A fellow . who has handsome, well-kept teeth, clean and white, i s almost certain to have a clean, well-kept body . Rarely does one care for his teeth and keep his mouth clean without also c aring for his body. Dick had noticed Flint's teeth m o re than once. Per haps those t eeth had interested Dick in the fellow with a stronger int erest than could have been awakened had they been neglected and uncared for. Right here let me pause to say that the fellow with good teeth and a clean mouth, has a better chance to succeed in the world than the one with bad teeth and a neglected mouth. When he presents himself before one from whom he courts a favor or seeks a positiob, that person is sure to be unfavorably impressed if he beholds a mouthful of rotten, neglected teeth, and such teeth cannot fail to attract notice. (:iood teeth, a well modulated voice, a pleasant smile-three great aids to success. But doo't grin-above everything, don't grin,' and don't be smiling sillily all the time! For some moments Dick wa s silent, lookin g his com-

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TIP TOP WEEKLY. 17 panion over and trying to read him. In most cases Merriwell did not seem to find it difficult to sound a person's character; but in the case of this fellG>w it was different, and, in spite of everything, it seemed to him that there was a mystery about Flint which he could not understand. The plebe seemed to kAow thiit he was being sur veyed thus closely, although he did not lift his eyes. "vVhat do you .want?" he asked, his voice low and not quite steady. "What can I do for you, 11r. Mer riwell ?" "Flint," said Dick, bluntly, "the fell6ws say yo u are a covvard.", The plebe shivered, and his lips tighten ed over his square teeth. ' 'Are you?" deman ded Dick. There ,,as a painful silence. on the p o int of speaking and said : Twice Flint seemed stopped. Finally, he "\Vhat difference does it make if I am? It's nobody's business, is it?" "You have not answered my question." • " \ Vhat right have you to come here and ask me such a question?" the fellow growled, sullenly. ' I have taken an intere s t in you." Flint l aughed shortly. "Thank you!" he exclaimed. He was rather repellent, and Dick was tempted to rise and leav e the fellow. However, he waited m silence for an answer. "You would not go to any other chap and ask him such a question," said the plebe, after a time. "The fact that you do so with me shows that you believe me a coward." "Appearances seem to indicate--" "Oh, yes, I know!" cried Flint, rising. "But you do not under s tand ! No one understands!" "Can't you tell me?" "No. " , Flint stood there, hard and defiant. "I do not wish to believe you a coward," said Mer riwell. "\Vhy should you take a1;y interest \vhatever in me?" "Because I understand you are a fellow who is trying to help himself through school by working and sav in g. That has interested me in you." "And that was the very thing that made Chester Arlington despise me!" "I had rather you would not compare me with Ches ter Arlington," said Dick. "I beg your pardon!", exclaimed Flint, earnestly. "There is n0 comparison . You are just about as like him as a white dove is like a crow! I have no right to couple you with him in any way, Mr. Merriwell ! He is a snob, an overbearing scoundrel, a-a--I can't find words for him! It is such as he that makes anarchists and rioters and criminals of poor people. Suc h as he wipe their feet on • the poor, spit on them, grind them into the earth! But let them beware! There is a limit, and the day may c ome when they will weep tears of blood! The poo r are long suffering, but t he re i s a limit. When the storm breaks it will be ter ri ble, and the arrogan t rich shall melt before it like straw befor e the blast of a furnacei!'' "Hello!" said Dick. "Is this socialism, anarchism, or what? I d i dn't come here to talk politics." Flint seemed confused. "I beg you r pardon again!" he said. "My father \Vas a socialis t." "vVas ?" "Yes. He's dead. He was not an anarchist. He did not believe in chaos and in bloodshed. He believed the change of socia l ism must come about naturally throu gh the will of the people. In those clays the word sociali sm carried far more reproach than it does now. He was arre s ted and thrown into prison after . a bomb th rowing outrage in which he took no part and was in no way co11cerned. He died in prison." The fellow stopped s uddenly, as if realizing for the first time what he was saying. "I'm a fool!" he muttered. "You didn't come here to h ea r my family hi story, and I wouldn't tell it if y4:lu did! I'm talking too much." He sat clown again. "Flint," said Dick, "you mu s t understand the po sition in which you have been placed by yom: failure to resent Arlington's insults. You are thought a piti ful coward." "I suppose so." "There is but one way for you to redeem yourself." "How is that?" "You must challenge Arlington. You mu st fight him and whip him, if you can. But, whether you whip him or n ot, you wjll prove you are not a coward if you fight him. Will you do it?" "I will not!" said Flint.

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IS TIP TOP WEEKLY. CHAPTERX. FLINT'S STORY. There could be no d oubt but Flint meant what he said . His ma nner showed it, a s well as the inflection of his voice. "I'm sorry for you," said Dick. "You will be ostra cised here. You'll not have a friend in the school." "I can't help it. " / The plebe 's manner was not defiant; he e ven choked a little. Somehow Dick felt that he was a boy who wished . , friends. "I do not believe in fighting," said Merriwell. "But under certain circumstances one has to fight if he gets along in this world . "Perhaps so," was iill Flint said. Dick was dis appointed. He felt that the fellow could not understand the position in which he would be placed. "It will be intolerable for you here," he explained. "You will not be able to stand it." Flint's face hardened. "I think I shall." "But you do not c o mprehend. It will take more cour age to get along here, as you will be compelled to do, th a n it will to fight this fellow." Flint l ooke
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• • T.IP TOP WEEKLY. that quite transformed it. This boy hungered for companionship. ''I told you about my father," he said. "He died four years ago. He was a poor man. when he died he had very little to leave to my mother. \Ve _liveci in a sm all country town. I was not able to earn much m o ney, but I did as much as I' could. I'll be honest; I think I was a g o od-for-nothing when my father died. Y oung as I was, I s mok ed and swore and was called a b a d b oy. Some of the old v\llQmen in the town said I ' d surely be hangetj. I was known as 'The Pirate.' I had never been to school much. I had been the tri a l of tnY mother ' s life. "I have a brother \d10 is younger than I. \i\Then he \Yas five years old he met with an accident that caused h i m to h a ve a crooked spine. He is now a weak, pale, s ickly little fell ow. He was always a good boy, and moth e r loved him.1 His name is vV, illiam . I cull him Billy, or Little Bill. " A fter father died everybo dy shunned us. The oth er boy s pointed at me and m ad e fa ces at, me a nd ta unted me. They use d to cry, 'The re goes the jail b i r d's son!' How I hated them! I u sed to chas e them and stone them. Vi/ hen I caught o n e of them a l o ne I g av e him a good b ea ting. Sometimes the r e we re too m an y of them, and all I could d o wa s to s w ea r at t h em . "Oh , yes ! I kn o w h o w to swe:lt. I t o ld you I w as a bad b oy. Will it m ak e a n y d iffere nce? I ' m a fraid y o u will de spis e me a f t e r all w h e n I t ell y o u! I'm a fraid you will n ot b e my fr i end ! But it is rig ht t ha t y ou should k n ow. I wo n ' t de c e i v e y ou; I w on't le t yo u be th , e fr ien d o f a fellow you mig h t hate if y o u kn ew the truth!"' "Don"t worry about that, Flint," said Diel.<, ear nestly , "Go on with y our st o ry , if you want to; f m t don't think you have to tell me a word. , It isn't ne c e s sary." "Oh, yes it is-yes, it is, now! You sl,1all know ev erything-everything. "There was one boy in town that I hated more than all the others . His father was the richest man in the place. I thought he had no right to have so mu c h money, such a fine ho use, such St)lendid horses, every th ing he wanted , whi'e my mo t her had to work. She did h a ve to work after father died. I said I did all. I could. At first I didn't. It was only after I came to re a lize the truth. It was only after mother fell ill from overwork. I remember the first day I went out to try to find some work. Nobody wanted me. I was the son of Jake Flint, the jail-bird! . I was the worst boy in the village. They did not trust me. I kept at it, and after a time I managed to pick up some work. "I remember mother's surprise when I brought her ' home the first money. I remember the way she looked at that money and at me. 'Where did you get this, Davy ?' she asked, and there was t rror in her voice. I knew what she meant, and I cried, 'I got it honestly, mother; I worked for it.' I know she was doubtful at first, for I-I-sometimes I had. not been perfectly truthful. But I convinced her. \Vhen she was satisfied that I had obtained that money honestly she me and cried and said I was a good boy. ."You don : t know how those words made me feel! A good boy! I knew I had not , been a very good boy. But that night I resolved to be different. I went off by myself and thought a long, long time. I vow ed that I would be different in" the future. When I beg a n to understand what I was, and what I was growing up to be as a man, I was ashamed. From that nig ht I was different. "But still the boys would have nothing to do with me. Barron Black, the rich man's son, whom I hated m o r e th a n all the rest, used to set them onto me. I to l d him that some clay I'd make him sorry. "I b e gan to understand that I was ignorant. I wanted to go to school, but I had to work, for mother n e ver g o t so she c pulcl work hard as before. But I b ega n t o study at night. Mother helped me some. It w as s l ow work , but I kept at it. I realized at last that I have an education if I meant to become any thi n g in the world. "I'm not go ing to make it a long st o ry. Mother wro t e two or thre e letters to her brother out in Cali forni a , but got no answers. Oh, it was hard pulling along, but we managed to live. Sometimes in the winter it was hard to get fuel and food both. And Little Bill felt the cold so much. His nose used to get blue. "Billy is the only real boy _ friend I ever had. He believed in me. 'You're awful good to mother and me, D a vy!' he would say. And he worried because I had to work and could not go to school, the way I wanted to do. I tried to make the best of it. But Bill knew everything, for I had to talk to somebody, and I didn't want to worry mother. "One day Barron Black and some of his chums set on me and gave me a terrible thumping. , I fough: the I

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' • 20 TIP TOP w EEKL Y. whole of them as long as I could stand, and I hit Black in the eye so that it puffed up tiil he could scarcely' se-e out of it. But they got the best of me. :;And when they had me helpless Black told them to tie my hands and feet, which they did. Then he knelt on riiy chest and struck me in the face with his fists and beat me till he was ' tired. "I can't tell you how I felt inside of me then. It was Cl. terrible feeling. I resolved to kill Barron Black. And that very night I ambushed him just at dusk, as he was cutting across lots from the baseball ground to his home. I jumped out from behind so;ne bushes and fell on him. He fought \Yith all his might, for he was frightened, and over and over I kept saying, 'I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!' At last I got hitn down. Then it was that he got out is knife somehow and opened it. He struck me with it and cut open my cheek just here where you see the scar. The blood ran over us both, and it made ine crazy. I choked him until he was black . in the face and I thought I had really killed him. When he lay still I picked up the knife it1 my fury and lifted it. Then I realized what I was / doi ng. I seemed to hear the words of the old women who had said J'd surely be hanged. I threw the knife far into some bushes "But I was not satisfied. I wanted to get even with Barron Black. I knew I was marked for life. I s tripped off his clothes, and when he came to his found himself tied to a tree in a sitting position, his arms and legs round the butt of the tree and fastened there . I had cut a thick switch, and with that I laced him across his bare back. I struck him four or five times and he screamed every time . All at once I bega11 to feel weak and faint. The blood was still running from my cheek, anq I fe lt that I migl{t be bleed ing to death. I dropped the switch and staggered ttnvartl home. Behind me I heard Barron Black shouting for help. "1 managed to get home, but I fell in a faint across the door stool when Little Bill opened the door . I frightened mot her nearly to death, for I was a bloody looking object. The doctor came and sewed up my cheek. After that I was ill for two days. And while I was ill men came to the house. I heard them talking ahd knew one was the sheriff. I heard him tell mother that Mr. Black meant to send me to the re formatory. "I don't know just why they didn't send me, but I think it was on mothet's account. When I came round all right she took to her bed, and she never got up again. Two months after that she died . When she was dying she ma'de me promise that I would never fight again as long as I lived-1...that I would never lift my hand in anger against any human being. "That," said Flint, "is why I cannot fight Chester Arlington." CHAPTER XI. FOR LITTLE BILL'S SAKE. Di ck listened spellbound to this simple, pathetic and tragic sto ry from the lips of Dave Flint, and never had anything moved him more. At last he understood why Flint would not fight, and he respected and hon ored the fellow for it . Once again he sprang up and offered his hand to Flint. "Yow shall not fight !b he said. "And Chster Arlington shall give you . no further trouble. I'll see to that." "No! no!" exclaimed Flint, earnestly. "You . shall not do that!" "Shall not?" "No." "vVhy ?" "Bec;rnse, don't you see, it would place me in a worse position than I , am now." "How?" "Every one would think me a coward hiding behind you. It would m ake them look at me with still greater contefnpt." Dicli was struck by the force of this logic. "Perhaps you are right,'' he admitted, "but that fel low must stop it. There must be a way to stop him, but I can't se e how. Personal force is the only thing that appeal s to him." "Let him alone. It is the only way. He'll get tired of it after a while. He can't keep it up forever." I

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TIP TOP WEEKLY. 2 1 "'Ana by the time ne gets tired of it he'll have most of the fellows do>vn on you." "Not with you for my friend, Dick Merriwell !" cried Flint. "That w'ill save me! That is the only thing!" ' Dick thought of Brad Buckhart, and he knew well enough there were others like Brad, who •vould shun Flint and hold him in disdain, ev e n though Dick showed friendship for the fellow. "If the boys knew your story--" beg a n Dick. "But they must not know it!" exclaimed the plebe . earnestly. "I tell it to no one. You are the first. If you were to tell there are many who would not understand. They would say, 'His fat]Jer died in pr. 1son, and he tried to murder another boy!' Can't y 1 see?" Dick nodded. " I think I can see, " he said; "and I have no doubt you are right. It \Yould be a mistake to try to win you any fri ends by telling your story." He doubted if even Buckhart would " take any stock" in Flint's story if it came from other lips than Flint's. "All r igl:it," nodded Merri well. "But they sliall see fhat I a m your friend, and Arlington had better leave you alone when you are in my company." He had made Flint very happy. The face of the fel low showed how grateful he was . :J $hould like to be one of your friends and tak'e part in the games and sport s , " he sa id; "but I can't afford it when it costs money .. , "You are putting your s elf through schoo l? " "No; my uncle is d oing that." "Your uncle?" "Yes; my mother s brother. He came some time after mother died. I had managed to pay all the fu ner a l e x pen s es. At last he had recei v ed one of her let ters. It told him what a 'good boy' I was, for it was written when m o ther wa.s , ery g r ateful because of the ch a n g e in me and 0when I was d oing my best to support her . U ncle B e n found out " h a t I had done for mother. He is a rough man, but he had some affection fof"' his sis t er. Once I heard him muttering to himself, and he said it would ha\'e been better if Billy had died . But But Dick had listened while looking into Dave's honhe took us both. He said outright that Billy would ale s t, earnest face, and he doubted no particular of the ::.tory. He felt that it was true in every word. Dick beheld the battle that had taken place within this boy's heart. He understood how Flint had struggled to conquer himself and his bad inclinations, and such a victory, Dick felt, was than that of an army in time of war. It is true that Dick Merriwell was in a position to sympathize with Flint because he, also, had known what it w:.s to do battle with himself. Once Dick had been wild and wayward and passionate, and he had been compelled to fight against all that. He had fought the good fight and the victory was his. So this handsome dark-eyed lad felt that there was a bon , d of sympathy between himself and Dave Flint. "Let them arl alone," said Dave. "It will come out right in the end . Most things do. And when things do not seem to come out right it often means that it is so in order to teach some great lesson." Dick wondered a little . Flint was something of a philoso pher , though in a crude way . ways be a burden, but that sometime I might help pay him back for anything he
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• 22 TIP TOP WEEKLY. Dave went to thJ table and pulled out a drawer, from which he took a bankbook. The book showed that he "But-but I haven't the money." "You shall have it!" declared Merri well. ''I'll see had deposited something more than fifty dollars in the to that!" Fardale Savings Bank." "You?" "But why are you doing this?" asked Dick. "Untie Ben will do nothing for Little Bill. He S
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TIP TOP WEEKLY I "Merriwell has taken up with that fellow just because I despise him," he said. "What does he think? Does he imagine I care a rap? Well, he'll find out I don't! Flint is a sneak. He told Merri well the boy was knocking down the pins with the wire. Same time I'll sqt1are up with him. He's the biggest coward I ever saw." Little Bill came. Dick accompanied Flint to the sta tion to meet his deformed brother. Bill came onto the platform as the train stopped. Dave sprang up the steps and caught the little chap in his arms. "Billy!" "Davy I'" Dick turned away, for in his eyes there was a mist. I Pretty soon he felt somebody touch his a\m, and he heard Dave Flint saying: "Bill, this is Dick Merri well, the best friend I ever Dave pointed out the different places of interest. "There, to the left, is the barracks building, in the rear is the gymnasium, and to the right you can see the baseball and football field." . "How I would like to go to school here!" said Bill. "Perhaps you may some day," said Dick Merriwell. They reached the academy, arid Dick left them. They were gazed at with no small curiosity by many of the cadets. Dick found Buckhart 111 their room, and a sudden idea 'came to him. "I am coming back m a minute, Brad," he S.jid. "Wait here." Then he went up to Flint's room and asked Bill to come down with him. Buckhart started when he saw the deformed lad. "This is Dave Flint's brother," said Dick. Later, when Little Bill had returned to his brother's had, excepting my mother. And he is your friend, room, Dick told Brad the story of Dave's sacrifice for ' too." Dic . k turned and saw a pathetic, yet smiling face turned up at him. He took the thin hand that was held out. . ' ,"I'm awful giad," said Little Bill, "that Davy has such a good friend here." There was an old way abotit him, as is the case with most deformed children. "And I am glad to be his friend-and yours," said Dick. They walked back to the academy. On the following day Dave would,. accompany his brother to see the doc tor. He had asked for permission to go and had re cei ved it. Little Bill was greatly interested to hear all about the school. He was eager to see it. He, told how Dave had mentioned Dick Merriwell in several letters. "It must be great to play football !" he said. "How I'd like to be big and strong and play football I" "You shall be big and strong sor;ne day, Billy," de clared Dave. when they came in sight of the academy buildings J?ill uttered a little exclamation of delight. "That is Fardale Academy!" he cried. his brother's sake. In spite of himself, Buckhart was impressed. "Well," he said, "I opine he may have some good qualities; but all the same he's an onery coward." At the first opportunity, Dick invited Dave and Little Bill to accompany him to the gymnasium. The three went down, the deformed lad being eager to see the interior of the building. • A number of boys were at work in the gym. Buck-hart was there, pulling at the chest weights. Arlington was there, doing stunts dn the flying rings. A lot of Chester's friends stood round admiring and applauding his feats. • When Arlington had finished, he started for the dr ssing-room. Either by accident or intent, he ran against Little Bill, who was slow i,n getting out of his way. uttered a cry of anger. "Get out, you pinch-faced, crooked little fool I" he ex claimed, giving Bill a thrust that sent him tumbling to the floor. ' A 'JY of fear and pain came frorl.1 the lips of the de formed 1 boy. To Chester it seemed that a iianther leaoed uoon him .. )

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TIP TOP \VEEKL Y. He saw a maniacal face before him, a pair o f wildly coward . I see I was p'It1mb wrong. vVill you accept . glaring eyes, two rows of gleaming white teeth. It was Flint! Arlington was crushed to the floor like a child, and Flint c ame down upon him. , He tried to away , but the boy with the sca r red cheek had the strength of Samson. Che s ter had not dreamed that such astound i n g strength lay hidderi in that thick figure and tho s e s tubbed fingers. Thos e fingers fastened on his throat and shut off his wind. He could not stir ; he was he l p le ss. T here was a murderous gleam in the face of Da v e F lin t . It seemed that he had been turned into a wild my apol o g y ?" "It's all right," said Dave. "But I'm sorry I did it! I'm so ashamed!" "Nothing to be ashamed of. The coyote deserved it. And I reckon he'll let you alone foreve r after this. Chet Arlington has learned a lesson to-day, and it'll do h i m a he a p of good." Brad w a s right. THE E ND. The Nex t Number ( 354) Will Contain beast without power to think or reason . He growled [)1(1{ l\1[RRIWll'S HLP; an d crushed his fingers into Arlington ' s windp'ipe. "Oh, Davy! Da v y! " screamed Little Bill. "Do n ' t Davy-please don't kill him!" Flint did not seem to h e ar. "Great Lord!" gasped Brad Buckhart. "He's stra ngling Arlington! Arlington is b l ack in the face! " I OR, Flint's Struggl e With Himself. Then Dick Merriwell crouched qui.ckly a t Arli ngton 's "DOWN THE SON OF A JAIL BIRD! " h ead, seized Flint by the shoulder s , and s a id: SAYS FAR.DALE . "Look here, Flint!" "Go 'way!" gra ted Flint. But he lifted eyes, and Dic k caught a n d h eld his glance. Viith all that mysteri o us p o \ \ e r at his c om mand , Dick looked stra i g h t into the e yes of Flint , w i ll-• ing that the fellow should obey him. • A Friend i n Ne ed-Dick .Merriwell Has the Courage o f tiis ConvictionsSets a ' Noble Example. "Take your hands from Arlin g ton's throat! " h e s a id. F ARDA L E SPECIAL, J an uary 8.-Ifs a hard prop o -Flint obeyed . sition for a b oy t o fac e the w o rld when his fathe r h a s "Get up! Yo u have nearly killed him." "My brother--" "Boys , " s aid Dick, "do somethi n g for Arli n g ton. He may croak now!" It was no e as y thing to revive Che s ter , who s e wind/ pip e seemed closed and crus h ed. When Arlington could b reathe in a painful way, they h e lped h i m up . Two of them supp o rted him. He turned his e yes o n Flint, and in his face there was a look of t erro r . "Help-me-to-my-room," he weak l y s a id. Brad Buckhart strode o ver to Flint. t "Say," he began , "I al!0w I wa s de a d wrong about yo u, a n d I want t o ap oJogize . I opined you were a died in j ail. His fath e r may ha v e been put there Yvith jus tic e or with out it , and y et the re s ults are the same . The son of that fat her faces a critical and discourag ing world. People brand the po o r fellow from the start. His is a han dica pped entry , but m o re than this , he is hunted and dri\'en fro m pillar to post. Well it t a kes courage to face s uch a prop o s iti on-suc h a prop o s ition a s D ave Fli11 t is faci n g in F a rdale to-day. vVill he s ucceed agains t s u c h he a vy odd s ? To an s w e r that it i s ne c e ssary t o find o ut wh a t a dv a ntages he has in his fay or. \Ve kn o w o f jus t tw o great p o ints o f vant age he ha s in his fav or. Read 354 and see if you can find out what are.

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• ., TIP TOP WEEKLY. NEW YORK, January 17, 1903. Term.A to Tip Top Weekl7 ato.11 !hobacrlbera. the king of all published weeklies, The Winner of the Orand Prize at the Paris World's Fair, TIP TOP But the second reason is just as important and cogent, namely, the high excellence of the letters written by our readers, which appear in this column. Indeed, these let ten; have been so highly praised that Street & Smith, always anxious to serve and benefit their great public, have decided to offer twelve valuable prizes for the twelve best letter;; received from Tip )'op readers in the next six months. These twelve pri zes will be TWELVE GOLD FOUNTAIN PENS of the highest grade. Now, then, all our ambitious young letter writers will br anxious to win one of these fine prizes. All you have to do is to follow these directions: Write a letter to Tip Top Weekly, discussing any feature of the famous publication, its characters, plots, ath letics, contests, tournaments or anything that impresses you especially; then write across the top ot it "Prize Letter," and send it to Street & Smith. So that the contest may be absolutely fair, the readers of Tip Top are to act as judges, and the letters which receive the greatest num ber of vtites will be awarded the prizes. Come on now, boys and girls! Show us which one of all our young Shakermeares are the best letter . writers. APPLAUSE. I'RIZE LETTER NO. 50. I have read the Tip Top from No. 312 up to the present number, 342, and I am very sorry I had not discovered it before. I am reading all the back n umpers I can get and I hope to get all of them . I buy each number as it comes, and can l\irdly wait from one Friday to the n<:>xt. I have just finished No. 342 and think Dick is the finest football player I ever knew of. I think the center-back play is fine and hope Dick will keep on with his great work. I think a great deal of Frank, Dons and Felecia, and I hope Felecia will become Hal's wife, as I think she would make him a good one. I think if the boys and girls of America would read this fine "Kin g of Weeklies" there would be less q:ime and harm done. I will close, wi shing success to Burt L. • Standish and Street & Smith. E.Dc;AR .McSTAN . Topeka, Kan. One more letter full of Tip Top praise. How will this stand in the contest? PRIZE LETTER NO. 51, "Tip Top Weekly!" What a flood of memories that name brings forth. It reminds me of the days I have spent traveling over the world with Frank .Merriwell and his jolly companions. It recalls to memory the time when he was crowned King, of Phantom I sland, defeated the plans of the Anarchists in Paris, attended the bullfight in Madrid, ran foul of more Anarchists in L ondo n , fought the Turks in Armenia, hunted big game in Ceylon and the human l eopards in India; discovered his old enemy, Wat Snell, in J apan, prevented the maniacal fire worshiper from flinging his daughter into the pit of flames, in the South Seas, became one of the mo s t d a ring engineerS' on the rnad during his short railroad experience, toured the country with his famous "True Blue" comp my, crossed the United States a wheel, acd la st, but not least, his many adventures in college. Now Dick is on the stage and we expect to be entertained as royally, if not more so, than in former times. I think the Tip Top Weekly is one of the greatest influences for good to the American youth ever printed. When a re ade r sits down to enjoy a perusal of this paper he is infallibly imprC'sscd with the spirit to be honorable and upright in his dealings with his fellowman. Neither is this feeling coupled with the thought that he obtained it from some old codger who is not hi s p a r ticula r friend and whose influence will soon die out. Along with this moral advancement comes the hint s for phy s ical development which hav e become a regular department af Tip Top, and will enable him to acquire a strong constitution without which great m ental attainments are im possible. I have spent many happy hours with the author of Tip Top and hope to spend many m o r e in the same way. H oping that Tip Top will long continue to help uplift th e com ing genera tion of America, along with its inimitable faculties of entertaining them, I r emain, yours truly, T. T. A. Montpelier, Ohio. A strong letter in favor of Tip Top, and one which should have a promin e nt place among the be st . Its writer ha s an appreciativ e mind and knows a good thing whe n he sees it. No wonder the n that his enthu sia sm i s expende d in1 favor of Tip Top. Pl eas e s end your street address . It is with pleasure th a t I write and tell you that I have been reading the Tip Top almost three years : a nd I find it i s the most interesting and entertaining book. I cannot find fault with any cf the characters, knowing well that to leave any of the.m out it wou ld spoil the sto ry . Most interesting are the grand r:;1d manly . le ssons taught to the young Amefican. If :;il young men would read such books as this, there would be less drinking and smok ing , which is killing t h ousands of youths these days. The Tip Top portrays faithfully the life character of a true Americ a n lad, one whose acts are worthy of emulation by every r c:ide r of Tip Top. They have been the mean s of strengtheningthe characters of m a ny youn g men and boys. so what more could any author desire of his works? Mr. Standish is a man who understands human nature better than the .majority of per sons, and who, j udgmg from his stories of Frank, is one of those broadminded persons whom we do not meet, or even hear of. verv often. I note, also, with pleasu re, the vast improvements in the

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z6 TIP TOP WEEKLY. last numbers, which arc too many to mention here. In reading the Tip '.J'o;> Weekly, it seems to the reader as if you were with Frank and Dick all the time, so true and fine arc the character5 portrayed. Starting with the time when Frank enters Fardale, following him to Yale, and then out West, where he is at work on a railroad, from there to the stage1 and then across the . ponri (as they call it) to London and Pans, and then back agam to Maplewood, and at last to dear old Yale, etc. The girls, too, must not be foi;gotten, as they play an important part. Now, in closing my letth, I wish to say, also, that I take great pleasure in reading t11e Applause Column, as it brings one in contact with brother and sister Tip Top readers. The Tip Top football tournament, which you have just started, is great-the best I ever heard of-as is also the Physical Culture Department and the Tip Top Prize Gallery, which every one must say is the b(.st and finest; but, taken as a whole, one cannot find words enough to express his appreciation of this "grand book." With three cheers for the be s t author in the world, and Street & Smith, and our dear ones at Fardalc, and wishing you success in future as in past, I remain, an ardent reader and admirer, Duluth Minn. THOMAS KAMINSKY. This letter was written by a liberal, thoughtful, and able writer, and an appreciative one, too. what he finds in Tip Top is the influen ce it exerts for goo d, and of which he tells us. That the characters in the stories are pleasing, and the different depart ments likewi se a source of ple asu re to him, we are grateful, and hope that he will be on the list of Tip Top 's friends for many y'ears. Write again. A new young " lady at Fardale, it scema, has come forward made her bow. Well, well, as each one comes, the more charmmg she is. Now..J. just let me whisper something for the benefit of the other Tip oppers. Miss June Arlington is going to put the oilier girls aropnd Fardale in the shade. Now, don 't. look skep tical and say "RMlly I" because ybu may sec your mistake later, and then you may feel kind of small. Ten to one Dick marries her when he does marry . ._ That's looking quite a long way ahead, I but the case justines it, as the doctors say. But, to throw 'aside all levity, and .to assume a serious aspect, is just the kind of a girl to attract a young fellow like Dick1 Just as '.Inza Burrage did Frank in the old Tip Tops . In fact1 snc is an exact counterpart of lnza. Of course, these are my opmions, and you have, all, a right to think what you wish, but look out you don't have another think comi'1g to you in the future. Pleaae publish this letter, as I would to see what the Doris cllampions think of my "foo!ishnes5." You,rs truly, PERCIVAL. A regular "Juneite" you seem to be, with your laudatory remarks and opinions on Miss "June." She is a great girl, and it Is little wonder that she commands such a host of admirera. I wish you would publish the below in the "Applause Column" of ilie Tip Top Weekly. I think It is a fine book. I have read nil, but a few up to date. Ted Smart and Brad Buckhart arc !'!!)' favorites, also Frank. Doria is the girl for Dick. I like Hal Darrel very much. Hoping to see thi5 in the Tip Top next number, I am, yours truly, . R. P. S. Terre Haute, Ind. 1 Many thanks for your timely praiae of Tip Top.. I write iliese few lines to biclc and Doris: . , I Let not our friendship be like the rose-to sever, I J'.ut, like the evergreen, may it last forever. Our friendship is a gcrlden link that binds us two torethcr, .'\nd if the link you do not we will be friends forever. Gras s m ay wither, flowers may die; Friends may forsake you, but never will I. As snre as come your wedding day, a broom I'll send To make your married life a gay one. I r e mains, yours resp ectfully, Jos. PERKIN. You are qui te a poet, and your verses are very good. I am sure if Dick sh o uld see them, Doris would be the only girl in the worlri for him. As I have been reading Tip Top for quite a long time, I con sider it my du ty to write and tell you how much I iliink of that weekly. w hid1 I ;idore. It is doing so much for the present l;mcr;lt; v :i :hat I can"t oS my admiratio:1. I think Burt L. has reached the top round of the literary ladder, and has accom plished the art of authorship so well that he is to be classed as a first-class author. I enjoy reading Tip Top, and can hardly wait for the next issue. I'll close now, with three cheers for Dick and Doris! Hoping to see this in Applause , l remain , Chicago, Ill. L. B. II., A Constant Reader. Many thanks for your timely prni s c , and we join with you in three cheers for Dick and Doris, and add o ne for our readers. I a111 a constant reader of the Tip Top, and have read it from the first issue up. I have just finished reading No. 344 , and think "it is the goods." Now, my reason s in writing are to ask a few questions, and to praise th e work of our author, Burt L. In regard to the matter of Dick's love affair (we may as well call it that), I think that Dick ha s made a serious mistake in in" between Hal an d Doris. The early history of Hal and Dons is, ev idently, very familiar with the reader, and, as we all know, Hal h as looked forward to the day when he would be united with a stronger bond than mere friendship and into the bonds of matrimony with fair Doris . Now, reader, imagine yourself in Hal's place! Do you wonder why Hal has lost his head over this affair when he sees another fellow (no matter who he is) step in and "cut him out" of his sweetheart. Now, the question is this: Hal i s st .ill deeply in love with Doris; Dick is sensib le; he claims that no girl has as yet turned his head; but his actions show that he h as hopes that he may be something more than a friend to our. new friend, June Arlington. I think that June is the girl for Diek. She is brave and fearless; likes a joke, and a very sensil•lc girl. What if she has a brother like Chester Arlington? You cannot judge her by her r elatives. She has proven herself to a roung lady to whom we should look up to with respect. Think this over, reader, and I think that you will favor Miss June. \\'ith good luck to all who are concerned in this weekly, and be st wishes to Burt L., its author (may he ever be in good health), and success to Tip Top, I remain, ]AMES B. AUSTIN. Detroit, Mich. Dick's love affairs seem to be the matter for all consideration just at present. One favors Doris, another June, and still another Felecia. What will the final settlement of it all be? Let us be patient, neither anticipating or prophesy ing, but just wait and see . Wo may be sure it will be a satisfactory . choice; but, as yet, ou r young hero is very young, and we should let some time elapse before we have him married to one fair maiden or another. I would ' like very much to cxpres3 my opinion on the Doris Fel ecia question. I am one of Doris' hot-tempered girl ad mirers. Although Felecia is very sweet and true, she is not the gid for Dick. Two dark heads together would never do. I hope Hal Darrell will fall in love with her and then things will go on smoother. Dick may think for a while that he loves Feleci;i best; bnt beautiful Doris is the girl for bur handsome, da s hing hero. She loves aim with a deep, true love, and down in his heart he also loves her. Besides, who is too good for-our golden haired queen, our gentle, true and loving Doris? But listen , Dorisites, we have another enemy to fight for our queen-June Arlington. So come, all ye gallant Dorisites, and let us down with June Arlington forever and bring to the front our blue-eyed queen, where she may reign in peace forever. A Hor-HEADED DoiusJTE. All you "Dorisitcs" seem to be hot-headed when your queen is the subject of discussion. Well, you have a worthy one in Doris, and she most loyal subjecta. Having rcad'Tip Top off and on for two years, I would like to contribute to your Applause column. I have just finished No. 34z . '! ' he description of the football game was fine. I consider Dick fine athlete and congratulate him on the success of his team. I e.m a firm friend of Dick, Brad, Singleton, Smart, Tubbs and Bradley, and also Gardner. This sub-end and plebe I think a good bit of and would like to see more about him in the letter to his mother was what attracted my attentio "n. Hoping I did not write too much, I am, yours truly, M. D . H. P. S.-Hurrah for June Arlington, Doris and Felecia! Pa. • You seem to be a lover of the gridiron. Little wonder, then, that Dick Mcrriwell is one of your heroes. Follow bs i,;unc5 se
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Ii TIP TOP ALL AMERICAN TOURNAMENT FULL PARTICULARS OF THE GREAT All AMERICAN TOURNAMENT AND OTHER FOOTBALL FEATURES WIL L BE FOUND EVERY WEEK IN TIP TOP WEEKLY 550 Regulation Rugby Footballs Awarded as Prizes .e s D D D THE GREATEST PRIZE OFFER EVE R MADE f oha F 0 LL 0 WI NG ARE T H E S C 0 RES F 0 R THE WEE H 1 Jolly Rogers (Jersey City. N. ].): A . C. (Hoboken). o. Jolly Rogers-C. F. Neergard; re; D. I. Meade, rt; F. Cramp ton, r g; M F.'Pratt, c; E. R. Kennedy. I g: G. :\I orris, 1 t; E . L. Allen, 1 e; N. Langdon , q C. Phillips, r h b; S . Field, 1 h b; S. Hedges, f b. D. A. C.-C. Godwin, r e; D. God\\'in, r t; T. "1ickwire, r g ; F. McCarroll, c; E. J o nes, 1 g; F. Simmons, 1 t; M. Goodwin, 1 e; F. Woods. q; E. :\.Jnrphy, r h b; D. Smith, I h b; F. Bord111an, f b. :\Ianager-A. K. Penn State A. C. (Philadelphia, Pa.), 21; Keystones, o. Penn State A. C.-T. Brown, r e; F . Clark, r t; B. Welsh, r g; J. Wadsworth, c; C. Cooke, 1 g; B. Finlest, 1 t; L. Lawrence. I e; W. Stevens, q; B. Carhart, r h b; D. Collins, 1 h b; E. Dllnham, f b. Keystones-D. Coit, r e; M. Ford. r t; F. Wilson, r g; R. Dunn, c; C. H. Peters, 1 g; S . Kelly, I t; T. Burns, 1 e; M . Hutchison, q; J. Arnold, r h b; T. Magrath, 1 h b; C. M. John so n , f b. l\Ianage r-H. Harrison . Minute Mert A. C. (Concord, N. H.), 21; B. H. A . C. (Conco r d, N. H .), 6. Minute Men A. C.-Joe Murdock, re; A. Brown, rt; K. Harvey, r g; C. E. Sylvester, c; M . Starr, I g; L. D. Russell, l t; K. Price, 1 e; A. B Allen, q; C. Kellogg, r h b; B. E. Luckenback, I h b; Ed. Richards, f b. B. H . A. C.-Chas. Co1dier, r e; ]. J oseph, r t; W. Wolcott, r g; A. C. Carter. c: D . Hanna, 1 g-; Ed. Grover, 1 t: Alf. R ussell, 1 e; C. Field, q; L. Ba rn es, r h b; M. Talcott 1 h b: H. Ross i ter, f b. Manager-Ed. Street. Exce1sior A . C. (Chicago, I ll.), 23; Defiance A. C., o. Excelsior A. C.-H. Hosmer , r e; A. Baker, r t; T. Hogan, r g; N. Boga r t, c; B. Bogart, Jr., 1 g; H. L oushaw, 1 t; D. Kil lagan. 1 e; M. Gordon, q; G. H. Bennett, r h b; R. L. Day, 1 h b; B. March, f b. Defiance A. C.-C. Otis, r e; ;: C. Rushmore. r t; N.. Crandall, r g; M. Vandervere, c; F. Hutchinson, 1 g; E . Hillary; 1 t; M. Hotchkiss, 1 e; D. M i lls, q; C. Putnam , r h b; H . rCorbett, I h b; C. Fiske, f b. Manager-W. Pugh. L. P A. C. (Alkgheny, Pa.), 28; D . R. A. C., 6 . L. P . A. C.-1. Lawrence, r e ; H. Parker, r t; ]. Pierso n , r g; J . Woods, c; H. Rountree, 1 g; W. Rountree, 1 t; G. Dobbins. 1 e; P. Thompson, q; W. Tell, r h b; G. Wetzel, 1 h b; N. Barry, f b. D. R. A C.-F. Roberts, r e; F. Manning, r t ; D. Panoff, r g; G. Levine, c; P. D. Doyle, 1 g; H. Backus, 1 t; R. Hurst, 1 e; M. Rafel son. q; R. Moses, r h b; F. J o h nson, 1 h b; ]. Orgcl, f b . Manager-H. Adams. Moonshiners (Louisville, Ky.), 23; Acton A. C. (Louisville), o. Moonshi ners-B. :\f. West, re; A. K. Da,ics, rt; D. C. Hogan, r g; A. Ba r ry, c; Ed. v\lright, 1 g; Fred. Bell, It; A. Pea1 son, I e; J . I I Brazier, q; T. ]. Willis, r h !J; A. Post, 1 h b; M. Duck, f b. Acton A. C.H. Sh c llcy, r e; A. Pierce, r t; M. Y. Pierce, r g; D . Herrick, c; K. Poole, I g; L. R oberts, I t; H . K. Paul , I e; A. H. Lawrence, q; M. D. Hutchin. so n , r h b ; G. Gre e ne , l h b; E. C. Cole, f b. l\1anager-L. G ifford. Oak lands ( i ' vlilwaukee, Wis.), 27; Garrett A. C . ( Mi l wa uk e e), 6 . Oaklands-W'. Lott, r e; E. Matthews, r t ; F r e d . Scott , r g; C. D;nP.'f'P . c ; B. 1-1. Whiting. I g; Geo. Holmes, 1 t; D. Stuart , 1 e; W. Cassidy, q; H . Peters, r h b; A. G . McNei l , I h b ; D. Henry, f b. Garrett A. C.-H. Hotchki ss, r e; L. P . Fiske , r t ; E d. Putna m; r g; P. Corbtt, c; E. Kalley, 1 g; B. Rodney , I t; A. H . Haske ll, 1 e; C. Williams, q; M. Ward, r h b; D . C. Barke r , 1 h b ; A. Gray, f b. Manager-W. S. P r ice. lnvincibles (Paterson, N. ].), 29; Eagle A. C. (Pater so n ) , o . Invincibles-D. Rict. r e; A . H. Brooks, r t; K . B ailey, r g ; D. Steve ns; c; A. 0. Wells, l g; M. Smith, 1 t; Geo. G arfie ld , 1 e; Dave Carroll, q; Ed. l\Ianning, r h b; H. McKeon, 1 h b; B. K. Williams, f b. Eagle A. C.-A. Starr , r e; M. Fran klin, r t; K. Stuart r g; D Hopkins, c; E. H. Sanbo rn , 1 g; C. As h , 1 t; A. Wiggins, 1 e; D. Baker, q; S. Lane, r h b; Geo. B enedict, I h b; H. Holmes, f b. Manager-E. D. Pie rce. Batte r y A (Buffalo, N. Y.), 35; R. 0. A. C. (Niagara), 9. Battery A-L. Parker, r e; K. D. J o n es, r t; P . Lawrence, r g; H. Godfrey, c; Geo Gregory, 1 g; Al. Mills, 1 t ; A. Mars h all, I e; D. E. A n d r ews, q; M. Scot t , r h b ; H. Foster, I h b; A. C. Hall, f b. R. 0. A. C.-H. Steele, r e; Ed. McKin ney, r t; G. Flint, r g: B. E. Bogardus, c; A. L ewis, 1 g; D. Hathaway, J r., 1 t; K. Butle r , 1 e; M. Sproule, q; A. H . Me r w i n, r h b; C. Putnam, 1 h b; D. Grace, f b. Manager-B. A. Christy. Croton A. C. (Ci ncinnati, 0.), 39; Oglethorps (Mt. Auburn), 7 . Croto n A. C.-B. E. H ave ns, r e; D. Wells, r t ; Will William son, r g; C. B r ower, c; A. E . Bowden, 1 g; B. Lawrence, l t ; K. Wright, I e; L. M. Davidson, q; D. Scribne r , r h b; 1\1. Carve r, 1 h b; A. C. Ward, f b . Ogletho rps-A. Woodruff, re; H . Fulk r, rt; D. Jarvis, r g; Geo. Lethbridge, c; E. Packer, I g; K. Cutler, I t; H. Butler, 1 e; Ed. Pierce. q; A. ]. Butler, Jr .. r h b; B. R oberts, 1 h b; A. Kah n, f b. Manager-D. C. Hemnus. . Crescents (St. Louis, Mo.), 23; C. T. W. A. C. (Kirkwood), o. Cresce nts-M. Peters, r e; K. Conrow, r t; A. Sayre, r g; D. C. Burns, c; Ed. Koech l , 1 g; A. Towle, 1 t; P . S n iffe n ; l . e; M . Dinzey, q; Geo. Hyde, r h b; Al. Cochran. 1 h b; Chas. A n d r e w s , f b. C. T. W A. C.-C. Jones, r e; H. Doug-lass, r t; C h as . Emerson, r g; Ed. Pinkerton , c; D. Shaw, 1 g; Geo. G uthri e , 1 t; E. Par ker, I e; D. Busby, q; L. Leonard, r h b; M. K. Bowe n , J h b; C. Gill, f b. Manager-H. Donald. Twentieth Century A. C. (Trenton , N. J.), 27; Bl ue Birds (Trenton, N. J.), o . Twe ntieth Century A. C.-C. E. Willis, re;. Fred. Howard , r t; H. Jorda n, r g; Alf . Bailey, c; D. Krcmentz, 1 g; H. K. Hilly e r, I t ; W. Weston, I e; Geo . Davis, q; A . West, r h b ; M. P olla k,

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TIP TOP WEEKLY. 1 I). b; D. Draphlne, f b. B"Jue Birds-A. D. Corbett, r e L. Ch;mdler r t; M. P ;i.noff, r g; Ed. Carter, c C. Seymour, -i g; A. Hall, i t; H. McPherson, I e; M. Daly, q; l. Kennard, r h b; D. Berri, I h b; A. C. Woodworth, f b. Manager-K. Windsor. All Stars (Rochester, N. Y.), 30; Eggcrton A. C., o. All St;irs-R. J opes, r e; T. Lo.ngmore, r t; R. J ar:nison, r g; T. Tompkin,s, c; Q. Lewis, I g; M. Dunton, I t; J. N. Bassin, I e; }... Murray, q; W. B. Brinsmaide, r h b; T. Farrell, 1 h b; G. Williams, f b. Eg!fr:erton A. C.-L. Tomson, r e; R. Behring, r. t; S. Allen, r g; F. B. Doyle, c; R. L. Dayton, I g; S. K. Still man1 1 t; F. Short, I e; F. Fredericks, q; N. Bishop, r h .b; R. Looker, 1 h b; N. Bealer, f b. Manager-R. T. Long. Young Bloods (New York City), 20; The Terrors (New York City), 8. Young Bloods-P. Till, r e; D. Appleton, r t; L West, r g; M. Walt, c; N. Benyon, I g; W. Swift, 1 t; P. Lovelace, I e; N. Lo(:kwood, q; B. Ruementz, r h b; L. Davies, I h b; S. Willard, f b. The Terrors-A. Armstrong, r e; B. Tilford, r t; D. Steven, r g; M. Karuly, c; D. <:;rawford, 1 g; E. Wright, l ,t; L Francis, I e; K. q; A. Wills, r h b; B. Graves, I h b; C. Doyle, f b. Maua::rer-B. Gaylord. The kaders (Jefferson, Mo.), 28; The Preps (Jefferson), 12. The Laders-D. Eldrige, r e; B. McCorbele, r t; A. Conklin, r g; M. Stay?e, ci..{\. pavi,s, 1 g; s .. Wells, It; S. Abra.ham, 1 e; K. Loeser, q, D. wellmgton, r h b, M. Condon, I h b, N. Bullard, f b. The Preps-B. Keller, r e; E. Shaw, r t; K. Guthrie, r g; B. Frank, c; D. Mellin, 1 g; E. Buckholst, I t; C. Crampton, 1 e; A. Foster, q; M. Hogan, r h b; H. Bradley, I h b; L. Barry, f b. Manager-K. Wetzel. D. R, A. C,. (Raleigh, N. C.), 25; Cantor A. C. (Raleigh), o. D..t R. A. C,.......G. JvfcCorkle, r e;y F. West, r t; T. Prout, r g; R. ::iilliman,_ <;:; T. Glo;'er, I g; J. .t:1 Raymondd t; E. D. Russell, I e; T. R. Bissell, q; f. N. W 1ggms, r h b; N. Alleman, I h b ; R 'f, Wil$On, f b . Cantor A. C.-E. L. Bartley, r e; W. M. Hutchinson, r t; R. Mathewson, \" g; R. S. Williamson, c; D. Pouett, 1 g; R. N. Lewis, I t; S. C. Hall, 1 e; T. McGoldrick, q; T. Balarker, r t; A. Dobson, r g; C. Williams, c; D. Chanler, I g; L. Elmwood, I t; E. Andrews, I e; G. Douglass, q ; G. Greenough, r h b; H. Talmage, 1 h b ; A. Baker, f b. The Bomos-A. Thompson, r e; B. Myers, r t; C. Cordier, r g; S. Tyler, c; :rvI. Fanning, 1 g; H. Masters, I t; E. Pierce, I e; B. Fodqy, q; A. Bird, r h b; 0. Lemuel, 1 h b; P. Josephs, f b. Manager-R. Crawford. The Rounders (Troy, N. Y.), 30; The H. School (Troy), 20. The Roundi:rs-H. St. John, : e; G. Astor, r t; B. Roberts , r g; K. Garrett, c; M. Wells, I g; L. Lane, I t; G. Gray, 1 e; H. Price, q; C. George, r h b; C. Smith, I h b; L. Wellington, f b. The H. School-R. Maher, r e; 0. Harned, r t; K. Ford, r g: H. Davol, o; N. Donald, 1 g; M. March, It; t. Billington, 1 e; D. Billington, q; L. Foster, r h b; N. Peabody, I hp; M. Wells, f b. ManagerA. Barker. Bellwood A. C. (Nashville, Tenn.), 4$; B. R. T. A. C. (Nashville, Tenn.), o. Bellwood A. C.-G. Lem son, r e; R. Livingstone, r t; C. Ackin, r g; F. Smithers, e; T. Hooker, I g; R. Dana, 1 t; G. S. I e; C. Toppen, q; T. A. Adderson, r h b; T. R. I h b; R. N. Long, f b. B. R. T. A. C.-T. A g gers, re; F. B. Doyle, r t; T. 11. C. Rochford, r g; J. A. Brady, c; H. Michaelis, I g; T. Levine, I t; R. S. Brown, I e; T. Trumpp, q; P. R. Helpin, .' b; Chas. Walter, I h b; 0. Skinner, f b. Manager-C. T. Linea weaver. Cadet A. C. (Annapolis, Md.), 34; E. R. A. C., o. . Cadet A. C.-;R. Appleton, r e; C. Daly, r t; T. Palton, r g; P. Lenon, c; (:. N. Thomas, 1 g; C. B. De Camp, 1 t; C. P. Kitchel, I e; N. A. Smith, q; T. A. Clark, r h b; G. P. Day, I h b; C. W,, Mills, f b. E. R. R. C.-G. Barry, r e; H. De Forrest, r t; R. L. Murgens, r g; S. R. c; C. L. Merrill, I g; T. J. Fisher, I t; R. N. Mason, I e; T. B1llmgs, q; R. Dougherty, r h b; B. R. Kaufman, l h b; C. Hedge, f b. Manager-N. A. Smyth. H. I. A. C. (Harrisburg, Pa.), 20; A. U. A. C., o. H. I. A. C.-r-B. Harris, r e; J. r t; C. L Cartel, r g; P. Abee!, c: T. N. Steel, 1 g; C. Richards, I t; T. lood, 1 e; R. Ful!{er, q; B. Tillison, r h b; R. S. Chapman, I h b; N. Bondman, f b. A. U. A. C.-N. C. Fane, r e; D. R. N age!, r t; B. Congdon, r g; T. S. Snyder, c; W. Fletcher,!' g; S . R. Bleekman, 1 t; T. Car-rol!i_ 1 e; D. McN augbton, q; M. Engles, r h b; B. Bard, 1 h b; S. lJ. Snell, f b. Manager-R. S. Chapman. Big Four Central (Maywood, Ill.), 17; West End (Maywood, , Ill.), o. Big Four Central-Chester Fuller, r e; George Bliss, r t; Geo.. Whalen, r g; Conrad Withinberg, c; Walter Pl.umber, 1 g; James Kervin, 1 t; Clarence Burgoyne, 1 e; Harry q; Ralph De Grasse, r h b; Benj. Stewart (capt.), I h b; Abe Stewart, f b. Manager-Benj. Stewart. West End-Louis McAvoy, r e; Ray mond McA voy, r t; Charles Mcintyre, r g; George Hienmen, c; Nelson Miller, I g; Julius Rujafske, 1 t; Fred Holenza, 1 e; John Armstrong, q; Albert Welch (capt.), r h b; Spalding Hughes, 1 h b; Abe Samuels, f b. Manager-Albert Welch . Big Four Central (Maywood, Ill.), 12; West End (Maywood, III.), o. Big Four Central-(Regular team.) West End-(Regular team.) Big Four Central (Maywood, Ill.), 5; Melrose (Maywood, Ill.),o. Big Four team.) Melrose-Philip Smith, r e; worth Doolittle, r t; Albert Fleming, r g; Alfred Moore, c; Roy Bohlander, I g; Harry Young (capt.), It; Donald Younge, I e; William Thomas, q; Earnest Peterson, r h b; Albert J eshke, I h b; Pascal Kafree, f b. Manager-Harry Young. Mada Ilion (Los Angeles, Cal.), II; Gardens (Gardena, Cal.), o. 1fadallion-Burnetts stephens, r e; Roberts, Snyder, r t; A. LeBrand, r g; G. Finch, c; C. Morris, I g; H. Lee, Ridder, I t; Bert Roberts, le; Rays, Hays, q; Winnie Page (capt.), r h b; Macy, I h b; R. A. Page, f b. Manager-R. A. Page. Bu rg, r e; Coy Sybley, r t; Bert 1IcGraw, r g; Buck Beggs, c; Hoyle, I g; Brann, I t; L. Burg, F. Rays, 1 e; Daner, q; Hogan, r h b; Scher (capt.), I h b; Martin, f b. Madallion (Los Angeles, Cal.), IO; Bishop A. C. (Los An, gel es, Cal.), o. Madallion-(Regular team.) Bishop A. C.-Theburg, re; Toman, r t; Dreger, r g; Birdsall, c; Morgan, I go; Balentine, 1 t; Door, 1 e; McConnel (capt.), q; Simson, r h b; Easrct, 1 h b; Wolf, f b. Manager-r-R. A. Page. Madallion (Los Angeles, Cal.), 33; Loo Loos (Los Angel ) , o. Madaliion-(Regular team.) Loo Loos-Wright, re; Burns, r t; Coffin. r g; Curcass, c; Howe (capt.), I g; De Salla, It; White, I e; Wiliiams, q; Raymer, r h b; Glendon, I h b; Dillion, f b. Sterling A. C. (San Francisco, Cal.), 8; All Stars (South San Francisco, Cal.), o . Sterling A. C.-C. Duncan, r e; B. Gallagher, Dill, r t; Bradley, Clancy, r g; McKinnon, Ribbirsh, c; Bums, I g; Ewing, I t; Thompson, Lears, I e; Elder, q; Butterworth, r h b; Teich ners (capt.), I h b; Boyd, f b. Manager-Carl C. Carter. All Stars-J oslen. r e; Donnelly, r t; Treanor, r g; Gray, Carroll, c; Barron, 1 g; Nitson, Popper, It; Kelley (capt.), I e; Orlow, q; Haig, Leslie, r h b; Kainlade, I h b; Brandon, f b. Sterling A. C. (San Fn1ncisco, C
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I , TIP TOP WEKLY. '' / Hunter, q ; T . Ross, r h b ; P. Smith, 1 h b ; 0. Lar sen , f b. M a n age r-Earl C. Carter. Blue Bells (New Haven, Conn.), II; Winch esters (New Haven, Conn.), 5. Blue Bells-J . Carroll, r e; A. Stockman, r t; Treichel, r g; H en ni ge r, c; Houz, I g; F. Car.r oll, l t; B. Stockmar.i (e<1pt.), I e; Morrisy, q; Nolan, r h . b; Ha.wlcy, l h b; Hopp, f b. Manager-August J. Loewenstem. Wmchesters-Boul, r e; Gumen, r t; l\Iestice, r g; Sadon, c; Ruger, I g; Jannas, l t; Barsley, l e; O'Niel, q; McManus, r h b; Hogan, I h b; Scherer (capt.), f b. Manager-William A. Scherer. Regular (New Haven, Conn.), 40; Comets (New Haven), 7. Regular-(Regular team . ) Comets-Britt, r e; Keely, r t; Savge, r g; Gambler, c; Blackman, 1 g; Cramer, 1 t; Gershberg (capt.), le; Bitzer, q; Davison, r h b; Roberts, I h b; Norton, f b. M a na ger-Otto Bitzer. City Stock Yards (Denver, Colo.), II; Scrubs (Denver), o . City Stock Yards-(Re gul a r team.) Manager-\;\,', F. L y man. Scrubs-Gorman, r e; S c hiltz, r t; Smiley, r g; Lars, c; Keith, 1 g; \lviem e r, 1 t; Sheldon, I e; Bliss, q; Newmyer, r h b; Comstock, 1 h b; Lee, f b. ' C ity Stock Yards (Denver, Colo.), II; Howard J unio r s (Denver), o. City Srock Yards-(Regular team. ) Manager-W. F. L!!y man, Howard Juniors-Bull, r e; Slack, r t; Thormstead, r g; Ortley, c; Sale, 1 g; Munsy, l t; Custard, 1 c; Murry, q; Castern, r h b; Edwards, l h b; Suttan, f b. City Stock Yards (Denver, Colo.), 16; Harvard J u ni o rs (Denver, Co lo.), o . City Stock Yards-(Rcgular team.) Manager-\V. F. Leym a n. Har\'ard Juniors-Buel, r e; Slack, r t; Thormslead, r g; Cutly, c; Sale, I g; Munsy , 1 t ; Custard, 1 e; Murry, q; Castor, r h b; Edwards, 1 h b ; Suttan, f b. Covington (Youngstown, 0.), 19; Parme lee (Youngstown), 2 . Covington-Franklin, r e ; Woolf, r t; Cartwright, r g; Sylvas, c; J a m es, 1 g; 1 t; Purnell, I e; Sugded, q; Patton, r h b; Beddow, l h b; Wilkoff (capt.), f b . Manager--Beddow. Parmelee-vV ebb, r e; Ball, r t; Thomp son, r g; Williams, c; O'Brien, 1 g; L. Bird, l t; Springer , 1 e; L ewis, q; C. Bird, r h b; Price, 1 h b; McLean, f b. Manager-Lewis. Covington (Youngstown , 0.), 50; Wick (Youngstown), o. Coving-ton-(Regular team). Manager-Beddows. Wood St. -Cardella, re; Vaughn, rt; Stienc r , r g; P. Welch, c; Chalk, 1 g ; J. W clch, l t; P. Brennan, l , e; B. Welch, q; J. Brennan, r h b; J . Welch, 1 h b; M. Farragher, f b . Manager-Vaughn. Covington (Youngstown, O')", Wick Ave. (Youngstown), o. Covington-(Regular team.) Manager-Beddow. Wick Ave . -A. Wilson, r e; T. Wilson, r t; Stien, r g; Ford, c; Hausmer, 1 g; Maag, 1 t; Burton, 1 e; Benson, q; Wells, r h b; Peck, r h b; Lemont, f b. Manager-Ford. , Covington (Youngst own, 0.), 12 Parmel ee (Youngstown), o. Covington-(Regular team.) Manager-Beddow. ParmeleeWebb, r e; Ball, r t; Thompson, r g; Williams, c; O'Brien, 1 g; F. Bird, 1 t; Springer. 1 e; Lewis, q; C. Bird, r h b; Price, 1 h b; McLean, f b . Manager-Lewis. Covington (Youngstown , 0.), 30; Wick Ave, (Youngstown), o . Covington-(Regular team.) Maf)ager-Beddow. Wick Ave. -A. Wilson, r e; T. \il/ilson, r t; Stien , r g; Ford, c; Hausmer, I g; Maag, 1 t; Burto n , l e; Benson, q; Wells, r h b; Lemont, 1 h b; P eck, f b. Manager-Ford. , Resolute. A. C. (New Yok City), 18; Hurons (Astoria, L. I.). o. Resolute A. C.-(Regular team.) Hurons-Glaix, r e; Mon a h a n , rt; Donohue , r g; Hall, c; GubnerJ g; I ver, 1 t; Johnston, I e; q; Cloonan, r h b; Sheriden, l h b; McKeuna, f b. Manager-M. Sheridan. Resolt1te A. C. (New York), 39; Lafayett e (Jersey City), o. Resolute C.-(Regular team.) Lafayette-Snyder, r c; James, r t: Condo n , . r g; Bernard, c; Kelley, 1 g: Miller, 1 t; Murray, 1 e; McKeever, q; Stokes, r h b; Lane, 1 h b; Holladie, f b : Manager-E. Anderson. Milo, Jr. (Milo, 0.), 46; Eureka, Jr. (Leonard, 0.), o. Milo, Jr.-W. Willard, re; F. M iller, rt; G. Griffin, r g; J. H utc h ison, c; Garrison, l g; J. Simpson , l t; J. Welch, 1 e; K. Strain, q; R. Wigmore, r h b; E. Johnston, I h b; S. Buckerficld, f b. Manager-K. Strain. Eureka , Jr.-J. Klein, r c; F. Lowery, r t; W. Williams, r g; G. Weber, c; C. M i ller, 1 g; W. Miller, 1 t; q Hartman, l e; W. Bohm, q; G. Johnston, r h b; M. McElhinny, l h b; E. Edwards, f b. Edwards. Brunswick (Brunswick, Me.), 64; (Brunswick), o. Brunswic.k-Fessler 'I-. r e; Kaylor, r t; J . Sludtler, r g; Kru,11, c; Woodbridge, l g; Loo;,ier, l t; Steele, 1 e; :1'1crea, q; Davis, r h b; Hamlet, 1 h b; T. Shideler, f b. Merrymeeting-Phillips, r e; McMillan, r t; De Windt, r g; Strong, c; Blish, 1 g; Hagar, 1 ' t . ; Mayser, 1 e; O'Connell, q; Hemenway, r .h b; Stark, I h l:>; Clark, Stevens, f b . Manager-Peck. Brunswick' (Brunswick, Me.), 58; C. A. A. (Brunswick, Me.), o. Brunswick-(Regular team.) C. A. A.-(Rcfused to give lineup. Manager-Peck. Brunswick (Brunswick, Me.), 48; Wand J. (Brunswick, Me.), o. Brunswick-( Regular team.) Wand ].-.Hoy er, r e; Hedrick, r t; Carmack, r g; Prendergast, c; Huntington, 1 g; Creighton, l t; Waters, 1 e; Coons, q; Browne, r h b; Crowe, 1 h b; f b . Manager-Peck. Brunswick (Brunswick, Me.), II; Castle Casco (Freeport, Me.), 5. Brunswick-(Regular team . ) Cast l e Casco-Bugby, r e; Mc Curdy, r t; McLaren, r g; Schroeder , c ; Ashley, 1 g; Hamlin, l t; Offinger, 1 e; Dr. Page, q; Elliott, r h b; Cornel! , I h b; Arm strong, f b.
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• ; .I TIP TOP \\rEEKL ". burns-Hayes, r .e; Shanohan, r t; Brosnahan, r g; Thomas, c; Eatchel, 1 g; Burns, I t: Hadley, 1 c; Kelly, q; Grimes, r h b; Gilday , I h b; f b . Manager-Brenan. B. H.B. C. (Charles t own), 12; Union A. C. (Charlestown), o. B. H. B. C.-(Rq :;ular team). Manager-E. Sullivan. Unio n A. C.-McLaugbi1E, r e; Burns , r t; Maho ney, r g; Richy, c; Nickson, . 1 g ;-D o r et h y . I t; Kanney, I e; Tibbits, q; Rowland, r h b; Haley. 1 h b ; C alla han, f b. Manager-Monohan. B .. H. 'B. C. (Charlestown), 24; Lincolns (Somerville), o. B. H. B . C:-(Rc gul a r team.) ::\fan agec-E. Sullivan. Lincolns-11cCarthy, r e ; 'L eo n a rd , r t; Farly, r g; Vv'hig, c; Keenen, I g; O 'Brien, 1 t; Cunningham. I e; Gree n. q; Helpin, r h b; Swindeman, 1 h b; Kelly f b. l \lfanag er-Hi nkley. B. H.B. C. (Charlestown), 21; Clipp ers (Eas t Boston), o. B . H . B . C.-(Re :::ular t eam.) Manager-E. Sullivan. Clippers-Ahmcda, r c ; Fidela, r t; Olin, r g; Bartlet, c ; Harne y , 1 g; l\fooney, 1 t ; Barry, I e; Riley, q; Ryan, r h b; Foster, 1 h b; Steale, f b. Manager-Talbot. Commercial H. S. (Brooklyn, N. Y .), 30; Jersey City H. S. (Jerse) Ci t y , N. ].) , o. Commercial B. S. A Ca l ;blc , r e; G eorge Tho mpson, r t; Richard Helwig, r g; Eric Palmer, c; Ch arles D ave np ort, 1 g; Claude Hartford, 1 t; J o hn Cars on , 1 e; G eo r ge Lounsbu ry , q; Thomas Poley, John vVo od s . r h b; Frank v V yan t , 1 h b; E ugene Ganvin (capt. ) , f b. Jers ey City H. S.-Aniso n, re; Calhh a n, r t; McCo rnrick , r g; D a bke, c; BisseII, I g ; B a rrill, I t ; Wic!de, I e; Lilli s , q; Naylor, r h b; McMe kin, 1 h b; Woodma n cy , f b. Manager-William Orr. • Commercial H. S. (Broo klyn, N. Y.), 46 ; Eastern District H. S . (Brooklyn. N. Y.). o . Commercial H. S.-(Regular te a m . ) E as t ern Di strict H . S.not giv e n , as only one h a lf wa s pl aye d.) ;\Ia nager William Orr. Commercial H. S. (Brooklyn, N. Y.), 22; H. S. of Commerce (New Y ork), o. Commercial H. S.-(Reg11lar team.) H. S. of C o m merce Gei s, r e; St r t; Haa r c n, r g; ]\'le Keown. c ; Ware, I g ; Stehla, 1 t ; H o ffm a n , l e; Drey fot•s, q ; H 11lse, r h b; D o \\'n es , I h b; Ro senblatt, f b . llfana ger-\Villiarn Orr. Comme r cia,I H. S. ( Brooklyn. N. Y .), 2 6 ; M o h egan A. C. (Bro ok lyn, :::\'. Y.). o. C on1me rcia1 H. S.-Carson, r e ; Tho mp son, r t ; Davenport, r g; Martin, c; H e lwig, I g; H a r tfo rd . I t: K emb l e , l e ; L ou n s bury, q; P o l ey . r h b: \ Vya n t , I h b; Gan v in (capt.), f b. Moh e gan A. C.-Brooks, r e; Schomaker. r t ; A b b e rley , r g; :\IcFad yen, c; Cochran, 1 g; Hcrns, 1 t: J o hn s t o n , 1 e; R eylonda ( capt.), q; Taylor, r h b; 1 h b; Taylor , f b. Commercial H., S. (Broo k l :n. N . Y.) . 24; H. S. of C omme rce (New Y o r k ) , o. Comme rcial H. S.-(Rrgular tc:im. ) H. S. of CommerceHoffman, 1 e; Stehle, r t; Ware, r g; M c K eo wn , c; Haaren, 1 g; Stripple, l t; Geis, l e; Cofer. q; D o wne s , r h b; Kidney, 1 h b; D ey. f b. Manager-William Orr. Commercial H . S (Brooklyn. 1". Y.), 41; D s Witt Clinton (2d) (New Y ork), 5. Commfrcia'. H. S .-(Re-gnl a r te a m . ) De Witt Clin to n (2d)(Linr-up not kn01rn. ) M a na;.('cr -\Villia m Orr. Wickbo ro A . C. (Wickbo ro , Pa.), 6; F ord City A. C. (Ford City, Pa.), o. Wickboro A. C.-H. Dowlin g , r c; W. PetC'rs. r t ; G. Pollock, r g; T. Emrninger, c; ] . Heckma n , 1 g; G. Huds on , 1 t; H. Yocke y, l W. Il211ks , q; ]. R ohre r, r h b; W . Wolfe, 1 h b; H. Chappell , f b . l'o rd Ci!y A. C.-Sha ffer. r e; Sarver, r t; ----. r g; Shoup, c; Li ttic, l g ; ----, 1 t; 1 e; ..._ __ ---, Ci; C 1 llahan , r h b; Spa c e , l h b; Dewey, f b. Manager -.I":.. Cli::ppell. WicJ.ib o n i A. r:. (Wickboro, Pa.), 6; Sllpcrior A. C. (Alleg-heay. Pa.), o. Wick'.Jor:i . \ C.-(Rcgllla r team.) Sllp erior A. C.-Klirnc, r c ; A1:m i ck. rt; F anlk :i e r, r g : \Ve t zcl. c ; --, I g; --, 1 t; Meal s , 1 c: Patter ,c;J. q: R obe r ts, r h b; Stein\\' e nder, 1 h b; Shallrn0t:-r: e r, f h. M a n ager-l-l. C h appell. . . \ . C. ( 'v\ii ck b o r o . Pa . ) . 23; Kittanning Indians (Kit-ta!1nin g . P a.). o. Wickhoco A. t eam.) Kittanning Iwli:msD allgh<'rty, r e ; Calllp hrll, rt; H i l e m a n . r g ; ]. Wolfe, c; Clark, I g; Flo w e r s , I t; G. vVol(e . I "': P eecco k. CJ; J o nas, r h b; Anthony, I h b; Wiser, f b. Manager-H. Chappell. Wickboro A. C. (Wickboro, Pa.), r8 ; Ford City High Schoo l (Ford City , Pa.), o. . Wickboro A. C.-(Re gul a r t eam.) F o rd City Hig h School-H. Bailey, r e; Moyer, r t; C. Bail e y, r g; Gree n , c; Spencer, 1 g ; McN utt, . l t; Curross, 1 e; Dun s more, q; T. McConne ll, r h b; Crouch, 1 h b; G. McConn e ll, f b. Manager-H. Chappe ll. Websters (Detroit, Mich.), 15; Trowbridge (Detroit, Mi c h.)', o. W ebsters-]. Addlerly, r e; G. H etheri n g t o n, r t; ]. Roger.s , r g; R. l\jill c r, c; ]. Tho mp s on, I g ; R. Alexandra, I t; T . sh o n, 1 e; A. D a rdis, q; W. O'Ne il, r h b; E . Wilson (capt.) , l h b; A. Habermos , f b . M a n ager-]. Ross. Trowbridge-W. O'Brien, r e; F . Dllnl a p , r t; W. Persing er, r g ; ]. Dunlap, c; ]. Bro wn, 1 g; W. Hill, 1 t ; M. H in es , I e; ]. Dempsey. q; A. T ro mbl y . r h b; H . Trombly, I h b; R. Hill, f b. i.\farl"agerR obcrt Smith. W e b s t e rs (De troit, Mi ch.)' rs; Leverthe (Detro it, Mi c h .)' TO. V-'cbst e r s-(Re gllla ' r team.) L everthe-vV. Quinlan, r e; C. B o y e r, r t; W. P e t e rs, r g; C. R o lh e r , c; W. B en so n, I g; B . Tllrne r , l t; M. \V a lpole , 1 e; E. Mahon, q; R. Tie, r h b; C. Pare nt , 1 h b ;i. Corth, f b. Manager-J. Ross. W e b s t e r s ( D e t ro i t, l\J i ch), -; E co r se (Ecorse, l\I/ich.), o. v\'eb sters-(Rcgllla r team.) Ecorse-\\!. Labcld ie, r e: G ro. H . ] o ne s, r t ; R o b e r t W all, c ; G. Rem o , c; C. Plaas. 1 g; ]. R y m al , l t.; ]. Sked dy, l e; E . M c C o rmack, q; E d !\1cWilliam s r h b ; W . Price , I h b; B . Murry, f b . M a n ager-]. Ross . ' . Webster s (Detro i t , ;'di ch.), 22; !\lcGraw ( D etroit, :\Ii ch.). 5 . \Vehsters( Regular t eam.) :\IcGraw-C. Sulli,: a n . r e; W. L ichtenberg . r. t.; :\ L l\IcCody, r g; P. G aff n<'y. c ; F. Hastings, l g; E. Mc Wil lia m s, l t; \V. H a wl ey, 1 e ; G. Cree d o n , q ; W . r h b ; ] . G a yn i cr, l h b; ] . H o we, f b . M a n:ig er-J. R oss. \V eb ste r s (Detroit. l\I i ch. ) , ro; L yo n , 2 d (De t ro it . l\Ii ch.), o. V: ebste rs-(R egula r team.) Lyo n, 2 d-Finlarnn, r e ; ]. l\ 1 urph y , r t ; C. M ll! p h y, r g ; L. W ilso n . c; Fred J o n es , I g; C. Clorn e , l t; R '\:e sley , I e; C. Pelhnth , q;]. D ollg h e rty, r h b; G eo rge Smith, l h b; --, f b. :'d a n age r J . Ro s s . C. S Y. ( D enver), 17; Scru bs ( D e n ver), o. C. S. Y. ( Regul a r tea m . ) l\Ia n age r -W. F. L y nnn. Scrubs -Thomas, r e ; V a n Sta n , rt; Saul. r g; Hiprner , c; Rich ardso n, I g; Arthu r , 1 t ; :Vf c F e:rn, l e ; S ig n e, q; Ca llman so n r h b Brow n , l h b ; Picture, f b . ' ' C. S . Y . ( D e n ve r , C olo.), 5; Kl o nd yke (Denve r , C o lo.) , o. C. S . Y.-(Regular t ea m. ) Klondyke-Ci s tler , r e ; Button r t; Swe cde r g; Ne llrn a n , c ; Sidlie, I g; Eddy. l t ; Glrndo n. l 'c ; I sto, q ; Bla ke, r h b; C hi ld s, 1 h b; J oseph, f b. lll a nager-\V. F. Lyma n . St. Francis A. C. ( Syracll e. N. Y.), 30; T . T. A. C., 2 2 . St. Fra nci<; A. <;:.-D. Hill, r e; A . I srnet t , r t ; B . Grayson, r g; C. B.ryc e , c; G. 1 r a v e rs, l g ; H. Graves, l t; S. Edwards, 1 e; D . L a t t111, q; C. H o rne r , r h b; A . P a n off, l h b; A. D r ape r . f b . T . T. .A. C.-JZ. l\Ii no t, re;, P. Elle r s , rt; 0 . McNeil, r g; H . H o d s tc m. c; E . H o ld e n , l g; B . Burton, 1 t ; A. \
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ONS _A_r-1 Prof. Fourmen: As I am a reader of Tip Top Weekly, and in terested ' in your department, I take the liberty to ask you a few qu e stions in regard to my devel opment; the me a surements are below: Age, fifteen years six m onths; height, 5 feet 9 inches; w e ight, I I4 pounds, with clothes; right bicep, 10Y, inches; left bicep, IO inches; right forearm, Io;4 inches; left forearm, IO in ches; right " calf, I2% inches; left calf', I2% inches; chest, nor mal, 30 inches; expanded, 33 inches; waist , 28 inches , ; neck, I2% inches; wrist, 6Y, inches. What do you think of my measurements? I am considered thin, but possess great strength for a boy of my build, having lifted 135 pounds with one hand. I never took a cour s e of training in my life, but was considered to be a crackajack by my school compar1ions, as I was a great jumper and runner, besides various other things. I never chewed in my life, or drank spirits "' unless sick, which was rare. I started to smoke, but gave it up six years ago, s I could not stand it. Kindly tell me how to improve myself in all-respects, as I 'iJ.m very awkward and ungainly, my legs being unusually long. What do you think of the punching-bag, which is fastened in a doorway by having one rope from above .and two below, as I intend getting one? Kindly answer through Tip Top Weekly, and pardon me for thjs long letter. Yours respectfully, , R. A. 0. Your measurements are fair, but I can see that you are thin by rour which is not. enough for one of your hei$'ht. To mcrease 1t, go into training, and help develop all the muscles. You were wise to give up smoking. It is a most injurious h a bit, and does more harm for the growing boy than almost anything else could. The of which you speak is all right, and the use of it is most beneficial to strengthen the muscles of the arms and shoulders. Prof. Fourmcn: Being a constant reader of Tip Top, I would like you to answer a few questions for me. I am sixteen years nine months old, am 5 feet 8 inches tall, and only weigh 120 pounds. How can I gain weight and develop my shoulders and muscles? Does drinking coffee harm you any? I have not anything to do to amount to anything, and could devote a good deal of time to training, if necessary. Hoping to get an answer in next week's Tip Top, I remain, very respectfully, J. W. C. Follow my "General Advice to Young Athletes," to be found in Tip Top No. 265. After being in training for some time, you will notice an increase 1n wei ght as your muscles become more fully developed . Use punching-bag. dumbbells, and chest weights for shoulder development. Yes, coffee is injurious, and should be avoided. ' Prof. Fourmen: Permit inc .to ask you a few questions in regard to physical culture. I stand 4 feet 6 inches, am twelve years old, weigh 76 pounds; I c a n do a mile in 6 minutes 24 2-5 seconds; broad jump I5 feet lY, ' inches; high jump, 4 feet 0 inch; I2-pound shot , 29 feet. The calf o f eac h leg , I3 i nc h es; bicep s o f left arm, 9% inches; right arm. 9Y, inch es; chest, irVJa t ed, 32 inches; unin flated, 29y,( inches. Dci yoti think my proportion s and records are fair? I play left half-back on the football team and am pitcher on the nine. I can pitch a drop, an in-curve, an out-curve, and an up-shoot. In a game I struck out fourteen players. Youn truly, D. C. M. Your measurements are fair, and records unusually good for , l!ll:ITE!O. a ..,-' , one so young . Ke:p it . up, _ a!Jd y o l>id fair to r an k as a Bkllled athlete. Prof. Fourmen: I am fifteen years eight monhts o l d , am 5 fee t II inches tall, weigh u8 pounds. I have a weak feeling about a ll the time. I am not strong. How could I exercise to . gain muscle and flesh. Thanking you in advance, I am, L. D. The general weak feeling may be due to som e o r gan i c d isturb ance, and I would advis e you to consult a p h ysician; i f n oth ing is the m a tter, then all you need is to go into a general course of training, get plenty of outdoor and in a short time you will notice an increased energy. You have pi:obably become sluggish from lack of exercise, and by following a sptematic course will strengthen and develop yourself. Prof . Fourmcn: I am fifteen years s even months o ld , 5 feet 6V, inches tall, and weigh I40 pounds. I. Is that the proper weig h t for my age and height? My measurements are as follows: Chest, ' normal, 34Y, inches; expanded, 37 inches ; waist, 30 inches ; fore arms, IO inches; biceps, n% inches; thighs , 21 inches; calves, I4 inches; ankles, 9 inch es; neck, I4 inch es, and wrists, 6% inches. Are these measurements good, and will you tell me where my weak places are. 2. What arc the hardest'positions on a foot ball and baseball team to play? . 3. What are good exercises ' for enlarging the calves , and also the forearms? Thanking you very much, in advance, and hoping to see this in Tip Top soon, I am, . \V. A, CUMMINGS. I. Your weight is good, also measurements. 2. In baseball, pitcher and 'catcher; in football, quarter-back and full-back. . 3. For enlarging calves , ride a bicycle, run, and skip the rope. For the arms, use dumbbells, cqest weights, and pun c h the b ag. Prof. Fourmen: As I am a patron of your famous Tip Top Weekly, I will be very thankful to you if you will answer these questi ons: I. I am fifteen years oldt am 5 fee t in height, weig h 93 pounds; should I be taller, and how much more should I weigh? 2 . I have r ead the football rules, but they say nothing in regard to this question: When a kick off is made, c a n the side which kicked the ball pick it up and run w ith it before the opposing side touches the ball? 3. Is it all o wable for the quarter back to. carry the ball without having passed it to any one else? If you will answer these question s , or if you are unable to answer the last two, will you kindly send me the address of some reliable authority on football? Very truly yours , WILLIAM'-D. }ONES. I. You could, of course, . be ta.lier, . and have probably n ot at tained your full growth. You s h o uld w ci::;h twelve or fift e e n pounds more. 2. The mu . st t o w ; h . t . h e lia )l before i t is in play. Prof. Fourmen : Pieas e let n1c . if Tip Top Weekly in . tends to form a basket b a H tol1mamcnt thi s season; if so, plea s e answer in the next of Tip TQp . . I w o uld like to enter lll Y team, known as the Bon Ton Five. ]. Manager. Yes, the annual basket-ball tournament is to take place the firat of January. Be sure and enter it •... : 1

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. .TIP TOP'S WINTER SPORTS CONTEST.. . . BASKET BALL -0 IC.E HOCKEY Can You Put Up a Winning Team This Year? There Are Good Reasons why You Should Try. What Are These Reasons? By winning the )'Ip Top Championship your name B y winning the Tip Top Championship you win becomes famous throughout the country . on of the Tip Top Championship Pennants. ' HERE THEY ARE: TIP-YOP BAIKH BAii .. Champions of 1905 ---...... -. . -......... -..... -..... TIP TOP ICE HOCKEY Cha m pions of 1903 Do you see those dotted lines on the pennants? Is the name o f your team to fill one of those honored places this year? I IT' s up TO YO u ! Remember odr old b attle cry: BREKA CO-AX, CO-AX, YALE! THAT'S THE S PIRIT THAT WINS! REMEMBER THAT TIP TOP AWAROS IN ADDITION TO PENNANTS TO THE CHAMPIONSHIP BA.SID BALL TEAM 1 Basket Ball 5 Pairs Running Trunlis 5 Pairs Running .Shoes 5 Armless J erse7s 5 Pairs Stockings TO THE. CHAMPIONSHIP ICE HOCKEY TEAM 7 Pairs of Ice Hocke7 Skates 7 Pairs of Ice Shoes 7 Sweaters 7 Ice Hockey Caps 7 Ice H ocliey Sticks DON'T MISS A WINN INC THROW. 'DON'T L E T THE ICE SLIP FROM UNDER YOU. HERE A.RE THE DIRECTIONS FOR .JM:ANA.GERS. FIRST-Cut out and fiJI in one o f t h e fo llowing coupons according as your team Is an le!" Hockey or Basket Ball Team. SECOND-Write out o n paper a l ist of the p layers of your team and those of your o pponent's. W rite o n o n e s i d e of pa per only. THIRD-Pin the coupon to your writte n report. FOUR'I'H-Give a .clear, concise account of the game, and send to STREET & SMITH, 23 8 William Street, New York City. TIP TOP WEEKLY will p ublish all t h e scores. Therefore keep your team constantly before the athletic world by sending In 4 U YOUR SCORES. BASKET BALL COU.PON . ------------------Name of Team . . , ..••••••••.••.•••• ; •..••..•••••• Town ...... •.•.•••..•••••.•••..•.•.•••••••..•.. State .........••..................• • •. •• • . ..... . . Wlpn!'r • •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• •••••••• . FlnaJScore. . • • ••••••• • •••••••••••••••• •• •• ••••••. Date ...................... ............... .......... • Manager . . .......................... , .... , ...... . ICE HOCKEY COUPON Name of Te a m .... .....•.•...•••.•••..•...•.. .•. Town .............•••...•••.••• ••...•.••..••.••.. State ..... ..••. • • •••..••..•.•.....••.. . ....••..•• . Win-r .......••••••••.•..••.••••• ••. ••.. ••••.•. 1 Final Se-0ro ....•.••..• . ........•••.. . ............ Da t e ... ....... .......•••• • .....••...........••... M ansger ........ . . ... ...... . ..... . ............... , ...

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TIP TOP PRIZE GALLERY "R. A. C., R. A. C., RIVERVIEW, RIVERVIEW, NINETEEN-TWO!" Well, here are the Champions at last! We have been waiting a long-time to see this picture, because we wanted to know j ust what sort of f e llows had won the Famous Tip Top All-Amer ican Championshi p . Here they are, and no wonder they are cham.-iion s. Tbev l ook the part and deserve the g l o r y. You will see that t h e team is completely decked out in Tip Top' s Championship Prize Outfits. NOTICE NBXT WBBK WB R B PROD UCB I N TlllS OALLBR Y A PICTUR E OP THB O R BA T YALB C HAMP/ONSlllP TBAM O P 1902. EVER Y TIP TO P WANTS TO SBE Tlf/S PIC T U R E . ;

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•, Come Come a=Sliding ! Come Along! . I • . . . : Get your Basketball team into Tip Top's I Second Annual Basketball . Contest. TO THE AMATEUR CHAMPIONSHIP BASKETBALL TEAM OF AMERICA, TIP TOP WILL . . AWARD A COMPLETE BASKETBALL OUTFIT, . . CONSISTING OF .;1. .;1. .;1. .,t. .;1. .;1. One Basketb1tll. ' Five Pairs of Running Trunks. Five Pairs of Armless Jerseys. Five Pairs of Basketball Shoes. : Five Pairs of Stockings. IN ADDmON TO A TIP TOP CHAMPIONSIDP PENN ANT .;1-.;1. .;1. .;1. .;1. .;1. .;1. Get Your Ice Hockey Team into Tip Top's Second Annual Ice Hockey Contest . TO THE AMATEUR CHAMPIONSHIP ICE HocKEY TEAM OF AMERICA, TIP TOP WILL AWARD A COMPLETE OUTFIT, CONSISTING OF Seven Pairs of Ice Hockey Skates. Seven Pairs of Ice Hockey .$hoes. Seven Sweaters. Seven Ice Hockey Caps. IN ADDITION TO A TIP TOP CHAMPIONSHIP PENNANT .;1. .;J. .:A .;1. .;1. .;1. .;J. DON'T FAIL TO ENTER . YOUR TEAM AND STAY TO. THE FINISH \ •'


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