Dick Merriwell's help, or, Flint's struggle with himself


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Dick Merriwell's help, or, Flint's struggle with himself

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Dick Merriwell's help, or, Flint's struggle with himself
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Standish, Burt L. 1866-1945
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LARGEST WEEKLY CIRCULATION IN AMERICA issued U?eek/J . By Subscriptioll $2.JOfer year. Entered as Second Gta s s A1<1t!Pr ar . \ e w York Pust Office by & SMITH , 238 >i' J//ia 1/1 St . . 1Y-. Y. No.354. Price, Five Cent s , .( DICK DARTED IN AND GRASPED ARLIN GTON ' S STICK, STOPPI N d THK BLOW THAT WOU L D HAVE KNO CKED FLI N T DOWN.

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: (LARGE SIZE.) . t If you have not read them, look over this catalogue and you will read a list of stories unexcelled in any part of this world to-day. Don't fail to read these stories if y o u have not already. 322-Dick Merriwell's Team; or, The Young Wanders of the Diamond. 323-Dick Merri\".ell's Confidence; or, The Spirit That wins. 324-Dick Merriwell's Shot; or, For Life or Death. i32S-Dick Merriwell's Triumph; or, The Finish of the Season. 326--Frank Merri well on Deck; or, Getting Into Mad River League. 327-Dick Merri well 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 Tnrn; o r , The Greatest Game of the Season. 333-Dick Merriwell's New Ball; or, The Boy \i\Toncler at His Best. 334-Frank Merriwell's "Ginger;" or, \i\Tinning an Uphill Game. 335-Dick Merriwell's Stroke; or, Unmasking the Man of Mystery. 336--Frank Merriwell's Winners; or, Landing on ' Top jn Mad Ri\er League. 337-Dick l\'1erriwell's Return ; or, Back Again to the Old School. 338-Dick Merriwell's Difficulties ; or, Making Up the Eleven . . 339-Dick Merriwell's Mercy; or. The First Game on the Gridiron. 340-Dick Merriwell's Dash; or, Playing Fast and F air. 341-Dick Merriwell's Set ; or, Friends and Foes-at Fardale. 342-Dick Merriwell's Ability; or, The Young Gladiators of the Gridiron. 343-Dick Merriwell's Mascot: or, By Luck , or :Plu.ck. 344-:--D_iek Merriwell's Trust; or, Friendship True and Tried. 345'--Dick Merii\vell's Success: or, Bonnd to be a \i\Tinner . Merriwell's Determination; or, The Courage that Co nquers. 347-Dick Merriwell's Readiness; or, Who Stole the Papers? 348-Dick Merriwell's Trap: or, Snaring a Spook. 349-Dick Merriwell's Vim; or, The Greatest Game of All. 350-Dick Merriwell's Lark; or, Beaten at Every Turn. 351-Dick Merriwell's Defense; or, Up Against the Great Eaton Five. 352-Di.ck Merriwell's Dexterity; or. Hot \V"ork to the Finish. 353-Dick . Merri well Puzzled: or, The Mystery of Flint. 354-Dick Merriwell's Help; or, Flint's Struggle with Himself . . 355-Dick MerriweH's Model; or, Frank Merriwell"s Fight for Fortune. m With TrP To:P No., 285 begins the now famous Fardale Series, in which Dick Merriwell . i has entered the good olcl school at which the career of Frank Merriwell also began some I years ago. , Thousands of young Americans will want to read of the fine things that Dick . Merriwell h as done, is doing and will in the future do. STREET & .SMITH, Publishers, . . 238 William St., New York. ' l •

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Issued Weekly. Bv Subscnption $2.50 per year. Enteref( a s Second a.,ss Matter a! !lie N. Y. Post Office, b_v STREET & SMITH, 238 iVilliam St., N. Y. Enfe"ed according to Ac/ of Congress in tile year 1qo3, in tile Office of tile Librarian of Congress, Waslzill![fon, D. C. No. 354. NEW YORK, January 24, 1903. Price Cents. DICK MERRIWt:lL'S Ht:LP: OR. Flint's Strugg le With ' By BURT L. STANDISH. CHAPTER I. A FRIEND IN NEED. Dave Flin : 1ooked surprised and pleased when Dick walked into h1.; room, and he hastened to offer a chair. Dick sat down, noting that the room looked very bare. "You're alone?" he said. "Yes," answered the boy with the scarred cheek, as if afraid of sqrnething. "You did have some roommates?" "They put four of us in here to start with," said Dave. "You see there are two beds, one in each al cove." "I know," nodded Dick. "They often do that with the entering class when they are crowded for room. vVhat has become of the fellows who were with you?" "Two of them were remo after a while. That left only Preston and myself. Now Preston has gone." "And you are left here alone?" "Yes." "How is that? It seems rather unusual." Flint's face was red. '.'Preston was bound to get away," he said. "He in . sisted on it. I und.rstand that he appealed to his parents. He told me he wouldn't stay here with me." Dick saw Flint was irritated and ashamed. "vVhat \Vas the matter with Preston?" he asked. "He's one of Chester Arlington's friends, you know." "Oh! was that it?" "That was one thing; that was what started it." "vVell, I don't know that you should care to have much of anything to do with Arlington's set." "But that was not all," said Dave. "I don't know how Preston found out, but he learned some things that made him set on getting away." The scar-faced lad was gazing at the floor. He did not look at his visitor, yet Dick knew Flint co1il
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2 TIP-TOP WEEKLY. ''This is a tender subject," thought Dick. "Perhaps I have been too inquisitive." , Aloud he observed : "Well, it is regarded as a privilege by the members of the first class to room alone. You seem to be a privileged member of the fourth class." _,, Somehow it was evident that those words touched Dave, although he made no move, but continued to gaze at the floor. "I don't f.;incy the privilege," he said; he had a rather harsh voice that seemed to correspond with his gen eral appearance, which was not prepossessing. "You will have no one to bother you." "I'd rather be bothered!" cried Dave, and Merri well knew the heart of this boy was calling for compan ionship, for friendliness. "Some other fellow may wish to room with you." Flint shook his head. "Not likely," he said. "No one will care to when chey find out, and every one in this school \vill know soon." • "Eh? Will know?" "Yes." "What?-" "What Preston found out somehow, that I . am ' the son of a man who died in prison-that my father was a jailbird!" Flint lifted his eyes now'i and his manner was de fiant and rebellious. What right had fate to cast its black shadow on him in such a manner! "So that was the trouble?" said Dick, gently. "Yes, that was it. None of the fellows liked me. I suppose . I blame thei;n. I'm r:iot a handsome fel low, I'm not brill_iant, 1 am not attractive in any . way. I know that.' They took . a dislike to me. And they thought me a coward because I would not fight: That ma.de therri despise the. ot one of them cared to be with me outside of_this and they had as lit tle as poss_i.ble to do w!ifi-'me here:-. Pieskm was foti ous whei1 he 'vas left alone \vi th ri1e here. He wrote a letter to his father, and I understand that Professor Gunn received a cotnmunicatfon from Mr. Preston. Pteston w as gi \en lief to moye into another room, and he moved in a hurry .. , ''You have not lost anythirig, Davt;,'; said Dick, in consolation. is a colorless feliow who hangs around Arlington and does not seem have much mind or character of his own. He is not suth a chap as you would naturally cho?se as a friend. You are his superior in every Something like a look of gratitude swept over Dave's plain features. "Thank you,'' he said; "but al mo t any kind of a friend is better than none." . "I can"t agree with you. Some fellO\n are better as enemies than as friemls . " "It is . all right for you to say that-you who can make friends at 'vill. You can choose your friends. With me it is different." "Did you fancy Preston?" "No; but I hate to have f1im think me not fit to wipe his feet 011. That hurts." "Look here, Dave, just you keep a stiff upper lip. Things will come out all right in the end, be sure of that. I've found out that things generally come right. They may move slowly and it may seem that they are not moving at all; but the time comes when they adjust themselves. Only don't get impatient." " I like the way you talk!" exclaimed Dave. "You give me courage-you help me." "If I can help yo u in any way, you may depend on me. I am your friend." "And I'm proud of that! But your friends do not like me." "\iVhat makes you think so?" "I know it. Brad Buckhart despises me, and--" "He's changed his opinion about you somewhat of late." "That's since I forgot myself and choked Arlington. I didn't know what I was doing then! And I broke n1y promise to my mother, who is dead! I promised her l' d never 1 . i ft my hand in anger against any per son. I mean to break my promise . " ''If she knew-and she inay know-she could not blame you, Flint. Be sure of that." ''Do you think so?" ''Yes . She wouM not expect you to stand by a.nd see your crippled brother hurt without lifting your hand in defense of him.'' "But I forgot myself-I became a perfect.madn'lan. Thatwas the trouble. I wanted to kill Arlington. I might ]Jave choked him to death if you had not stopped me. Mother knew what a terrible temper . I have, and that was why she made me promise. I suppost'l $he feared that some day I would do something in a fit of passion that would land . me in p_rison." ' Dick Merriwell ki1ew well enough that Dave Flint

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• • TIP TOP WEEKLY . 3 had a temper that was dangerous in the extreme, for he had seen the fellow's rage flare forth. "There are othe r ways of proving you are not a coward besides fighting," said Dick. "I urged you to fight Chester Arlington, but that was before I knew your story and understood your position. A fellovv can be brave and never lift his hand against a human being; but it takes a long time for others to recognize that he is the possessor of suc.h a quality as courage. with you it is a brave thing to go on as you do suffering taunts and insults without retaliating. I know that now, for I know that you often thirst to attack your enemies. But you are struggling with yourself, and I believe the will make you thoroughly master of yourself in every way. From my brother I have learned that any fellow who masters others must first conquer himself. He must have his own nature an
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TIP TOP WEEKLY. part in any of the sports here. If I can get my W?rk clone, if I can get off, I want to play." "Well, then--" "I'll play with you!" exclaimed the boy with the scar. "I don't care what any one says! I don't care what they . think! They did not ask me, so 'Yhy shouldn't I play with you?" "That's it!" "But wait-am I crowding any one off the team? I h 1 d t oug1t your team was ma e up' ''So it is." "Then--" "Hal Darrel has refused to play." "But your substitutes?" "Singleton says he'll not play against the plebes . He is tired of Arlington and his challenges." "Then you have-just who is on the regular team?" "Besides myself. there are Smart, Bradley, J olliby, Scudder and Tubbs." "Tubbs? Why, he--" "He is a regular, so you see you will not be the only plebe with us." "There is Buckhart; he's not on the team." "Because he does not skate. He tackled skates once, and that was enough for him. Says he prefers busting a wild broncho. You will just fill " out the team. I shall try to have one or two fellows for substitutes, in case anything happens." "All right," said Flint. "It may make me unpopular than ever with my class, but I'll play. may depend on me .. , more You "Then that is settled," said Dick, rising. "It will do you no harm. If you put up a good game, it may do you any amount of good. If possible, get out for practice a little while after four o'clock this afternoon." "I'll be there if I can get off ," was Dave's promise. Dick paused at the door. '"What do you hear from Little Bill?" he asked. Little Bill was Dave's deformed brother, who was being treated for a crooked spine. "The doctor says he'll be able ' to cure him, but that it may take some time. Ifs a pretty bad case. If Billy ever is straight like other boys, he'll have to thank 1you for what you did."' Dick had loaned Flint fifty dollars to help pay for the treatment of the deformed boy. ''If he is ever straight like other boys I shall feel that I ha,'e been ''"ell paid," declared Dick. "But you shaJJ have every dollar!" earnestly ex claimed Dave. "I am saving every cent I can." "Don't let that worry you, Dave. So long." Dick departed, and Flint listened until his sharp, regular step died out tn the corridor. There was some thing in the sound of that step that indicated the char acter of the lad, determined, forceful, energetic, com manding. That afternoon the boys gathered at Lake Lily for practice. The plebes were there in advance, and they had the favorite location in a cove that served as a natural rink. "Let them stay there," said ' Dick. "\\'e"ll do our practicing somewhere else." Another location was selected. "\Vhere's your seventh man, captain?'' asked Uric Scudder. "There are but six of us here ready to play." • "I think he'll be along all right," said Dick. "We can take in anybody else until he comes." "Who is it?" "Wait and see." There were plenty of others, o two teams were formed, and practice began. Shortly after practice began DaYe Flint came down to the shore with a pair of skates, which he clamped onto his feet. Then he skated out toward the place where the regular team was practicing. "Here comes that red-headed plebe "ho nearly fin ished Chet Arlington," said somebody. Dick stopped the prac.,tice as Dave came up. "Get your stick, Flint, and get right in here," he di rected. "Penrose:; has your position." Then there was amazement. The boys stared at Dick and at Flint. "Dern my picter !", muttered Obediah Tubbs, the fat boy. "Is that the feller?'' "\V ell, 1'11-be j i-j i-ji-jiggered !"' chattered Chip J ol liby, hi s Adams apple bobbing wildly. "I just admire Dave Flint!"' obsened Ted Smart. "I think he's a real peach!" " 'Ow can I\Ierriwell think hof taking such a bloom ing chap hon to the team!" muttered Billy Bradley. Scudder said nothing, but he "looked" a great deal. Indeed, the looks of the different players and of the picked-up team showed that all were amazed to think Dick should select such a fellow as Flint. DaYe saw all this, and his face turned the color of •

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TIP TOP WEEKLY. 5 his hair. He felt it keenly, although he tried to pre tend that he had not observed anything. It is certain that Dick hiniself missed nothing, but he did not seem to see or hear. Flint ''"a s ranged with the fornards, and the practice game \\aS resumed. CHAPTER III. A \\"ARNING. Flint could not remain as long as the other boys. who clung to the ice after it began to grow dark. He had work to do. He must be on hand t o '"ait on table at mess. So he stripped off his skates and started back for the academy. ' He had not proceeded far when he heard a step on the snow behind him and Hector Marsh came up, breathing heaYily and show41g his prominent. protruding teeth .. "Hello!" said : Marsh ; but it \\'as not a pleasant greet ing. "\\'hat have you been doing?" There was insolence in the question as asked, and Flint felt his blood start a bit, but he quickly gathered himself and answered in a quiet manner: "I ha Ye been practicing." "Practicing?" "Yes. " "For what?" "Ice hockey." "I heard so, but I didn't belieYe it. You hme been practicing "ith Merri\\ell's team?" "That's right." l "But you are not going to play on his team?" "\Vhy not?" "\iVhy not! you're a fourth class man! Your class plays against Merriwell:s team .,to-mo rrow. " "I have not b _een asked to play on my class team." "That makes no difference." ''Why not?" "Because you will be a traitor if you play with those fellows. You'll ha ,.e eyery one of your down on you." "They tan 't be much more down on me than they are now," said Dave, bitterly. "It will make no dif ference." "Well, don't you think it! It will make a big dif ference." "I fail to see how." "If you turn traitor you'll get soaked, and you'll get soaked good and hard, too. Mark what I tell you!" "How about Tubbs? He's on Dick Merriwell's team .. , "That's different." "I don't understand in what ,;i,vay." "Oh, in Jots of ways. He didn't enter school with the rest of us, and he's always been friendly with Merriwel_l's crowd. e've got to clown that gang to-mor row. and we're going to do it. \Ve can play hockey just as well as they can, a1id I think a little better. I { yo u played with them, you'd be beaten. But that isnt it. All of our class will turn out to cheer the team. 1\rlington has arranged that. And there'll be some soreness i'f they find a traitor playing with the regu lars." 'I don't like that word 'traitor,' Marsh." •If you don't like it, you can lump it! It's just what you will be if you play with Merriwell !" "I fail to see it in that. light. I am not wanted on my team: I'm not even wanted in my class. I haYe no friends among those who should be friendly. 1 am a n outcast. Being an outcast, being rejected thus, I can't turn traitor. That ought to be plain enough to you or anybody else." "\Vell, it isn't, and I've been instructed to notify you to keep out of the game to-morrow, unless you are anxious to get yom head broken." ''-:\Iy head?" ; , Yes." "That's a threat!" "\Vell ?" Flint's face grew hard. "I shal l pay no attention to it," ht: said. ;'Oh, won't you? Well, yo u sorry! You'll see! You'll probably get the worst hamD!ering you ewr had! All the fellows will soak you!" ?vfarsh seemed to feel that he could frighten Flint. lt did not yet seem possible to him that Dave was not a most abject cowar
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6 TIP TOP WEEKLY. the academy, the buildings of which could be seen through the bare trees, although darkness was beginning to gather. In the windows of the barracks a few lights were gleaming. "You want to be careful," Marsh went on. "If you get your whole class against you, you will find it too hot for you her@. You'll be driven out of the school just as sure as you live." The hard look on fac\! deepened, while the scar seemed to stand out more prominently than usual. "If it comes to that," he said, in a strange, hard voice that had a rasping sound, "I am not easily driven. They will find it out." "Oh, you don't know what you'll get! Better be careful I We know all about you." , Flint turned and grasped the arm of Marsh, who was startled, for the fingers of the scarred lad seemed made of iron and crushed with terrible force. "What do you mean by that-what do you mean ?" demanded Dave, in a tone that made Marsh shudder. "What do you know about me?" "Ow!" said Marsh. "Let go! Do you want to break my arm, you duffer? You hurt!" Dave let go, but in that moment Hector Marsh had come to understand that this red-headed \ad with the scarred cheek had amazing strength in his gnp. It awed Marsh a little, in spite of himself. ""What is it you know?" repeated Flint. "Oh, lots of things," said Hector, edging off, "You'll find out later. But you'd better be careful and not play ice hockey to-morrow. Just yo:i keep out of the game and cheer for our team ." . flint wasted no further words on Marsh. He strode forward with long steps, his eyes fastened on the path before him. What thoughts were passing in his mind? Marsh kept his distance, and thus they came to the academy. As they . were parting, Hector cried : "Don't forget t Be careful!" "Be careful! " muttered Flint. "Those fellows had b e tter be careful! I lost control of myself once, and I'm afraid I may again if provoked too much! I nmst be careful of myself! I must guard myself." CHAPTER IV. ICE HOCKEY. On the following day the two teams lined up on the ice like this: GOAL GOAL-KEEPER 0 TUBBS. POINT BRADLEY. COVER POINT 0 JOLLIBY. FORWARDS 0 0 0 SMART. SCUDDER . ' MERRIWELL. 0 WALKER. FORWARDS 0 GARDNER. 0 SHAW COVER POINT 0 ARLINGWN. , POiNT 0 MARSH. GOAL-KEEPER 0 PRESTON. GOAL 0 -rLINT •• 0 HARWOOD. One of the first class men , noted for his impartiality , had been agreed upon as a referee. There were hisses and jeers from the plebes ranged . along one shore of the cove when Flint was seen with the regular team. On the other bank had gathered cadets from the other classes. All around the cove were spectators from the village. In one group were a number of girls from Miss Tartington's sohool, and, of course, this in cluded Doris Templeton, Felecia Delores and Zona Desmond . .. , "What are those fellows over there hissing and jeer ing for?" asked Doris. "They are plebes," explained Zona . "There is a plebe playing _ with Dick's team . Listen." They heard Flint's name shouted in derision. He vvas called sneak, traitor and many other disagreeable things. "It's a shame!" said little Felecia, in sympathy . "Why do they do that?" "Because he has gone back on his class," said Zona.

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TIP TOP WEEKLY. 7 . . "This game is plebe? against the regulars. and he is playing with the regular .team." "Perhaps he belongs-on it.'; -"f-Ie -doesn't.., .. "How do you kno\Y.?" "Oh, I know! Mi. Arlingtbll told me abbut it." 'Mr. Arlington? Then he told you when he was talking with you a few minutes ago?" ''Yes,'' smiled Zona. "Don't you think he's splendid? His father is one of the richest men in the country." "I suppose he told you that!" laughed Doris, with a touch of scon"!. "No, I do no. t think he is splendid!" returned Felecia _ . p9si.tively. "And I do not understand how it is that Dick let s him remain in the school." • "Dick!'' said Zona, with a toss of her head. "\i\fhy. dear, Di-ck does not run the school. You eern to think he does. "But Dick could have lfad -Chester Arlington exrelled long ago if he had wished . ., "He could?'' exclaimed Zona, doubtingly. "Then why didn't he do so? _ They: are not friends, I under-stand... -''There is a reason. Dcitis _knows. \Ve could have had him put out of schooC' Zona looked incredufous. ... ... ' . . -------"You? You mean that you and Doris could? Why, what did .:. -.". :. "Felecia!" .. yoi,tr : promi--se." -. . -''What's a!Lthi.s ?" -.dema11c!e
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• ' • TIP TOP WEEKLY. The disc was placed in the center of the ice, and again Smart and Gardner faced off. This time Ted managed give the puck a little flip that sent -it. be tween Gardner's feet. . But Chester Arlington darted in and scooped the disc cleverly, getting away like a flash. Merriwell blocked him, and Chester passed to Harwood. Harwood did not have much trouble in dodg. ing Flint. J olliby, however, caused him to make a pass to Gardner. Gardner got the rubber, but Merriwell struck it and knocked it spinning aside. Then five of the players came together in a bunch and recoiled with such violence that four of them sat down heav-ily. ' The fifth, who . happened to be Scudder, got away with the rubber. Arlington had fallen back, and he saw Scudder come out of the bunch with the disc. Before Uric could gather headway Arlington was on him. He pretended to strike at the disc, but he gave Scudder's stick a rap that made its owner drop it. 'fhen Chester gathered up the puck and was off. He dodged Bradley and shot the disc for goal Tubbs, in spite of his was quick on his feet. He stopped the puck with his1fo.it and drove it away. Harwood got it, but the minute he touchedit Brad ley attacked him, and ther . e was a furious scrambfe. Harwood finally succeeded in escaping with the rub ber, but he was compelled to pass it to Arlington, who was on hand. Again Chester drove for goal, lifting the puck. The fat boy stopped it with his body, although stung like a rock. He lost it, however, and while he was recovering, . Chester flashed forward and drove it between the goal posts, making the score a tie . Then the piebes had an opportunity to cheer. "Arlington! Arlington! Arlington!" they shouted. Chester was flushed and triumphant as he skat .eel back to his position. _ "'vVe're doing this just to it interesting!" said Smart, with a grin. you fellows to have that goal!" " "Oh, yes "you clid !" returned Clint Shaw, in his sour, sneering way. "But we'll show you before you are through. The only goal you have made was made by a blunder of that sneak Flint. You have a pretty swift team when you're forced to depend on such .stiffsthat to help you !" . ' Flint heard this, but he seemed deaf, and he made no His sgttare jaw seemed squarer than ' ever and _ his face more repellent. \Vhat was in his heart? Perhaps Dick Merrivvell knew better . than any one save Dave Flint himself. At the next f
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TIP TOP WEEKLY. 9 It came back like a , flash, but Tubbs and Arlington were now close together, and there followed a great st ruggle, in which bo 'th scooped at the rubber a number of times and it back and forward between them. In the end Chester was victorious, for he sent. it past Tubbs' feet and between the posts. The 9 the reJeree cut the clear air. "Goal! goa l ! Arlington! Arlington!" shrieked the delighted plebes who \\ 'fre watching. Chester1s face was and there was triumph ii . nis and in his heart. " ' . .... '''.fhis..is my day !0 ' he thought, triumphantly. "I ;it! : t " kno\•; it! To-day I win!" . :'.\Jever in his life had he been more confident of vic tory. He smiled upon Dick as he skated back to po sit ion, and there was an intended insult ip that smile, But Merriwell did not seem to notice him at all. He talked . in a tone to some of pjs players as _ they into place for the next face-off, . fellows_," he "".as saying, "They have a .not much ... \V.e're forgetting teafh and that i>; ."\vhat counts. When t:he qther si de . h as the e\l eryb,ody : piCk a inan -anq .as possi'ble. \hen'\e ha ve it, don't all getit, but must always be to take it. on and handle it. No'-'Y,,let's settle down .' _ ' That was not half what he wished to say to t,.hem, but there was no time for further words. At the next face-off Ga1:dner again got the advan tage, ' which caused Smart to chirp.: ' "Oh, I'm a great player! I take . the prize! I ought to _ have a medal!" But they were paying no at_tep:tic:in _to him. . Merriwen had nearly scooped the disc from: Gardner, . foicing him to tr.y a pass fo Harwood. But . it was Flint ''' ho the n,ibber and started with it. . Then Shaw came down on Frint and_ struck the fel low fairly across the hands with a blo\v. must have hurt, but he did not" drop his His face sho"' ; ed a sudden terrible fli.1sh of . rage and he 1\• hirled toward Shaw, but 'that fellow scooted away. In his moment of anger Flint let Harwood capture the puck and get.away with it. . Smart had recovered and tried to "mingle in," -but Jack Harwood was to . o clever for the little fellow, and it fell on Jolliby to stop the advance. The lanky boy spread himself. He was fiercely determined not to let Harwood evade him. He seemed all and legs. . "Gu-gu-gu-got ye!" he chattered. Harwood passed the puck, sending it skimming toward \Valker, who was in the proper place to take it. Meuiwell had been watching for that pass. It almost seemed as if he came right up through the ice in the path of the puck, and he picked it up with his stick in the easiest manner, going right ahead toward the plebes' goal ?S he secured it. Gardper was not in position to stop him; Shaw was too far to the left; but Arlington was ready. '.'I'll sho\v him up!" thought Chester, his teeth set. He looked for Dick to make that same peculiar dodgiHg movement, first to _ side and then to the other, the disc all the time. Instead, . Dick sent the puck flipping past Chester on one side and scooted by . himself on the o .ther with a curving swerve that was a fiashlike dodge .qut and in, enabling him to pick up the and keep on, leaving the captain of. the plebes astounded, pale, furious. It was Chester who had been "shown up." From a point of the shore near the plebes' goal came a yell': '.'Yip! yip! yip! . What do you think of that! la! . That' s the real stuff! You hear me whisper!" It was the voice of Brad Buckhart, and the Texan was swingjng his cap over his head in wild delight. Zona Desmond had been laughing. A moment be.;. fore . she had observed: "Mr. Arlington does not seem to be very slow at this game. He has made two goals already, . and Dick Merriwell has not made one. It begins to look as if he was right ' in saying he is kept off the regular team th1'ough Dick's jealousy." Little Felecia-,.had resented that. ., • "Dick is not jealous!" 1yas her exclamation. "He's never jeakms of any cine." "Oh, perhaps noi!'i said Zona, with 1a toss of her • head. Once Zona had seemed to admire Dick Merri well very much. She \.vas regarded as the village belle among the girls of her age, and she was a coquette without dispute. She had a way of drawing any boy after her and then dropping him when he seemed deeply interested. She had tried her arts on Dick and failed. .At first she could not believe it possible Dick could resist and she had redoubled her ef forts. It was useless. Then she grew angry and

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IO TIP TOP WEEKLY. pieterided to disdain h.i1? But. that made not the slightest difference. \Vhen she found Dick \;yas ve _i"J' friendly with D ori'S she )ealot1s. She. looked at' Doris critically, after which ' s1;e examined her reflection in the mirror and tdld herseif that Dick Merriwell must be a fellow of very pbOr taste and judgment. But that did not soothe .the wound, and it co.ntinued to smart. This day Zona had been delighted because Chester Arlington came to her and chatted witi1 her in the presence of the boys and girls gathered about. She had seen many of the girls glancing toward them, and she was pleased to think they regarded her with jealous eyes. That seemed natural enough; for it had becori1e well known in Fardale that Chester's father was the great D. Roscoe Arlington, one of the ri-chest men in the country. And Chester had given no public atten tiori to any village girl before this. . So Zona 'vished that Arlirigton might come forth victor-ious in the :iee hockey co11test, and s11e'\vas with satisfaction over his success . But dismay seized her when saw Dick Merriwell deceive him in the simple manner just described. "What do you think of that, Zona?" exdaimed Doris. '-'Who is the better pfayer now? why didn'. t Arlington stop Dick then?" "Oh, such things will happen some . times! Dick has not made a sing1e goal yet, while Chester Arlington has made two, and--" A shout went up. Uerriwell ha d shot a goal, and a.gain : t:he $core W
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TIP TOP WEEKLY. I . I was on hand to hit the rubber a lick that sent it be tween the stakes. No wonder the plebes were delighted! No wonder Tubbs was disgusted! "Dern m)r picter !" squeaked the fat boy. "Git somebody in my place, Dick! I ain't fit ter feed pun kins to sick cows!" "You're all right," assured Dick. "You can't stop them all." "I guess, by gum, I can .'t stop any of 'um!" The rubber was put in play again, but before an other goal could be made by either side the whistle sounded and the referee announced that the first half was over. The half had ended with the plebes in the lead, as they had made three points, while the regulars had made but two. Of course the plebes were congratulated by their friends. The cheer of the fourth class was hurled across the cove. Arlington started to congratulate Gardner, but changed his mind. _ "That fellow has a swelled head anyhow," he mut tered. "He thinks he's the real thing just because Merriwell gave him a chance on the eleven.' I'll not swell him up any more. It was an accident that he made that goal, anyhow." So he did not even say to Earl that he had done well. Dick Merriwell observed a deep look of gloom on the face of Dave Flint, from whom, it seemed, all the others had fallen away as soon qS the whistle blew . . "Say, you ' ve proved to be a good man for us today!" he exclaimed, heartily, skating up to Dave . . "You are filling Darrell's place all right, and Darrell is a good one." "Thank you," said Dave, but that look of gloom did not leave his face. Then Dick thrust his arm through Dave's, saying: "Come over here and I'll introduce you to some of my girl acquaintances . from Miss Tartington's school." Flint seemed to shiver and looked startled. "No, no!" he said, with a show of genuine alarm. "I-I-why, girls don't like me." "Nonsense !" . "But you know what a homely fellow I "In your mind. The trouble with you, Flint, is that you are too modest and backward. Come on." He Dave along. "It won't do you any good to be seen with me so much," said the boy with a scar. Dick knew what he meant. He had heard Arling ton's taunt, and it had stirred his heart in deep sym pathy for Flint and deep disgust and repulsion for Chester. "Don't let that worry you," he laughed. But as they approached the shore they saw Chester Arlington there before them, talkingand with Zona Desmond. Flint held back. "That fell ow-there!" he muttered. "Don't notice him. Come on," urged Dick. So he took Flint up and introduced him to Doris and Felecia, saying: "This is Dave Flint, my friend." Flint was so profoundly stirred that he could firid no words for some moments, bowing awkwardly, cap in hand. To be called the friend of Dick Merri well! Surely that was something! Something-it was ev erything! He did not mind that Arlington laughed at Dick's words. Of course, Chester did it in such a way that he could pretend he was laughing at something else, but both Dick and Flint knew the. cause of that laugh. Dick's blood started. Inwardly he exclaimed: "Be careful, Chester ! . I have stood a great deal from you, and I think the limit has been reached." "Oh, Mr. Flint," said Felecia, "you made the first goal for Dick's team, didn't you! I am glad he got you to play with him to-day." "So am'I," laughed Dick. "We need him." Doris did not like Dave, but she resolved to be pleasant to him. "I think you do," she said, smiling. plebes are ahead of you! You'll have to Mr. Flint, to save the regular team." "Why, the work hard, "I-I shall do my best," said Dave, falteringly. "He always does his best at everything," said . Dick. "It's a way he has." At this point one of the boys called Dick away, and Dave was left with the girls. He was wretchedly em barrassed. In vain he tried to think of something to say. vVhat could he say? Then he started, for on his arm had fallen a small gloved ,hand, that rested there light as a snowflake. "Don't you think Dick is a splendid captain, Mr. I

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12 TIP TOP WEEKLY. Flint?" asked the owner of the hand, and the dark eyes of Felecia Dolores looked up into his eyes. "Splendid!" said Flint, his tongue unloosed. "He's great! He's the finest fellow in the world, anyway! ; You don't know how good he's been to me. If it hadn't been for him I don't know what I should have done. And my little brother-he's deformed. He got hurt when he was a wee chap and it crooked h;s back. I've been saving money to have him doctored, but it was slow saving enough, and I was afraid Billy would get so old his back never could be straightened. !Then Dick he let me have the money, and now Billy ' s back is being doctored, and some time he will be straight, and he'll owe it to Dick Merriwell, and I'll never forget it as long as I live!" Flint forgot himself in his gratitude and enthusiasm, and now a remarkable glow came to his plain face that changed it and made it really attractive. Before that altered lad Doris Templeton ' s feeling of aversion melted away and in its place came an interest in Flint that swiftly grew to something like regard. Felecia had not needed this glimpse of Dave Flint's heart to satisfy her that he was all right. It was enough for her that Dick called Dave his friend. With his tongue unloosened, Flint told them more of little Billy. He forgot to think of himself, and was less awkward. He forgot that Chester Arlington was there near at hand-forgot it until he heard these words: ' "It's strange any fellow can ch o o s e the son of a jailbird as a friend. Don't you think so, Miss Desmond?" Then another change came to the face of the boy with the scarred cheek. He felt his heart swell fury and hatred f9r this son of a rich man who could insult him thus, but he . did not realize the change that had come upon his face until he saw the two girls with whom he had been talking suddenly look at him in alarm and draw back, Doris uttering fl. little cry. The whistle of the referee sounded, calling the play ers to. resume the game. CHAPTER VII. THE FINAL GOAL, The first half had been exciting enough, but the sec ond half was even more It started hotly, with Flint playing all around each opponent who confronted him. A determined fu1y seemed to possess him, and it was not strange that he soon found an opportunity to carry the puck clean through the ranks of the plebes . and shoot it for a goal. Preston shot it back. Flint shot again, getting nearer. Preston made another brilliant stop. But again Flint drove hard for the goal, lifting the puck. Preston caught it , flung it down and drove it away to one side . Flint had been defeated in his attempts, but it seemed that fortune had favored Preston. Smart touched the puck, intending to pass it over to Flint. Marsh took it right out from beneath the stick and. s cooted away. Merriwell blocked Marsh, who passed to Arlington. Then it was Chester's turn, for was too far to one s ide to interfere. He skated swiftly, having no trouble with either Scudder or Jolliby. Bradley tried to block him, and Chester made a long drive for goal. Tubbs stopped the puck and sent it to the left. 'Fhen Gardner came in from somewhere and made another successful drive for goal. As the puck passed between the posts and the referee ' blew his whistle the watching plebes broke into a joyous shout. ' But Chester Arlington muttered something unaer his breath. He was sore indeed because Gardner had made the goal. As they skate/ back, he said to Earl: "You didn't play that right. You should have passed to me. I was in front of the posts and in a far better position to make a goal." "But I made a goal. Bradley was watching you, and he didn't see me. That was what fooled him." "Oh, it was a case of luck, and we can't win by luck. lt takes team work. I have warned you fellows about making the mistake of every man playing for himself and forgetting the others. Don't foiget it again'." Gardner was disgusted, but he said nothing further. When the game was resumed Flint showed the s ame energy and skill that had caused the spectators to gasp and wonder. It really setmed as if Dick and Dave were playing almost the whole game. Together they worked the puck into the territory of the plebes. and Dick made a try for a goal. when the puck v".as driven away Flint was on hand to shoot it back, and this time Preston could not stop it. Flint had scored. A groan went up from the plebes

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TIP TOP WEEKLY. Once more Arlington muttered something beneath his breath. ' Chester was determined to hold the lead . He was working with all his heart to win that game. He kept talking to his men, and they responded in a manner that brought out the best efforts of the regular team. ... It ,,;as Gardner who carried the puck down to a position where he could have made a try for a goal; btt a cry came from Chester, and Gardner passed the puck to him. Arlington made a swift drive, but Tubbs blocked it. Again Gardner might have tried for a score, but again he gave Arlington the opportunity. Tubbs was ,;,ride awake and spoiled both of these attempts. There was a mix-up when the rubber was spun away and several of the players fell all over themselves and eath in trying to get it. Flint took he rubber out of the sprawling mass of boys and scooted toward the plebes' goal. Once he passed it to Merriwell, who passed it back when Shaw confronted him. Marsh was determined to spoil Flint's shot. Dave seemed on the point of driving in a n t!ffort to send it past both Marsh and Preston, but, instead, he flipped the disc deftly to Dick , who sent it whizzing between the posts. The score was once more tied, each side having made four poirtts. The fear of defeat seized upon Chester Arlington. His players were desperate, a lso. They had tasted victory-almost. The taste had . been very pleasant. They had dreamed of the glories of triumph over Mer riwell's team. There would be rejoicing and cheering and a great demonstration. But now this dream was fading. Up to this point n o one had been puni s hed for foul ing. But now the plebes went into the game so fiercely that the referee was soon compelled to warn two or three of them. Warnings did no good. Shaw closed with Flint and struck him. Then Shaw was ordered out of the game, his place being filled by a fellow by the name of Dix. . One minute later the same thing happened to Marsh, and Farrow replaced him. Shaw and Marsh were permitted to return to the game after they had been kept out two minutes each. It was a furio u s battle. Many attempts were made' to score on both sides, but the goal-keepers did great work in defending their positions . The time of the second half was drawing to a close, and it began to seem possible that the game might end a draw. There was incessant cheering on both sides of the cove n ow . "Oh, I know Dick's team will win!" exclaimed little Felecia. "Don't be so sure of that!" returned Zona Des mond. " I think Mr. Arlington will be able to hold him in check." " ''See h o w Dave Flint is playing!" invited Doris. "It's remarkable! He's almost as good as Dick." "That fellow!" said Zona, with a t oss of her head . "I don't see how Dick Merriwell can have him on his team! And it was an insult for him to introduce such a pers on to you, girls!" "An insult?" they exclaimed. "Yes." "Why?" "\Vhy, of course you don't know! He is a very l ow fellow. You can see that by his face. His father died in j ai l." "I don't believe he can be so bad," sai d Felecia, ea rnestly, "or Dick would not call him friend." " I have the word of Mr. Arlington for it." "I would not believe Chester Arlington anyhow!" Doris asserted. "He wants to look out that he doesn't get into jail himself! He would be the' re now if he had hi s clue!" Zona 1 9o ked indignant. " I don't see how you can say su ch a thing !'1 she cried. "It's the truth!" asserted Doris, and little Felecia agreed with her. At this point there was another burst of cheering. l\1erriwell had carried the puck through the plebes. It was remarkably clever work and awakened admiration. But he saw that Marsh might spoil his drive for a goal, so he pass ed the rubber to Flint. Flint made a quick drive, as Chester Arlington darted at him. The disc flew past Preston, and the regulars had sco red. Realizing that this goal might give the regulars the game, as .the final half was almost over, Chester Arlington uttered a cry and stmck at the head of the boy with the scarred cheek • .

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• 14 TIP TOP WEEKLY. Quick as a fl.ash Dick Merriwell da1ied in and grasped Arlington's stick, stopping the blow that would have knocked Flint down. With a snapping twist, Dick tore the stick from Chester's hand and flung it aside. The referee was on hand, and he promptly or dered Arlington out of the game. Chester gave Flint a terrible look as he skated off. .. CHAPTER VIII. ISHMAEL. There was no further scoring on eit!1er side, and Flint's final goal had given the game to the regular team. \iVhen time was up the cadets flocked onto the ice and surrounded the players . Arlington was told tLt he had given the regular team a hard battle, but that
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I TIP TO P well 'woul d be the last one in the world to spread the story. Hard it was to believe D i ck Merriwell had betrayed his confidence, but there seemed no other explanation. And did i.10t these taunting lads know he had tolcl Dick? Unles. s had told some one there seemed no \vay by which they could have learned that fact. "And :'.\Ierriwell has taken up with him after finding out just what sort of a dog he is?" "Oh, he did that to make Arlington sore. He knows Arlington despises the sneak. If it \\'asn't for t hat,. he would have nothing to do with Flint." Was that the real explanatioi1 of Dick's friendliness? The knowledge that it might be shot another of pain through Daye's heart. "So I'm nothing but a tool, after all!" thought Flint. . . He moved still faster, but he could not draw away from the snapping hounds. They quickened up also. "Sneak! sneak! sneak!" ''Traitor! traitor!" "You're a cur, Flint!" "vVhy don't you get out of Fardale ?" "You'd better go !'. "\Ve'll drive you out!'' His face was pale novv-almost as pale ;:LS the snow. He was trembling a little. 'Let's jump on him! .. urged Shaw. "Let's knock the stuffing out of him! Come on!" ''Come on!'' echoed several of the others. \i\1hat was it that prevented them from doing so? For all of their n umbers, for all that they were reviling him as a sneak and a coward, the hesitated about attacking hit'O-. He had thick, square shoulders, a11d they had heard how easi l y and quickly he had overthrown Arlingion when exasperated by Chester's attack u pon his deformed brother. It was said that he had nearly crushed Arlington's thfoat, alld Chester's neck had shown the marks nf his iron fingers for sevet"al days afterwar d. Somehow they seemed to realize that this fellow 1vho bore all their taunts and jeers without retort could be stung to terrible fury when his rage overcame his reason and self-control. Flint longed to reach the academy and shu t himself in his room away from these taunting boys. He hurried" a little more. This boy chosen to attend Fardale Academy beca u se it was re13orted as a democratic schoo l , where the poor boy had an ec}tial show with the son of rich pare11.ts. He had dreamed of the pleasures of sc h ool clays at Fardale. He bad imagined himself as standing on a leve l with his companions and as having • friends and comrades. Now l:e saw himself a despised outcast, hooted at, insulted, scorned . He was an Ishmael. No \Yonder his soul was torn with a thousand torments. Above his head the afternoon sky had grown overcast and grim; but the shadows in the sky were not half as dark as the shadows in his heart. One of the boys made a snowball and threw it at Flint. It whizzed past his ear. Still he did not turn his head. Others followed the example of the first, and soon they were pelting him with snowballs, continuing their hooting and jeering. He was hit many times. A snowball knocked off his cap. He stopped to pick it up and then hastened onward. They began to fancy he was overcome with terror, and that made them bolder. "Give it to him, fellows!" they shouted. "If these were only rocks now!" . \Vhat sport they could ha\'e pelting 1 im with rocks! The y were calling him coward and sneak! How brave were their actions as thef pursued him! It is strange that a certain class of human beings, men as well as boys, love to heap harm injury on a fellow-creature in trouble. They delight in ki<;k ing the under clog . They join with satisfaction in tlie hue-and-cry against any unfortunate person. These chaps who had followed Dave Flint of that cut. It happened that not one among them felt sympathy for him. The snowballs flew faster and thicker. Flint's shoulders and back spattered over-with !narks. One hit him fairly in the .back of the neck. Another hard one struck his. ear with such force that it seemed almost tqrn from his head. -Flint \\'as shaking no1Y. Clint Shaw found a hard, farge as a man's fist. ragged piece of ice as • "\Vatch 1ne nail him with this!" he cried. The missile flew true enough, striking Dave back of the ear and knocking him fonyard upon hi . s hands a,nd knees. He his skates as he fell.

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, 16 TIP TOP WEEKLY. That was the straw that broke the camel's back. He could endure no more. vVhen he rose he had a skate in each hand, and the face he turned on those boys was awful in its rage. Not a sound . escaped from h1s lips, but he flung one of his skates with all the strength of his,arm straight at Shaw. The boys had stopped when Dave turned. Shaw tried to dodge, but was not quick enough. The skate struck him in the face and knocked him down. Flint threw the other ska te, and then he charged upon them all, empty handed. The sight of his face that moment was enough to terrify them, and they fled instantly, running at top speed to get away, uttering cries of terror. There was one who did not run. It was Shaw, who lay groaning and bleeding on the ground, his nose broken . Flint stopped and looked down at Shaw in a pitile s s way. The blood was running in a stream and turning the snow red . "Bleed! bleed!" said Flint, in a terrible voice. "I hope ;you bleed to death!" Then, without stopping to pick up his skates, with out stopping for anything, he again set his face toward the academy and walked on . They followed h i m no further. They hooted and jeered at him no more. CHAPTER IX. THE ONE WHO WAS TRUE. "\Vhatever is this yere that I hear, pard ?" said Brad Buckhart, as he burst into the room where Dick was j ust wiping off his skates preparatory to putting t hem away. "They say Flint has let himself loose again and soaked Clint Shaw good and plenty." "vVhat's that?" exclaimed Dick. "I haven't heard." "I reckon it's right." "How did i t happen?" "Why, Flint hustled off after the game was over." " I missed him when I looked for him." "Shaw and some of his onery gang followed the fel low and got into a mix-up with him." "And he fough t thenr? I didn't suppose he would!" "Well, partner, I allow he can be rubbed the wrong way until there is no enduring it. He fixed Shaw up right handsome." "How?'' "Broke his nose." "Vihat ?" Dick was astonished. "That's what they say. Threw a skate at Shaw and just smashed his nose flat. Spoiled little Clintie's beauty. I hear that Shaw will bear ' the mark as long as he lives." "Too bad!" exclaimed Dick. "I opine it served the varmint abo1h right!" said Brad. "That Shaw is a coyote! You hear me shout! He's meaner than Chet Arlington, if that's within the limit of possibility, and I don't know as how it is." "I'm sorry for Flint," said Dick. "Oh, that's different! But I don't reckon you'fl have to worry ab out him. Shaw lied to the doctor; sa'.d he got hurt on the ice. It seems he didn't want to tell the tru. th. It's not likely Flint will get into any great trouble over it." "He's in trouble 11.ow," said Dick. "You don't knovv Flint, Bracl." "But you do, pard. what is it about him? Is it true that his father died in jail?" "I have nothing to say about that." "But he has told you about himself; anyhow, that's what I hear." Dick frowned a little. "I wonder how such a report started," he said. ' "I'm sure I told no one anything of the sort." "I know you didn't, for you wouldn't tell me . But that's what's going." Dick put his skates away. "I must go see Flint," he said. "Let me go along, pard." "What for?" "I vvant to congratulate him." "You couldn't make a bigger mistake." "What's that? Mistake? Why?" "He'll want no congratul tions. If he broke Shaw's nose, if he lifted his hand against Shaw, there'll be no one in this school as sorry as Dave Flint." "Oh, I opine Shaw is a heap sight sorrier," kled the Texan. "I know I'd be if I were in his place." Dick went up to Flint's room. There was a light in the corridor, for it had grown dark. . \Vhen he rapped on the door there was no answer. He again, but still received no answer. Then he tried the door, found it unfastened, and entered. There was no light in the room. Dimly he saw a figure sitting on a chair . . It did not move.

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TIP TOP WEEKLY. 17 "Hello, Dave! " exclaimed Dick, cheerfully. "Sitting' in the dark? Let's light up." He struck :;i. match and lighted the lamp on the table. The figure did not stir whi;e . he was doing this. When the lamp was lighted Dick 0 looked toward Flint. The fellow sat there like a stone image, his eyes fastened on the visitor, and Dick was almost apby the expression o f that scarred face. ';For Heaven's sake, what is it, Flint?" he cried "You look as if you had just committed murder!" "I have!" said Flint. "Oh, no! you ' re mistaken. Shaw has a broken nose, but that's all." "No, that is not all! I have killed my last hclpe. .my last chance in this world! It is murder!" Flint's voice was 1 as terrible as his face. Dick grasped Flint's meaning in a moment. This fellow had struggled with hi: ; 1 self, had fought d es perately to govern his terribl e temper, and now he felt th a t he had failed. "I'm sure Shaw provokeq yon beyond measure," said Merriwell. "You were not to blame." "I felt that I was master of rriyself," said Dave. "Now I know I am not. I promised my dying mother never again to lift my hand against a human being. I ha ye broken that promise! There is no hope fot • me! I feel it-I know it! I am lost!" "Nonsense! Your mother c o uld not blame you if she knew. You v recoiled, saying in a low, intense, harsh tone: "Don't you put your hand on me!" "Why, what do you mea_n ?" "You help me! \Vhy, you have done more to hurt m e than any one else!" "I have? Flint, you're mad!" "Yes, you-you! I trusted you-I told you all about myself. I told you about my unfortunate father and h ow he died." "Yes." "You promised never to tell any one." "Yes." "You lied!" "Hol d on, Dave! Be careful! You are crazy to make such talk to me!" I . "You lied!" reiterated Flint. "You betrayed me!" "It is not true! I did not betray you!" "You repeated my story to somebody, and it has passed from lip to lip until every fellow here knows my father died in prison. You did that! That was the way you helped me!" "Flint, you never made a greater mistake in your life!" 'Do you deny it?" "Yes. I have never breathed a word to a living soul. I have not even any part of the truth to Buckhart, who had tried to pump me concerning you." Flint seemed to doubt. "Then how do they know?" e "I can't tell." "How do they know I told you the story unless you your self betrayed me?" "I can't answer that, Flint; but I give you mv word -the word of a Mernwell-that I have not toia anything of your secret to a living soul." When Dick spoke like that he was impressive and convincing to the final degree. Flint stood there, wavering, but he read honesty and truth in the face of his companion, and, of a sudden, he cried: "I believe you, Dick-I believe you! You are my only friend ! Forgive me for doubting you!" And tears started from his eyes.

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TIP TOP WEEK L Y . CHAPTER X . "FATE IS AGAINST ME HERE!" F l in t was ove r come by the reaction. He t urned his h ea d away, ashamed of his tears. Yet those tears were proof enough t hat his w::is nnt vet h::irdP.necl hopelessly . Dick was moved. • "Can you forgive me? .. asked Flint. humbly. know I don't deserve it! I know I was a mean fel low to ac c use you after all you have done for me! A n d you are my only friend here! But for you 1 dont know what I should have done . But for you I might have choked Arlington to death, and then where wouid I be now! But fo . r you I could not ha Ye sent Little Bill to the docto r as soon as I did. Poor Little Bill! But some time he'll be straight and strl111g. anJ he'll h;,n-e you to thank." Dave choked. ''Sit down, old man,,. said Dick. a ficr the 111:11111cr of one friendly lad spe .aking to a . companion he regards as his eq u al. "\Ve'll talk this thing mer in a sensible manner. You were excited when I came in, and you didn't know what you were saying. ' 'That's right," eagerly agreed the boy v:ith the sca r . "But I was a fool to talk to you that way. I know you didn't tell. Dick, though I don t see how they found out so much.'" He sat down, and Dick dre\\. a chair near. The room was rather bare and cheerless. lt :"D :\wLe diCKe MeRiWel leT yOlTe HAv." Dick felt his heart swel l as he studied out these hopeful words. Flint \\a s saying: Bill mt1st go to school. Lots of times he has talked with me aboi1t how fine it is to go t o sc h ool and g-et an education. .-\fter I pay you that money I shall begin saving tn sencl him to school somewhere-bitt not here! ' ' flint's mice grew harsh as . he spoke the fiual words. .. Dave ... said Dick. "'l want this lette r." '"\\.hy, \\"hy-\\hat for?'" ".\fever 1fay T ha Ye it?"' F'Jir;t hesitated. "Why, I keep all of Little Bill's letters: he said. "J-. 1 suppose-I can let you-haYe it."' Dick resolved at nnce _ to expla i n why he wished t() have that letter. ''DaYe . my brothe r is rich. 1 am rich . aithough, by iriy father's will, I do not come into my money until I am twentyone. ::viy br0ther is always looking for an to help so m e one who really deserves help. Althoi1gh !t _ ;::; nof ge11erall)' knmrn, he founde d the

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TIP TOP WEEKLY. Lakeside School for Girls. It was his money that say I broke his nose. He will hate me always, for brought that school into existence. If he knew about like myself, he'll wear a scar as long as he lives." Little Bill he would be delighted to help him. My "He can blame no one but himself for that. He brother, I am sure, would think it a privilege to put brought it on himself." Bill somewhere i6 a scho o l and give hi1:1 the education "He vYill not think so." he needs. I want to send this letter to Frank when I "I don't think you have any reason to worry because write him about Bill." of Shaw. It is ivy opinion that he realizes you would Flint turned his head away, and a great lump be cleared of blame, for it is certain he has made no swelled up in his throat. complaint against you. He lied to the doctor about "All right," he s a id, in a low tone. "I don't dethe manner in which he was injured. If you don't serve such kindness from you-after I was mean and get into trouble over this, are you afraid to stay and su spicious and said such things to you l I-I don't face the rest of the fellows?" like to accept charity. I will not accept it l But I "No, I'm not afraid." haven't the money now, and Bill ought to go to school. "Then stay. I believe the best way to conquer is I'll be glad to have him sent to school, but I'll. pay to face one's enemies." back every dollar, every cent that is spent on him. "I think you're right; but all the struggle will not If your brother sends ' Bill to school and gives him an be between my enemies and myself. I am weaker than education it must be with that understanding. And / I was before I gave w-ay to my anger when Arlington I'll pay it if I live!" . struck Little Bill. I thought I had mastered myself Dave 'Flint spoke those words like a pledge-an before that. But to-day I became furious because
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2 0 TIP TOP WEEKLY. "But I did not touch Thatcher!" exclaimed Dave, in astonishment. "Thatcher has made the charge on account of Cadet Shaw,'' explained the corporal. "He claims that he was present when Cadet Flint made the malicious attack on Cadet Shaw." "It's no use!" muttered Flint, thickly, in deep de jection. "They are bound to clown me! I am ready, corporal. March me to the guardhouse! Do anything you like !" As they were about to march him away in their midst he turned to Dick. "Good-by. Merriwell !" he said, hoarsely. "I won't forget your kindness. But you see fate is against me here. I'll have to go! Good-by!" "Forward!" commanded the cadet corp o r al. Tramp, tramp, away they went along the corridor toward the stairs, on the way to the guardhouse with their prisoner. CHAPTER XI. BUCKHART SEES THATCHER. Dick returned to his room and told Buckhart what had happened. "It's a roaring outrage!" decl ared Brad. "It is, I know! I'm not in love with Flint. He's too blamed ugly for me to take to him right much, hut he ought to have a square deal. Pard, this here thing is dead wrong!" "There's no doubt about that." agreed Dick. "Whatever can we do?" "VVe must do something." "Let's go and find Thatcher. You hold my coat and hat while I thump him some." "That won't help Flint." "\Veil, I allow it will help my feelings a right bit." "Flint must be helped." "We can think about that after I get through with Thatcher." • "Better think about it now." "But I'm just itching some to put my br and on Thatcher." Buckhart's words and manner were lau ghable, but Dick did not smile. "I think Flint will come out all .right when the truth is known, as it must be. He won't be hurt. " "But Thatcher will!" "It's most unfortunate." "For Thatcher!" "Sha\\' did not tell that Flint broke his nose.'' "Thatcher will \•:ish he hadn't told!" "The whole truth must come out now. The investi gation must shovv just how the fellows followed and ins ulted Flint until he could endure it no longer. They pelted him ,,ith snowballs and ice until he resented an.cl threw his skates at th e m, hitting Shaw. Too bad he didn't hit that fellow Thatcher!" "I'll hit Thatcher for him!" Brad was impatient . He felt that he had a duty to perform \\'ith Thatchd, and he was eager to attend to it. "Wait a while about that," said Dick. "If vou were t o give Thatcher a thumping and it came out at the inve st igati o n that you did so because of Flint it would hurt F lint's cause." "Then I won ' t explain to Thatcher just why I do it. I'll thump him on genera l principles." "No, Brad; it's no good. It won't do." Buckhart sat down in deep disgust. "Do you mean to say," he inquired, "that I am not to have the extreme plea s ure of punching Thatcher in the jaw? Waugh!" • "l ot until after this Flint business is over. I have a plari." The disapp oi ntment of the Texan was so keen that he did not even inquire into Dick's plan. "I'll go to Professor Gunn," said Dick. "I think I can tell him enough about Flint to awaken his inter est, and I'll betray no confidences, either. I'll see him right away." He hurried from the room. Buckhart sat still some little time. He scowled at the floor. Then he lifted his clinched hands and struck out with his left. A moment later he jumped from his ch a ir, struck again, guarded, dodged, parried, ducked and struck with all his might. "Ha! ha!" he said, in satisfaction. "That is 011e for Dave Flint! How do you like it, Mr. Thatcher? Squeal on Flint, will you? Well, get up and I'll give you some more of the same sort! It's just what you need a right good lot. When I have finished this little job you will see your mistake in talking so much." Once more he stood on guard. "Ready !" he said. "Come on! Ha!" Parry, dodge, side step-then a left hander. "Right in the solar plexus!" he remarked, with sat

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TIP TOP WEEKLY. 2 1 isfaction. "That must have jarred yo,u . a little, Thatcher! Aren't you sorry you spoke? \Vhat? Not sorry yet? \Veil , get into geer and I opine I'll be able to make y o u sorry before we finish this little rnmpus." Once more he went at it , thi s time fiercer than ever. He struck a number of times, seeming to find it a difficult fight . Once or twice it seemed that he wa s hit, but still he kept at it. Finally , with a tremendous blow he once more sent his imaginary antagonist down. Then he stood there, his hands clinched , glaring at the floor. "Have y o u had a great plenty , Thatcher?" he in quired. ' ' I reckoned so. Well, now you are to appear at Flint's trial to-tnorrow morning and tell the truth. Understand? You are to tell just how you cheap dogs drove him i to doing something to defend him s elf. Got that straight. ? Wl1at? You won't? Then get ilp , Tha tcher, and I'll paint the map of Texas on your mug! You'll ha Ye to promise before I'm finished with y ou. You hear me shout! " There was a pau se, at the end of which Brad smiled with sati sfaction. "I thought you'd promise!" he said. "And novY you want to keep your word, for if you don't, by the great horn I'll hunt you up after the trial is over and give you something a hundred time s worse than this! You hear me! I will, I know!" Having delivered himself thus, Brad grinned a . nd s eemed uncertain he would do. That uncertainty did not continue long. He took down his cap and put it on his head. "I think I'll go find Thatcher," he said , and went out. When Dick returned to that room about an hour later he found Buckhart bathing a swollen eye in cold water. " Hello!" Merri well exclaimed. " .\rVhat have you done?" "Thatcher!" was the answer. "\i\Tha t ?" "I couldn ' t help it, pard. J felt it my solemn duty, and I \vent forth and performed that duty. Thatcher will tell all about what those galoots did to Flint. He'll spin a straight yarn when he stands before the court to-morrow. I made him promise that. Then I m a de him a promise . I allow e d that I'd know if he failed to keep his word, I'd sure give him some more of the same." "He gave you a black eye!" "You should see the two black eyes I gave him!" Dick sat down and laughed. It's no ' use, Brad, " he said; "you can ' t be held in check!" I "Well, I don't opine this will do Flint any harm," said the Texan. "And Thatcher isn't likely to put up much of a holler about what happened to him. I'm some satisfied with what I've done for Flint. How did you get along?" "First rate . " "You saw Old Gunn?" "Yes . I t old h im enough to interest him in Flint. I to l d him how Flint had worked and saved to have his brother treated, a n d how he was though t and cowardly by the boys of his class . I explained how he was driven into defending himself to-day. The professor thought it might be best to leave him in the guardhou se to-night, but to see that is exonerated to-morrow. F l int will come out of this affair with flying co l ors . " "So will Thatcher-black-and-blue. He put up a right good fight, pard, but I felt that I had ri g h t on my side, and the way I went into him was too much for him at last.' ' "Well, we can retire feeling that we have done everything possible for Dave Flint." ' ' I reckon. And he 'll come off all right sure." But in the morning it was found that F l int was gone. During the night he had escaped from t he guardhouse. He had disappeared. CHAPTER XII. THE LAST STRUGGLE. It wa s near morning when Dave Flint finally suc ceeded in escapi n g from the g u ardhouse. The cadet o n guard was asleep as Dave stole out. Dave had slept none that night. All night he li!Od watched and worked to s ecure his freedom, fearing that he would not succeed before dawn. His heart was full of bitterness and despair. His high hopes an d aspirations seemed tottering to their fall. When he was safely outside , he pau s ed to put on his. sh oes. which he had rem o ved in order that he .might ]Jass the sleeping sentr . y without disturbing the fellow. The dawn star was gleaming white above the hori z on. The air was still and cold. All the blue _skY. spread over hi s head was aglitter with jewel s .

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22 TIP TOP WEEKLY. The academy buildings rose dark and still. He looked toward the barrncks, where in not a window was there a ray of light. He ti;rned toward the gym nasium, which crouched behind the other buildings , and somehow it seemed like a great animal on the point of springing. This caused him to start away in fear. ]'he snow gave forth a sharp crunching sound be neath his feet. He shivered and drew his coat about him as he passed the barracks. \Vhen he had gone on a little distance, he turned and looked back. r Something was pulling at his heart. He had not fancied he would feel this way about . leaving . A short time before stealing from the guardhouse he had im agined he would hasten with joy from the place where he had met so much disappointment. He remembered now how his heart had beat when he first set eyes on the academy buildings. Then he had felt s ure he would be welcomed and treated like a brother in this mo s t democratic of schools. It scarce ly seemed possible that he was stealing away now, after such a short stay, an outcast, despised and hated by his own class. Had Flint been a fellow of weakness he might have broken, down and wept. There was a feeling in his heart more intense than that required to bring tears to the eyes of most boys. But he steeled himself now. Low down in the east there was a faint paleness that told of coming day. "I must hurry!" he muttered. Still he lingered. He looked toward a certain win 'dow. It was the window of Dick :Merriwell's room. "My only friend!" he said, chokingly. "I'll not forget you ! There are not many like you, Dick! Good-by! \Ve may never meet again, but I'll not forget you!" He set his back toward the academy buildings and strode on. The' cold air reddened his cheeks and made his ears tingle. Crunch, crunch, sounded the snow beneath his feet. On a rise he paused, for there he knew he could look back and see the buildings for the last time. The light in the east had risen and broadened, with a faint amber tinge, low down, gradually fading. 'The stars were dying in the blue sky. The world was sleeping beneath its white spread. Dave looked toward the academy buildings, which now could be distinctly seen, even at that distance. tl'he light from the eastern sky glinted on their win-.
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TIP TOP . . 23 ..,.. .. . . . . . . . Dave found himsel f g rowing hungry as the day :idvanced. He ha.d eaten nothing the previous night. nor had he partaken of any breakfast. Being a strong, lad. he felt the need of food keenly. "I must ha Ye something to eat!" he finally ex claimed. He hacl some money in his pocket. and he called at the next farmhouse. The ii1a1i •of the hoi. 1 se was away, hut the woman asked hirri in; whe{1 he told her . he was hungry and would i_)ay for something to eat. ''I don?t hapj)en to have much of anything cooked.'' ;,he, said. "I gor some bread and pJenty of "Bread and 1ni.lk ! That's good enough fo1'. meT' exdaimed:nave. "Let :me have som-e of that.'' So he was gi a pitcher of milk; p}e1ity of bread, a bowl and a spoon. He Sat do\\:11 at the bare harcl "oocf fa'.IJie. and ate. Ne\er in hi-s life had food tasted better. The \\'Oman lo6Red him 6n: r thn)t-igh her spectacles . "Ha,; e \66 been fra\'eling fur?'' she asked. in a kindly tone. ";\ot ,ery.'' answered Dave. "h's a good if fooks some like a stonn "Yes-; g't.iess we're goin' tci l1av-e .. somemore sno-w. Yott seciir
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TIP TOP WEEKLY. Flint's silence terrible. His eyes seemed to blaze in gloom of the clark s hed. "Help!" screamed Chester. "Help! He is going .to murder me!" At that moment a foaming horse was reined up just outside, and Dick Merriwell leaped from the back of the animal. He had not been sent out \vith any party fo look for Flint, but had asked lea\'e to search independently. He had hired a saddle-horse and had fol lowe d Dave by asking questions along the road. He was passing the church when he heard the sounds of the struggle in the s h eds behind it. Once before Dick had sa Yed Chester from Flint, and again he was bare l y in time. Flint did not know what he meant to do _ , but he kne\Y there was something black and terrible in hi s heart. Dick did not use force, but he got close to Da, e and looked into his eye s, speaki n g in a low tone. "It's all right, Dave," he said, quietly. 'fl have fixed it all right for yo u at the school. Professor Gunn w ill see that you get jus tice. He h a s promis ed me. Don't hurt Arlington. Daw; he isn't worth it. Let him.go.'_ ' What was the secret of Dick Merriweil's pO\ver; His _influ e n ce o\'e r Dave F lint was most Dave seemed to return to his senses, and Chester \,yas permitted to slip t'o the floor. • The Next f4umber. (356) Will Contain' r . . , . llick M _ erriwell's Model; OR, Frank Merriwell Fighting for a Fortune. ,, .. EXTRA! EXTRA! I I " MERRIWELL MILLIONS IN ! . Great Mining Syndicate's Plot to the r arnous. Merriwell Mines in Mexico. i W'o Ameri<:an Heroes . fiice Possib le Ruin. Dick took. Daves arm and helped him up. FARDALE SPECIAL, January 10.-Startling revelations h;i\-e developed this week. Frank and R1chard ' Merri)yeJI stand in great danger of losing their fatht'l''s famous g6klmii1es in )dexicd. T1he Cons olidateci . 11:ining Association of Arnerica has concocted a plot b.y \Yhich they intend to absorb the Merriwell holdings. F1ir1t Leitest reports state that Frank Merri well lias ' taken up s eemed weak as a child now. "I a m glad I found yo u , my friend!" said Jvierriwell. "There is no reason why, yo u should run away. Come ' back with me. Trust me. It will be all right." the fight agains t this po\\'erful syndicate and will -con: test every ihch bitterly. r 'am cleared for action," said . the renov\ned Y;ale athlete to a Tip Top r :epresenta-. _ tive. "This is likely to be the greatest fight of" m: : life. Not only am I making this battle in my own * * * * * * * terests, but I have niy brother Dick's interests as well returned to the academy and was exoneratec! to defe nd. Should the syndicate s ucceed we will b e o n his trial, for the boys who had followed him from left in poverty. Personally I do not fear after the hockey confessed that they had :nan a of and_ should. . . • I ha\' e faced and fouo ht it once before m mv life. But nagged him heyoncl endurance and forced lmn to de-I . 0 1 .ff k' d f -fi 1 d no w 111tend to put up t 1 e st 1 est '111 o . a g 1t, an fe1icl himself. " the Consolidated Mining Association of America will _ From that day Daye Flint wai held in greater relearn before they get through with this affair what it sp ect by the cadets gen era lly , fo r they had come to means to be in a fight to the finish " ith Frank Mer rirealize that he possessed wonclerfnl strength and could fight and would fight when compelled to do so . As ,for Dave, the friendship and h e lp of Dick :\1er ri well . was of priceless Yalue to him in many ways. THE END. 're!L" These are stirring -Be on the look out for developments. For full par. ticulars of the desperate battle nO'W being waged be t\\een the plotty syndicate and Frank :.\'lerriweij re.ad . Tip 355.

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126 TIP T OP W EEKLY . in Frank. . I h o pe )'OU will be able t . o find .. room ior thi s in your Applause C olumn, and with best wishes for good _to Standish and Messrs. Street & Smnh, and also to all l 1p 1 o readers, I beg tb sign myself, . :vL V, ?-.!ILLER. Boston; Mass. There is always room for a letter from one of our readers in the Applause Column, and we add, let us hear from you again. I been taking your Tip Top Weekly since No. 326. There are many good reasons why Tip Top is the best wee kly published. One of them i s that Frank. Dick and Bart arc shining lights for young m e n and boys tD folloll'; another is that it cltlntains very little bad language. l like the physical culture department, because young rnen and boys who wi s h to become hea lth: 1 asebal_l teams. 1 think. all chllractets 111 Tip fop arc all r1ght. rhere arc many mfrno t publications on the market at the present time, so that it is not remarkable that this is the bes t. I will close with a hearty d 1e\:r for Tip Top. Yours truly, DEWITT Couns. Garner, Hancock Co., Ia . You are evid ently one of Tip Top's all-arol111d friends, for do you not find cause for enthusiasm in every respect, It is fine to see it, and you rl!ust write again. Having been a constai1t reader of Tip Top for over three years, I can no longer keep from adding rny ''Applause" with till' many other ardent admirers of )'Ollr now famous publicatio n. I \irish , to thank Burt L. throug h these column s for the masterly way he has p o inted our the eYil of the cigarette habi t. By reason . of his plain talks o n this subject I h a 1 c give n up smoki,ng of every kind. A s I aspire to lie a good athlete whe n olde r. l an! nlso greatly intereste d it1 all hi s advice o n training . I h a 1 c t ricd to imit:ite 'Dick's rliving tackle" and s ucce e d fairly well. \Viih best :wishes to Tip Top, l \\'ill c!o:;c, from WILLIE l\IcCM.L. Sfonv.ham , '.\fa ss. to. you, and the greatest ii represented in. the Appfat}:;e Col!lmn. By doing so. ii . i s b 1'onght in tollch wi.tl) c \-.e.r y .fo1yji 'L'nited J{ I a boy 1 woui'd never give up until l co1ild he l ik,, :Pie..!> :\forriwc ll. He c c rtai1Jly . is the li111rt. In reading about has helpe d mi; . to 1ny wor'3t fault-abad temper. , J .. I i .ke. all the characters of tlw Tip Top ,cry muc h. Of the girl,: I like Zona and June Arlington. I ho p e .that in time Dick will wip Chester A. as hi s frie11d. \Vishing to sec my letter in the A,ppla;1Be Celu11111 l ll'i!J not make it too l o n g. but will close now, wit h wishes to Bun L. and Street & Smi th. . C1,.11'. .. Wa.itsburg, Wash. . . _ . . .. . .'You have tht> tighl :1111d wh.en yop ieel that th. cr.e is, sqmc one who i s truly a model; the n you arc wise le \ mi.late, ,en a> a girl, there are many things in Dick's characte.r which y.ou couJd b e proud to know i11 your O\irn , so let 111m $!!11 be you. r beacon light. :\s . I have not s e e n any letter in your Applause Cohttn n from out city 1 thO!lght I w ould try to write one. I want to. congratulate :\lr. B. Standish for, such a splelidld book. It 1 s the best I ever read It is the book far tl)c American. youth. I rt'commencl i t t o any boy or gentleman. ';\!r. :\Ierrill'c ll is worth admiring. He i s a star athlete and a y o tmg h e ro. June .Arlingto11 is the girl for :\Ir. :\1e?Tiwell. It seem s to m e t hat h e thmks more o f June than Doris or Felecia; and June loves Mr. Merriwell. She ha s thought a great de a l of him ever s ince he k ept off those horrid d o gs. She showed it when s h e gave h i m her charm ;iur:l told him to kee p i t ' 'Always, always." June came lo him in t he time of and saYed the day for Dick and his companions. Just r ea d No. 3++ and yon will agree with m e that Jun\! Arlington is the gi rl for Dick Merriwcll. I hope it will be 'Mrs. Mern wcll sorrte day. and so docs Dick. Tip Top i s \\'Orth reading and Dick i s w orth admiring. Hurrah! for Dick, June and Mr. Standish: CuEsTER KnrnROUGH. Richmond, Mo. (;!ad to have; Richmond represente d so ably i_n our columm. You to be a great admirer of our ne11 hcrom c . and she dcscnes your prais e for s h e i s a fine girl. \.\ 'e have r ea d t11c Tip Top for a year and think it is the king of book,;. D ic k is Ille greatest ahcl grandest boy that ever lived. Felecia and D o r is are S\\'eet girls. but clear little Felecia is the one for Dick, our noble boy. W e 11i!l l ea.l'e :\l r. Bun. L. Standis h lP the matter about Dick's love affairs. Y.rarik i s super io r to all bovs of his age, and so is hi s clea r old friend Bart. \ Ve .are Yery gfad Inza and Elsie haYc settled theiim atter to 'uit thcm:-e!Ye>. vVc think June Arlington is a d ea r girl, too, :md \\'e think s h e is Dick's nlasco t. vVe h o pe the time will come whe n Che;tcr ,\ • ill b e Dick' s fri end. \;l,'ith three chcef,; for Dick. Frank. and t heir cro\\'d, ai1cl best wishes to Burt L. Standis h. we wiil do,;l'. Two s'isters, . :tltAGGXE AND Go!.01E STEWART.,.: , Krnton. Ohio. Li ttle \\ :onde r that Dick ;ind hi s young a r c of such de"p intcrc' s t io you. \Ve are glad 'the y ha1 e such 1i'arm and cntlwsiasti c :idmire r s among our girl readers . 1 1:ikc grea t .p!easu ft' in writihg you nnd.'l e ttii'1g you know h b 1\• highly I cstee111 the Tip Top Weekly. I do n o t thi1ik it the b e, t bo0k for young a1itl old. b!lt am thoroughly convinced Of tlk fact '-" I am b old enough to -say it i s fa1' .above a ll otlier \Veckli'cs 11t'W print. J wish• to <;Gri!,(ralu late l\Ir: Siandis h e n hiF: d('nr wr'it ing. H opini< for thL s 'ucccss of Tip T op, and fhanking :'y0u . f_or publishing n1y pid t.tresr -are this w eek iii-. U1<..Chfl o k . l nia,i1, f t of TiJl Top, .. i\ foi.;'!'t.Et.: b es ''. . . ... '.\fany \hanks ' for your. war m praise of Tip Top ... : '.'Th11 hr:!;t" , i"; what _they. a.11 .. sa y q f ;": -,.-. .. : I hn,e read evei v' ' f-ip 'rop 'frnm .No. 1 clatc;:bllf can : frnfh fon j 1 1ie: .?-iPrlause, that (lid me., so nmd1 .isood, and inspire d m e 10 1\'ntt fh1's';' :is that of "A White-Hot'D.or i's Cha1\1p ion1'o-in " )fo. Jqz:• 1 : hll1c•.waited-'fo r j ust Sl!C h a lette r. ai1ci c:innot allcnv fi.to gO' ui1hns1vcrdl. . ' P c;i'nnot allow him lo be the only r c;tl-Doris ch:unpion. The r e:tdt: r,; tif the Ti-p Columq _ om: m-0rc,' ,at who-,cau .be.-Ju st. as at1;.
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TIP TOP WEEKLY. self: \Vhy this FeleciaDoris controversy? Surely eve r y one knows that Doris is Dick's sweetheart and that he lo\es this dear little girl. The author has shown us this, he has shown us that she also loves our noble hero, t h is brother of King Merr iwell, this handsome, daring Dick. Feleci a was Dick's playmate, and that seems years now, she is just his \:Ousin. a clear irienresi Dick to help him over his follies. Three cheers for Brad, Ted Smart, and all the rest. Burt L. included. I remain a loyal Tip Top reader and an admirer of June Arlington. I. J. GREENLEE. Pittsburg, Pa. As one of our constant readers, we are glad to h ea r from you, and what you think of D ick and his frien ds. They are fine young characters, and seem to be the beloved of all. It has been several months since I have written to your Applause Column, so I shall take advantage of this opportunity and write to-day. 1 shall begin by stating I am one of the few of Chester Arlington's admirers. I do not think Arlington has been treated with respect by the members of the' football association. Because Arlington's father is wealthy Chester was looked upon by nearly every one from his first appearance at Fardale a rascal. I know that Arlington is somewhat of a braggart, bu t could not Dick haw broken him of this small habit and made him one. of his stanchest friends? If Arling_ton were on the football team of Fardale it would be improved nearly one hundred per cent., for he is capable of p laying any positiori on the kam, as he is strong, heavy and quick. In a week's practice he would a better half-back than Darrell, for he h as been playing football nearly all his lifl'. Any one that has read Tip Top and studied the characters as carefully as I have would at o n ce see Arlington has not been treated well. Hoping that Dick will giYe him more of an opportunity to show his good qualities, I remain, A CONSTAN'f R.E.\DER. I see you arc a liberal judge and belieYc in giving every one his due. Of conrse Chester has hi s good points, and maybe been uni ustly denounced. Time will tell though how the wind blows, and if he proves himself worthy of praise you may be sure Dick and his friends will be first-to give it.

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I YALE'S .CHAMPIONSHIP AND T H [ FOO T BALL SEj\SON. All TrP TOP readers are familiar by this time with ihe 'term "BIG FOUR.., They all know that when the smoke of battle clears away after the fierce gridiron fights of each year and the time comes to award the laurels of the season all the colleges are putting forth their claims to the right of being called ONE of THE BIG FOUR. Early in the season, Trr Toi'. through Professor Fourmen, pre dicted a year of sweeping victories ior OIL! Eli's Team. You remember what \\'e said : "Yal e is a sure winner this year.' ' That prediction was made nearly three months ago, and we now are glad to frel that T1r Tor>'s football instinct. science and training can be relied upon when it comes to sizing nti the merits of the big teams . \Vas Yale a \\'inner? Very much so, and yet thereby hangs a tale. You nay say that Yale did not ha1 e s uch a wonderful team. and your argument may be that the grand old Blue had some mighty close calls. as, for instance. " ith \Ves t Po>nt, where a tie game was the best Yale could pull out. \Veil, that is all very true. But just stop and think it O\'er a minute. It make,; a v e ry interesting story from first to last. Out of the a s hes of l as t year's defeat Yale came for\\'ard in the early part of the season with a mt;re skeleton of a team. There ll'ere Capta i n Chadll'ick. Center Holt. Guard Goss . End Rafferty and Tackle Hogan, good men, every one of them. but not enough to make a winning team. The problem that presented it se lf to the coaches 11as " here they could find the rest of the needed material. It was necessary to find a tackle, a guard. an end, a quarter. a half-back and a full back. Now. that problem has giYen many a head coacher an attack of "cold feet," and with good reason. This year Hea shook their heads and looke d grave. lt was at t his juncture that a little fel low by th e name of Metcalf came lo the front. He h ad already h1ade his reputation on the "varsi ty baseball team co1ering second cushion. He was quick as lightning. shifty on his feet, and had a omething wonderful! Fonr freshies. fom babies, working like beavers and gaining the lustre of your stars by their splendid playing-four mere kids, playing for dear lifr on this team of yours, \\'hich is snre to come off victor! It's something unheard of! Yet, these were the facts. Yale had cli,;coycred four freshmen, had put her faith in them. and now it • remained to whip this greenhorn team into ,;hapc. They had lots to learn about ;\{ale's method and style. even though they had the true Yale spirit and grit in their hearts. The coaches realized this . and set to work in earnest. This team must he taught to . play as one man. for that is Yale's way. Don't think for a moment that everything went smoothly from that time, for it did not. The freshies were doing their best. but their play was often r agged and ill-timed. They had not yet learned t h e full meaning of Yale's method. For all that, the team kept hammering away, rolling up big 'cores against the m inor colleges. Then came t h e \:'Vest Poi n t game. \\'hiclt served up a big-surprise. You remember the score \\'as a to What was the mailer \\'ith this giant team? Couldn't they play the game? Had they been Ol'cre stimated' Yes and no . That \\'as the answer the coaches made. .They couldn't play the game for all that was iu them yet. They lacked !he knowledge of how to get the be,;t out of t hen'}fehes . 'They slammed the Soldiers do\\'n the field b e fore them. b u t when it came to the final test, the critical moment. whrn the ball hung on the line waiting to be pushed oYer , the " a r riors in blue becamt!' too anxi ' ous, forgetting their Yale teachings and letting the plucky little soldiers hold them for .is. And so it was throughout the game.

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TIP TOP WEEKLY . Yale was able to advanCT: the b all at will, i.;.ntil they reached the critical point, and here they failed. .This was the weak link in their chain of strength, and this link it was that the coaches se t to work to reforge after the West Point di sappointment. They were not discouraged, simply di sappointed, becau se they knew their team could do better, so they set th e m to work to learn the necessary trick of '"sticking to it . ., How well they did thi s, the Princeton game showed. You all know what Y ale had to fear in Princeton, for the Tigers h a d a 1rnnderful dro p-ki cker in De Witt, who rould put the ball over about nin e Limes out of ten. That was a hard propos ition, because it would be absoit1tely necessary to ke e p Princeton out of striking di s t a nce . So when Yale started in to buck Princeto n, the boys in blue ground their teeth and kept pushing the Tigers b ac k and back before th e m. They had learned the little trick, and when th e game was 01er the score did not show how hard a battle they had 11aged, o nly allowing Pi;inceton to g ,et with. in striking distance once, thus making one goal from the field by D e \\'itt as a final score of twelve to five. In the following w ee k Yal e entered the Hanard game de cidedly at her best point of the season. Thus timed to the honr, her plays showed the greatest precisio n of the season, and before the end of tlie contest her team had scored twenty-three points to Hanard's nothing, having compl e t ed the season without a defeat. PRINCETON started off with rather poor prospects whe n looking back on the preceding season , but with a lot of nry promising material. In De Witt Princeton had a kicker who was greatly to h e feared. How greatly, y o u c a n imagine whe n remembering that again s t Princetons two strongest oppo n ents, Cornell and Yale,. De Witt did all tht:! scoring, m aking three goals fro m drop-kicks, two of them nearly half the length of the field: But i n the Yale contest the p o w e r o f the attack of the men in bl uc was to o great even for this excellent kicking of De Witt to equal i ze. Princeton's attack was n o t strong enough to pi e rce the Yale defence. For that reason Yale fin a lly won by a sco r e of twel ve to fi'e, Chadwick making two touchdowns by brilliant runs from near mid-field. On another occasion Yale carried the bali two-thirds the length of the field, but Princeton heroically held her just outside her goal line. HARVAHD started the season after having, in 1 9or, a most s u ccessful year, in which her team had suffered no defeat, and had beate n her princ ipal rival, Yale, twenty-two t o nothing. Of veterans she had Captain Kerna n, Bowditch, Barnard, ?.Iarshall, Stillman, and, best o f a,1, in Graydon, the most p owerful fu llback in the ranks of first-class t ea ms. At the time of sending the team to New Haven the Yale game, the men were all in very good condition, thanks to the able work of the coaches. Several of them expr essed themselves as decidedly confident as to the re su lt. The two teams met, and Yale won by the large score of twenty-three t o nothing. Such a score, to one not witnessing the game, would indicate that th e contest was one-sided. It was one-sided o nly, however, as far as the score stood, for there was no time when, as is usually the case in such an overwhelming victory, the defeated team became powerless. Harvard's attack almost through the game was dangerous. At one period she carried the ball half the length of the field, and only at the s even-yard l ine was Yale a bl e to hold her. There were other times, too, when h e r attack gained ground quite consistently, but it was not sufficiently varie d, and Y ale became more and more accustomed to it, until, toward the end, its effectiveness was considerably shaded-But it was a good team that Hanard sent down. It struck h ard and bitterly contested every foot of ground. There were three points at which Yale s ho1\ ed a slight sttperiority, but that slight superiority was multiplied by constant repetition nntil it result e d in the large score n a m e . d above. Those three points were, a little greater variety of <\ttack, a littl e greater spee d in use of that attack, and a theory of defe n se whkh see m e d to m ore broadly cover p ossi bl e openin gs. 1 WEST POINT had one o f the most able teams the Army has produced si nce she ha s been playing football. She began the season rathe r s lowly. Tufts1 helcl her to fi1e points and Dickinson t o elc1en. Then Harrnrcl defeated her fourteen to six, but she began to come after that point, d efeating Williams twenty-eight to nothing, playing Yale a tic game, and simply overwhelming Syracuse .;6 to o. Then came the main contest of the year, the match with h e r old riv al. Annapolis. In this game West Point proved mistress o f th e si tuation, and, although not as safe on defense as a t other times in t h e s ea so n, allowing the Navv to sco re eight points and nearly tie her at the end of the first half h e r attack was so far and away the stronger as to put the eas ily out of doubt, and in the end she ran up no le s s than twentytwo points. Here, then, is the BIG FOUR OF 1902: Yale, Champio n. Princeton, Second. Harvard, Third. West Point, Fourth. Before closing this arl icle, I must call your attention to another strong p oint among Yale"s many strong points thi s year. You r emem ber that T tol d you how it was that Yale invented the famous "Tackle-Back Formation" three years ago, and how las t year Harrnrd perfected thi s powerful play and used Yale's own weapon against the Blue last season in such a way as to bring the Elis down to defeat. Perhaps your team has used this forma tion . At any rate, you must n eve r forget that it is to Yale that Americ a n Football owes most o f it s brilliant and powerful formation. Nearly every year Yale brings out some new forma ti o n. l\'Ir. \ ;\/a l te r Camp, the famous Yal e authority, invented the Tackle-Back pl2y, but this year the o n e who invented Yale's win nin g play is a m an whose name is d ear to every Yale man. l mean Mr. J.like J.forohy, the g reatest of athletic trainers. This n ew play was a m o diftcati o n o f the Tackle-Back pl ay. It was as clever as it was eff<'ctiv<'. for by me a n s of i t Chadwick made two runs of sixty yards eac h for touchdow11 s in the big games, in addition to rnanv s h orte r rnns . whil e little Metcalf was sent th rough this formation for his wonderful run of seventy-five yards for a touchdown in the Harvard game. This i s the way ii i s done: . The Tackle-Back Formation i s made behind the line, the signal given, and th e formation i s hurled into the opposing line. But just here comes the difference. Instea d of sending the runner b ehind this formation, the quarter-back simply stands and h o ld s the ball for a delayed pass, until the opposite line has swung both w ings int o a formation to m eet the Tackle-Back play. This leaves one s id e of the opposing line entirely unguarded. Then, . quick as a flas h. the quarter the ball to a waiting half, who darts through an opening which the opposing team has made for him by a llow ing thcmsehes to be fooled on the fake Tackle-Back play. This seems easy on p aper, but it required weeks of t raining to time ihe play exactly, for it i s sure to . fail if it i s one secon d too fast o r oo slow. Some weeks ago I h a d the pleasur e of attending a banquet given to victorious Y ale team and its coaches. Among the toasts was o n e entitled "Yale' s Trainer,., a nd the gentleman who r es p onded to it concluded hi s remarks thus : '"Here is to th e good h ealth and best luck of the man who has a heart of gold with Yale written all over it, Mr. Michael "'.\1urphy. our trainer . ., That toast brought down the house, and J ca n d o no better than to secon d those remarks and advise my young athletes to folldw the exampl es of those fearless, de termined athletes who, like their trainer, Mike Murphy, have hearts of gol.cl with Yale writte n all over the111, and that is the secret o f their sucsess. NOW THEN, THE LONG Cl:fEER FOR YALE' S BABY THAT DID THE TRICK. Remember this, for you yourself may some day a Yale freshman. NoncE :-\;y'inn c r s of Footb< . ll T ourna m ent Announced next week.

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Prof. Fourmen: I am a young lady 17 years of age, wrighing IIS pounds, and am S feet 3 inches tall. J\'ow, professor, I pllt the 10-pound shot, with a three-foot nm. 22 fret 6 inches. Is this a good throw for a little girl? 2. Is thrre a for a girl's ro-pound--shot put, if so what is it? 3. Is 43 f e et q iwhes. with four-foot run, putting 10-pouud shot good for a young man? SHOT PuTTf.R. I. Yes, splendid work. 2. There is no rernrd established as yet 3. Almost too good. Prof. Fourmen: I am a constant reader of Tip Top ancl never have written a letter, so I thought I would write one and get you to tell if my measurements arc good, and as I haw no daily exercises I would like you to tell me some. The following my measurements: Age, 14; height. 5 feet 3 inches; weight, 90 pounds, stripped; neck, 12 inches; left and rigl1t forearms to middle finger, l4Y, inches; thighs, 16 inches; chest, uninf1a1cVcry e\ening for a h;ilf honr before retiring, if yon cannot do it in the morning as well. and getting plenty of outdoor you will your musdes in good fn abstaining from tea, coffee and '"'oking you show a great deal of wi, ; dum. Your use of the \Vhite ly exerciser and the I.Jag is all right. Prof. Fourmen: I am 161/o year;; old: weight, 135 pounds; height, ;; feet 8 inches; neck. 14) q inches: shonlde rs, 17)4 iwlws; chest, nornnl. 34 inches: ches1. expanded. 37 inches: reach. inches; biceps. inches: forearm, 101/<; inches: wrist, 7 inches; \\'ai s t, 30 inches: hips. 331 / ; inches; thigh, 19}:1 incht's: inclws; ankle.' inches. A re these nwasuremt'nts gori
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TIP TOP WEEK4Y. 31 seconds, o.nd can run 880 yards in 2V2 minutes; I can high jump, runni1ig, 5 feet 2 inches; can hop, step and jump 38 feet; can hurdle I20 yards, IO hurdles, in I8 seconds, hurdles being 30 • inches. What can I do this winter to ke ep in training for a CO!ltest in the spr_ing:? Is skating a very exercise? What. is good for a pa111 111 the side when runmng a chstance? Hoping 10 see this in print, I remain, an admirer of 'fip Top. .'\:-; AMATEUR ATHLETE. Your records are very good, and by all means keep in training. Exercise morning and evening and r ea d my a r ticle on "Indoor Training;' to be found in Tip Top No. 26i. Get plenty of outdoor exercise as well. Yes, skating is good exercise. Ii the p a in in the side is severe I would adYi e you to consu'Jt a physician, but if noticed after much exercise it may he that you o\erdo. Begin running gradually, then increase speed. Prof. .Founnen: I have read quite a number of Tip Top \Vceklies and I would like to ask your advice on a few things. I am I2 year:; old, 4 feet 9 inches in height and weigh I IO pounds. How can l reduce my weight? y ou r s . E. OLIVER. Bv constant exercise and training, and by aHJicling starchy and fatcy foods as well as sweets. You should reduce you weight. plenty of outdoor exercise such as walking. etc. Prof. Fourmen: With your kind permission I take the liiJerty to ask you a few (luestions concerning a subject which. to mr, is of vital importance. namely, my light weight. Next fall I am going to Philips Andover, and in the following year to Yale. While at Andover I would like a littl e athletic glory and am willing to work for it. At present I am much too light to play o n a team like the one at Andover, and in addition to t his I ha\ e had no experience in football. I am now 22 years old. and after four years of continuous work have succeeded in obtaining a weight, stripped, of only I25 pounds. I am 5 feet inches tall, and have Yery small hands, feet and wris{s and a generally slight frame, nevertheless I have a very fair muscular dev1elopmcnt and surprising strength considering my size, due to constant exercise. Now the questions tl1at I would be much pleased to ha,e you answer, as soon as poss ible, you sec I have but nine months to accomplish my work in before next fall, are as follows: I. Is it possible for a man 5 feet 8 inches tall, of very bony structure, to gain a respectable weight and a stocky build'? 2. You have written excellent exercises o n diet in other issues for general use, but can you give me brief special directions in regard to a diet and general work for obtaining a weight of I60 pounds, or that whereabouts, by the first of September next? J. I have had some success in high jumping. Can you give me some general information in regard to exercises tending to make the legs springy, firm; and on practice, training, etc .. which would m' ability in that direction? Trusting that you will answer the. e questions a s soon as possible , I remain, yours for Yale and athletic glory, YALE PREP. 1. Yes. 2. I do not think you will be -apt to reach r6o pounds, but you can increase your weight by the right exercise. In regard to dieting, regularity of meals. cut down sweets and pastries, and have a good general mixed diet, is the advice I would give you. 3. Jumping, and keeping at it; and skipping the rope, are all good exercises. Prof. Fourmen: I wish to ask a few questions concerning foot hall. 1. In the tackles, back formation, do they ever run around the end after calling the tackles back from the line? 2. Is it a good play after having bucked the line a time or two\,ith tackles back to make a fakP. line buck as before, and send a b :trciscs to develop lower part of leg. Use the grip machine or spring grip dumbbells, and for stiffness of the muscles rub down with witch hazel after exercising. For the gymnasium, I wollld achise your use of chest weights, rowing machine, etc. Prof. F ourmen : I am f2 years old; weight, g8 pounds; height, 5 feet l inch; chest, 29 inche s ; left arm. 8 inches; right arm, inches. This is whrn my arms are hanging l oosely at my side, not drawn lip. Am I all right? \,Yhat can I do to develop my biceps? If l am not normal, what course of treatment would you advise? Please answer in Tip Top Weekly. Yours respect-fully, L. GUARD. To improve arm muscles use dumbbells, chest 1 weights and Indian clubs. and try punching the bag. Prof. F onrmen: I 1akc the liaerty of asking you a few questions. I have read Tip Top books for the past two years. I am J9 years oi age. s feet 9Y, inches in height and weigh I:25 pounds. I. I would like to become well built and gain about 20 to 25 pounds. What would you advise me to do? 2. And I would also like to get big calves, as mine are only I3 inches; also broad shoulders. 3. Do you th'nk smoking is bad for a young fellow who i s trying to gain weight, as it is pretty hard for me to stop altogether? 4. Is skating good for the calves? Hoping I am not asking too much of you, I remain, yours truly, . RALPH EDWARDS. T. I would advise you to go into training. Follow my "General Advice to Young Aethletes. " 2. Try running. walking, riding a bicycle and skipping the rope for development of the calves. For the shoulders use dumbbells, chest w eights, Indian clubs and punching bag. 3. Yes, smoking is a pernicious habit which will do you much h a rm. Stop it. and at once. You can never become an athlete whil e you persis t in the habit. 4. Y cs, excellent. Prof. Fourmen: I would be greatly benefited by an answer to the following .questions: r. Is there any method of gaining flesh on the face? 2 . For developing muscle around the shoulders and the collar-bones? 3. How long and when should a boy my age. 15 years, exercise? Such as pulling exercises and punching the bag? M. A. C. 1. Get in good condition and the hollows in the face will fill out. Massaging is good. 2. Use Indian clubs and ches t weights and use breathing exercises for the neck; also the head e:x:ercise. 3. About twenty minu_ tes, morning and evening. Prof. Fourmen: Being a constant reader of Tip Top I would 1-ike to ask you a few ques ti o n s . I am 16 years old, weigh IIO pounds, and am 5 fe.-t 3V, inches tall; forearm, IO inches; upper arm. r I inches ; chest, contracted, 28 inches; expanded, inches; normal, 30 _inches; wrist, 7 inches. l play both football and baseball a11d walk a good deal. 1. How can I enlarge. my chest? 2. How arc my measurements? 3. Is it better to exercise before breakfast than in the evening? Yours since r e ly, . S. ff MARTIN. 1. l'se dumbbells,. chest weights and Indian d1,1bs; alsq try tireathing exercises. -2. y om chest i s narrow and you are underweight. 3. Yes, -but take twenty minutes of exercise before r-etiring .if not fatigued, and ear!'y.' Prof. Fourmen: .I . a111 19. years. old; weight, I43 pounds; height, 5 feet 8 inches; shoulders; I6.6; neck, 14.5; chest, expanded, 35.3; natural; 3J1..6; 29.7; hips, 36.5. These meas-11rcments taken . '\). of. M. gym. I would like to know whether I could gain about 30 pounds within the ne.-ct year so thar I could try for the -'varsity football team. Vie' -hav. e a fine gymnasium for traininll: purposes, J. G. L. Go into training, follow a systematic course of exercises and in a year I am sure you will be in good condition for the football tea in. ,

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c amTIP. TOP'S INTER SPORTS CONTEST .. , ' BASl(ET BALL ICE HOCKEY Can Yo'l Put Up a Winning Team This Year? There Are Good Reasons why You Should Try. What Are These Reasons? By winning the ilp Top Championship your name By winning the Tip Top Championship you win becomes famous throughout the country. one of the Tip Top Championship Pennants. H.13'RE AR.SI __., -I . . . ---... -. . -. . . ---TIP TOP ICE HOCKEY Champions cf Champions of 1903 -Do you see those dotted lines on the peQnants? Is the name of your team to fill one of those honored places this year? IT'S UP TO YOUI Remem,ber our old battle cry: BREKA CO-AX, CO-AX, YALE! TliAT'S THE SPIRIT THAT WINS! REMEMBER THAT TIP TOP A\iVARDS IN ADDITION TO PENNANTS TO THE CHAMPIONSHIP BASKET IULL TEAM 1 Basket Ball 5 Pairs Running Trunll.s 5 Pairs Running, Shoes 5 Armless J iersey
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• Ve.nder Poel, f, b. (sub.) 19 0 CH.AMPIONS Kinney, 1. t. Rockwell, q. Holt, c. Wilhelmi, 1. et. (sub,) Hogan, r. t. Hamlin, r. g.
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Come a=Flying ! Come a=Sliding ! Come Along! Get your Basketball team into Tip s Second Annual Basketball Contest. TO THE AMATEUR CHAMPIONSHIP BASKET BALL TEAM OF AMERICA, TIP TOP WILL AW ARD A COMPl.ETE BASKETBALL OUTFIT, CONSISTING OF JI. JI. JI. JI. JI. .JI. One Basketball. Five Pairs of Running Trunks. Five Pairs of Armless Jerseys. Five Pairs of Basketball Shoes. Five Pairs of IN ADDITION TO A TIP TOP CHAMPIONSHIP PENNANT .1'-JI. JI. JI. JI. JI. JI. Get Your Ice Hockey Team into Tip Top's Second Annual Ice Contest TO THE AMATEUR CHAMPIONSHIP ICE HOCKEY TEAM OF AMERICA, TIP TOP WILL AW ARD A COMPLETE OUTFIT, CONSISTING OF Seven Pairs of Ice . Hockey Skates. Seven Pairs of Ice Hockey Shoes. Seven Sweaters. Seven Ice Hockey Caps. IN ADDITION TO A TIP TOP CHAMPIONSHIP PENNANT JI. .Jl..Jl..Jl..Jl..Jl..JI.. DON'T FAIL TO ENTER YOUR TEAM AND STAY TO THE FINISH


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