Dick Merriwell absent! or, The spook of the school


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Dick Merriwell absent! or, The spook of the school
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LARGEST WEEKLY CIRCULATION IN lssued Weekly. By Subscription $2.50 per year. Entered as Second Class Matter at New York Post Office fly STREET & SMITH, Wi7/iam St .• :. "YBS1 FRED l'BESTON,11 S!>Jl) )'HE IN A HOLLOW, SEPULCHRAL VUICE, "YOU ARE HAUNTED.ti

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i / (LARGE SIZE.) I 1 If yo u have not rea d t hem, look over this catalogue and you will read a list of s to ries unexcelle d in any part of"this world to-day. Don't fail to read these stories if y o u have not already. 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 . . 33 r-Dick Merriwell's Diamond; or, Fighting for the Lead in the League. 332-Frank Merriwell's Turn; or, The Greatest Game of the Season. 333-Dick Merriwell's New Ball; or, The Boy Wonder at His Best. 334-Frank Merriwell's "Ginger;" or, Winning an UphiH Game. 335-Dick Merriwell's Stroke; or, Unmasking the Man of Mystery. 336--Frank Merriwell's Winners; or, Landing on Top in Mad RiYer League. 337-Dick Merriwell 's Return; or, Back Again to the Old School. 338-Dick Merriwell's Difficulties; or, Making Up the Eleven. i Merriwell's Me . rcy; or, The First Game on the Gridiron. Merriwell's Dash; or, Playing Fast and Fair. 341-Dick Merriwell's Set; or, Friends and Foes at Fardale. 342-Dick Merriwell's Ability; or, The Young Gladiators of the Gridiron. Merriwell's Mascot; or, By Luck or Pluck. 344-Dick Merriwell's Trust; Friendship True and Tried. 345-Dick Merriwell's Success; or, Bound to be a winner. 346--Dick Merriwell's Determination; or, The Courage that Conquers. -' 347-Dicl<: Merriwell's Readiness; or, Who Stole the Papers? . "348-Dick Merriwell's Trap; or, Snaringa Spook. 349-Dick Merriwell's Vim; or, The Greatest Game of All. 350--Dick Merriwell's Lark; or, Beateri at Every Turn. 351-pick Merriwell's Defense; or, Up Against the Great Eaton Five. 352-Dick Mt;rriwell's Dexterity: or, Hot Work to the Finish. 353-Dick Merri well Puzzle,d; or, The N]:ystery of Flint. . 354-Dick Merriwell's Help; or, Flint's Struggle with Himself. 355-Dick Merriwell's Model ; or, Frank Merriwell's Fight for Fortune. 356--Dick Merri well as Detective; or, For the Honor of a Friend. 357-Dick Merriwell's Dirk " ; or, Beset by Hidden Peril. 358-Dick Merriwell's Victory; or, Holc;ling the Enemy in Check. 359-Dick Merriwell's Disappearance; or, The Spook of the School. • 360--Dick Merriwell's Registered Package; or, Frank Merriwell's Desperate Struggle . 361-Dick Merriwell's Power; or, Settling the Score with Eaton. With TrP T oP No. 285 begins the now famo u s Fardale Seri es, in which" D ick Merriwell has entered the good old school at which the career of Frank Merriwel1 also began some eaTs ago. Thousands of young Americans will want to read of the fine things tha t D ick Merriwell has done, is doing and will in the future do. TREET & SMITH, Publishers, 238 William St., New York . ......

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'r • Issued Weekly. Bv S11bscription $'a. fO per year. Entere:f as Second Class Mdtter at the N . Y. Post O.ffice, b_v STREET & SMITH, a38 Wi1/iam St., N. Y. Ente"ed according to Act of Conress in the year 19<>3, in the Office o/ llte Librarian of Congress, Washington, D. C. No. 359. NEW YORK,' February 28, 1903. Price Five Cents. . . DICK MERRIWELL. AB.SENT!. OR, The Spook of the School< I;y BURT L. STANDISH; • CHAPTER I. . A DISCUSSION IN THE GYM. The result of the ski-jumping contest caused con siderablJ comment at Fardale. To confess the tru!h, .but few besides Dick Merriwell's closest friends had believed he was certain ' to win. Of course Brad Buckhart had never wavered. The Texan seemed to be confident that Dick was master at .anything he attempted. Lacking as much experience as some of the others had at the sport, Dick himself had stated before . the trial took place that it was quite likely he would be badly beaten. .But he had jumped fully four feet further than the best man of the other three classes, giving the yearlings a victory for their class which they enjoyed ht1gely. the' greatest surprise of the day was the fact that Dave Flint, quiet, taciturn, shunned and shunning others, had covered more distance than any ope save Merriwe;I. No one had looked for this from Flint. The plebes had been disappointed because Dave won in the liminary ski-running contest the right to represent his class. The success of Flint had dismayed no one more than Chester Arlington, who heartily disliked the fellow. h<1;d anticipated . being in the of the sport,. but his misfortune in falling into an old well and nearly perishing there during the \ match had defeated his object. But for Dick Merriwell he might have remained in the well to die, and this fact was bitterest of all to the proud spirit of Dick's most persistent enemy. Chester came out to witness t ski-jumping, but he was still weak and pale, and just before the contest

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TIP TOP WEEKLY. began he retired to his own room , where he remained t . hrottgh it all, hearing the distant cheering and being very wretched, indeed. 5 It seemed retribution upon him, but he did not think of that now. He had thought of it while confined in the well, but he put such unwelcome thoughts a s ide on being released from his predicament. i:lay foll o wing the s ki-jumping , a number o f the cadets gathered in the g y mna s ium at the u s ual hour in the afternoon. "De rn my1 picter !" _ squeaked O b ediah Tubbs; "I'd jest like_d ter bin in that air' jumpin'. I'd 'a' showed some o f 'em up." "I haven ' t a doubt of it!". s miled Ted Smart. " You ' re a regular bird, Obed. What a bli s sful j o y it would have been to witne ss y our sy lph-like figure sa il ing daintily and gracefully throu g h the air! A h , me! how I regret that we mi s sed the a we-inspiring sp ec tacle! " "You shet up!" shrilly cried the fat b oy. . " You can't jump over your owri thumbs, yo u little h o p-t o ad! " "Stark wa _ s a . disapp o intment," sa id class man. "He ;vasn ' t in i t, and he ha s had m ote. experi ence o n s ki s than .an y other fell ow here . " . "Darreli didn ' t do . so bad ; " said Big.Bob Singlet o u. "I -thought had -them-ctll d o n e to a -Stand s till u ntil Flint sailed o v er him . . That ;Flint-:-:wh o w:o uld 11ave thought it!" Brad lau . ghed . . " I opine Flint'lr jar y o u before he get s through ," he ob s er ved. "Tha t gal oo t's g o t a l o t gin ger cached ins i de him tha t n o o ne don't dream of a whole lot. " ... ., "Bah!" ex,clairned Fred. :Pr.est on, cqptemp t n o u sly. "He' s a lobste r l I f .... . "Co me off!" expl o ded Buckh a rt.: " F lint did a blan 1 e s ioht bett e r C het c oul_ d_. h ave d on e . C het mi ght ha v e been in it if he hadn't g o t so smart and run into a h ole in Hie ground. That there wa s r ight queer , I w ill all ow. H o w did Chet h:1ppen t o . take 'tf1e lon , gest cour s e round to the academy afte1' going over S p lit T o p M o untain and s o fall into . the well? I've been a whole lot puzzled over that. I have, I know!" "That's all right," asserted Preston. "He knew the easiest way to cover the course, and he would have beaten the whole crowd if his ski strap hadn't broken." • I "But that doesn't explain it to my satisfactiort none," asserted the Texan. "There' s s o mething powerful queer about it." "We weren ' t t a lki n g about s
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J TIP TOP WEEKLY. 3 "I beg pardon, sir!" said Brad, saluting. "Just a figure of speech, you know, sir. All the sa.!11e, I wouldn't be afraid to stake my last ow1ce of dust that Flint would push Mr. Jumping Preston here a whole lot. As for Dick Merriwell, he would make Preston look like a four flush. You hear me gently gasp!" "I'd like to try it with either one of them!" declared Preston, hotly. "I'd just like to have the chance!" "Well;" said Chip Jolliby, "you may gug-gug-gug get it. Here they bub-bub-both come." Dick and Dave Flint had entered the gymnasium to gether. CHAPTER II. A MATCH IN PROSPECT. Dick Merriwell was sticking to Dave Flint. Al ready he had known his perfect confidence in the fel low, and his faith had been justified. But Flint was not a fellow to make friends, and Dick knew he was lonesome. So Merriwell appeared often in company with the plebe who had once been so unpopular, but who was fast winning respect, if not friendship. Flint had a little time that afternoon. He did not get much spare time, for his studies and his work kept him pretty busy. But when he could find time Dick sought to advance the fellow with the rest of the boys. So it happened that they entered the gym. in com pany. "Hey, Merri well! Hey, Flint!" called some of the cadets. "Come here." They approached the gathering. Hector Marsh was at Fred Preston's side in a mo ment, saying • in a low tone: "You'll have to jump against Merriwell. They'll force you into it." "I'm willing," said Fred, with egotistical confidence. "It's just what I'm looking for." "But you know he-" "I'll have him on my own ground. Haven't I told you I was the champion broad jumper at school be fore coming here?" "But Merriwell--" "Merriwell-bah.! You're all afraid of him, that's what's the matter. Arlington has tried to beat him at everything, instead of choosing those things at which he was most certain to be a winner. I'll show him up at the running broad jump, if he tackles me." "I hope so!" declared Marsh, earnestly. "If you do, Arlington oug}\t to be here to see. It would do him good, and he'd have something to say that would cut Merri well." "Go bring him." "All right." Marsh hurried away. "I say, partner," said Buckhart, addressing D . ick, "we have a great discovery." "Is thaf so?" asked Dick, smiling. "I sure opine it is." "What is the discovery?" "A gent what can outjump anything on two legs. \i\T hy, pard, you ain't in it a little bit! He can make you look like a lost cause. He is a howling wonder , and no mistake. we've heard him tell what he can do, and so we know all about it." f' l< looked aroun4 for Arlington, but saw he was not present. he rn;ited Preston standing there, a on his face, his arms folded, looking defiance. "Perhaps he tan," said Dick, quietly. "I didn't come here to jump." "He's afraid!" thought Preston, immediately, more eager than before. "I can do him up!" , "I allow you didn't come for that purpose," said Brad; "but mebbe you will try it just to let t!1is won derful gent show how much he can beat you?" "Here's Flint," said Dick. "I'll put him up against anybody in the school." "This gent allows Flint is too much of a cinch. W l! want to make it mildly interesting for him if we can." "All three jump!" cried somebody. "That's the stuff!" exclaimed another. Then there was a general chorus of approval. Now Dick had not come to the gym. for anything of the sort, and he was so mew hat annoyed

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/ TIP TOP \VEEKLY. "Let Preston and Flint jump," he said. "If Preston beats Flint, I'll see what I can do." But Preston shook his head. "You," he insisted. "Flint can jump-if he wants to, but I don't go into it unles s you jump. " It was a challenge and a defiance, All the boys un derstood it as such. At first Merriwell seemeq disinclined to accept it in that spirit, whereupon Preston laughed and turned to Tom Walker, observing: Although a plebe, Gardner was the most loyal of Dick's admirers. Arlington was looked to for his opinion. "That fellow Flint had to crowd himself in!" he said. "Oh, Merriwell got him into it," . was the assurance. "Well, Merriwell needn't think he can run such a low duffer down the throats of the whole school," said Chester. "If he wants to associate with the chap, he can; but he mustn't try to force others to take up with "I didn't suppose he would show the white feather." him. Flint's the son of an anarchist. He's a socialist Had there been any very powerful reason for not jumping Dick would have declined outright and per sisted in his resolution, no matter what Preston or the others might have said. He was not the sort of a fel low to be driven against his will by a "dare," but it made little difference in this matter, and so he finally said: "All right, fellows; we'll have a little jumping match. But Flint is to come into it." "How. do you know 1 can jump at all?" asked Flint. "''Well, I saw you make a jump on skis." "This is different." "Somewhat; but I'll risk you." :Marsh returned with Arlington, who still looked himself." "A socialist?" said Buckhart. "\!Veil, now, tell me is • that a crime?" Chester glanced at the Texan, his lips curling. "Eveiy socialist in the country ought to be hot!" he said. "They are producing all the unrest ahd trou ble with the laboring classes. They are stirring up dis order everywhere. They want to take away private property, like the coal mines and the railroads and turn it over to the to operate. That's robbery! It's all wrong! It can't be done." "Now, can't it?" drawled Brad. "Do you think so just because your father happens to be D. Roscoe Ar-pale, not having recovered from his unpleasant ex. lington, great railroad magnate? Well, let me tell perience in the well. you this: when the people of this yer e country get to"It's a go!" laughed Jack Harwood, a handsome gether and agree a whole lot that it's time the coal plebe. "We're to have some sport." Across one end of the gym. was a strip of mold, an .cl there the contest was to take . place. They might have gone outside, but the we.ather would have prevented them from stripping down for the contest, and they decided to have it wjthin the gymnasium. vVhen the boys had retired to make ready there was much speculating on the "This is a corker," declared Earl Gardner. "l'ye seen him jump." "Do you think he can beat Merri well?" asked an anxious plebe. Gardner shook his he ad. "I dont fancy he can," he said. ''I haven't seen any one yet who can beat Dick Merriwell." mines and railroads should be operated by the govern ment you can bet your sweet life the government will do the operating . You hear me affirm I" "That'll never happen," sneered Chester. "The com mon people are fools. They are led like sheep by bosses, which shows their low order of intelligence. As long as capital has plenty of money buy the votes Cif the ignorant, capital will remain master, and that :will be __ forever." "Mebbe so; mebbe not. People are getting a heap more knowing every year. The time will come when the great mass of voters will know pretty well how they want to vote without being told any by the bosses, and then it's right likel y something will drop." "Bah! Education for such cheap truck is a mistake!

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TIP TOP WEEKLY. 5 It's all wrong! They were b orn to labor. There al ways must be drudges to do the work for the rich." "So tha t the rich can liv e all e a sy and c o m fo rtabl e o v er , we transport him free on special trains, we toom him and bunk him and feed him at out swellest ho . tels, and we send him h o me laughing at us and feeling that like , off ,..,hat the drudges m a ke fo r them? I ain ' t we are a l o t o f ea s y marks . We may outgrow {t in poo r n o ne t o rai s e a h oller ab out, but I reckon th e re are a heap o f p oo r chap s wh o a re jus t as g oo d a s I am, and mebbe a heap b e tter. " I "You ' re w . elc o me t o t hink wh a t yo u like , and I don't d o ubt bu t y otf are right. But I o bject to a fell o w like this F lint as m y eq ua l , a nd yo u o r M erri well o r any o n e els e c a n ' t make m e ! " No w Brad had l e d A rlin g t on in to saying thiIJgs which rubb e d o n t he raw man y of th os e Ch ester h a d so u ght a s friends, fo r Farda l e wa s a schoo l in which tli e so ns o f p oo r parents found a n e q ual s how w ith t h os e w h os e p a rent s were wea lthy, and man y o f t h e ple be s h a d little m o ney or influ e nc e b eh ind th e m . "That'll be ab out all," muttere d the Texan , turnin g a wa y w i t h Bill y Bra dl ey . "I jus t wanted that cad t o s h o w his co l o r s t o the t oe -ki sse r s what he has a roun d time , but t11e disea s e seems just about a s bad as e v er it was , and--11 " 'Ere c o me Dick and Flint!" extlaimed Bradley. Bt1ckhart for go t his lecture on American manners, an d immedi a tel y g av e h i s wh ole atten t i o n to the preparatio n s for the match . CHAPTER III. . JUMPING. The three b oy s had d o nned running suits. Preston came but fir s t , a l oo k o f s ati s faction on his thin, bony fa ce. He w as mu s cular i n a lean way, but he had h ollo w ch e eks. He s miled o n Chest e r Arlington in a c o nfident m a nner. "This i s the fir s t time I h ave been against Merriwell , him. If th ey can' t s e e th ro u g h him n o w , the y' re a yoti k n ow," he s aid , irt a l o w t o ne. "I ha v e him just po werful dumb l ot." .. where I want him n o w ." "'Ei s a b loo m i n g braggawt !" growled the C o ckne y yo uth. " D on"t y' 'no w , l re ally 'ad an hideah th a t the re could n' t b e n o 'O\ding t o p l o fty hari sto cra cy in Hamerica; but Hi ' a v e found b out Hi wa s greatly mis . taken." I "You bet your b oots, B ill, o ld hors e! We have our a ri s t o cr a t s , ple n t y of th e m . W e have kin gs, too-m o ne y kings . M o rgan i s o n e o f t hem. B ut w hen yo u wa1 l t t o us get ri ght d o wn , and toa d y and grovel a n d p ro strate ou r se l v es in admiring humilia tio n , jus t send ove r an earl or a duke fr o m o ld England, o r a Fre n c h c o unt, o r e v en a d ago mac aro ni-eating high muck a mu c k from Italy . \i\Thy, a n y old thing with a title c a n com e to A meric a and rampage round in high soc iet y and be w o r s hip e d with all d u e a dmi r atic)n and i we:" "Hit' s 'orrid strange," s aid Billy. "That's what it i s , Will"iam, and it brings many a blu s h t o the cheeks of the true A mer i c an. Let s o me fo reign p o tentctte . Strike these h 6s pitable s h o res and we line our s treets with imported rugs fo r him t o travel "Are yo u s ure yo u c a n beat him?" a s ked Chester, r e mem b erin g h o v v many times Merriwell had c o me fort h triump h ant. " I kn o w it," declared Pres ton. "Just you wait and s ee." Ted Smart w as just springing a c onundrum on Billy Bradle y . Said he: " \i\That i s th e d ifference between U ncle Sam, a rooster, and ail o ld maid?" "Giv e it hup, " s aid Bill y . "Why , a roo s ter sa ys , 'Cock-a dQodle-do,' Uncle S a m s a y s , ' Yankee doodle do,' and an 6ld maid says, 'A ny dude 'll d o .'" " Dear me!" said Billy. "Again," said Smart, "why is 'an old maid like a wilted apple?" "Giv e it hup," said Bradley. " Becau s e she ' s hard to pair," chuckled Smart. "Hi d o n ' t see ' ow hany one is going to pare an old maid , " s aid Billy. "That's blooming foolish, don't y' 'now. Old maid s d o n ' t 'ave peelings hon 'em."

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6 TIP TOP WEEKLY. "Some do," said Smart, while the boys laughed. "Ever hear about the smoky window pane, Billy?" asked Ted. "No." "Well, if I told you, you wouldn't see through it." At this the listening lads laughed louder than ever, but Billy gravely urged: "Go a'ead and tell me and see hif I don't see through hit." At this the boys roared, and the Cockney lad resent fully exclaimed: "Lawf, blawst yer blooming 'eads I Hi don't see \ hany sense in the 'ole bunch of you!" George Hardy, Bob Singleton and Art Andrews were chosen as a committee to arrange the conditions of the contest, take measurements, and declare the wmner. It was quickly decided that the boys should each have three trials, taking turns. Lots being drawn, it was found that Preston had to lead off, Flint following and Dick coming last. "Give him a hard one at the very start," urged Arlington, in Preston's ear. Neither of them considered Flint at all. They did not regard him as at all dangerous. Flint was a quiet chap. They saw he had a good pair of legs under him, not as thick as his shoulders seemed to indicate, but full of muscles that were firm and healthy . Preston looked almost angular. Dick Merriwell was most graceful of the trio; but behind his suppleness and grace there was hidden amazing strength, as all watching boys knew. In many a test of physical endurance he had proven that he was a wonder. .. Dick's intimate friends were confident that he would come forth from this test victorious. "Why, I'd bet the Bar Z ranch that he'd win!" de clared Brad Buckhart. The nm was short, for which reason it was impos sible for the boys to get a start that would enable them to make their best records, but this was. no worse for 01ie than for the others. • The watching lads lined up at one side of the strip of mold. The committee drew a line that was to serve at the point from which each contestant was to spring. Preston walked out to the starting point. There was a hush. Without pausing ran swiftly forward to the mark and leaped. A low exclamation of disappointment came from Arlington, who half turned away, with a gesture of disgust. "What's the matter?" asked Marsh. "I wish you had not called me," said Chester. "Why?" "Preston will be beaten without an effort by Merri. well. He is foolish to try this business." The committee were laying the tape. "Fifteen feet and one inch," was Preston came over to Arlington. 4 ' "Hush!" he whispered. "I did not let myself out. I'm fooling Merriwell now." "You'll find he isn't a fellow to fool with," was all Chester said. Catching Arlington's spirit, Marsh was angry. "Don't you be an idiot!" he growled to Preston. "You want to stretch yourself right out if you hope to 1 make a showing in this thing. You'll get your friends sore on you." Flint was at the starting point. "Bet you anything I've beaten that dub already," grinned Preston, ncxiding toward the boy with. the scarred cheek. Flint started forward with a bound, ran to the mark and leaped , It was seen instantly that he had beaten Preston by at least a foot. "Sixteen feet and three inches," was the ment. "Wouldn't that ju-ju-ju-jar ye!" chattered Chip Jolliby. "That's his level best," Sa.id Preston, quickly. "He'll be a mark."

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TIP TOP WEEKLY. 7 Flint felt that he had made a bad start, but he said nothif1;g. Next it came Merriwell's turn. He paced the run from the to the 'starting point, as if measuring the distance. It was far too short a run for him to make his best jun;1p, and he knew it. He stood at the start, seeming to gather himself. "Yoi.1'11 know what you've got to beat in a minute, Preston," said Arlington. "He's going to lay himself out to his best at the very start. Then a boy spoke. All eyes were fastened on Merri well, who seemed to stand there a very long time. His hands were clinched, and he gazed straight at the mark frorrt which he was .to leap. When Dick started he did not leap ahead like Flint, he moved rather slowly, gaining speed rapidly. He reached the mark accurately without altel'ing his stride and sailed through the air. There was a shout that caused Professor Broad, the athletic instructor, promptly to warn them against making-any such den1onstration at that hour of the afternoon. "There' s what you ' ve got to beat. Preston," said Chester Arlington. "Yott ' ca1ft -dO. it. The run is not 1Cnig enough. That was a beat'ttiful jun1p ! Confound -it! ho\v I hate to see that fello\v : win at. a11ything !" "If that" is . all I liave to do ; " said Preston, '-'!>,fei-ri-"You\e got to stretch yourself a whole Jot, Pres-ton,'' said Brad Buckhart. "I reckon you'll need a pair of wings a heap before you ever jump that far." "You've got another 'reckon' coming to you," returned the plebe, saucily. ' ' "Well, if I don't wring his neck it'll be because he's . not worth the tronble !" exclaimed Bracl. At Farclale plebes were supposed to address all the members of classes as "sir, " something. Preston had failed to do in this instance. Preston had taken tlie length of the run into con sideration, and. now he resolved to' make not a ' false I ' . . ' step that could defeat his object. He had noted evl!ry movement of Merriwell, feeling sure Dick had gauged . . the run to the fraction of an inch. Could he do the same? Much depended on doing so. Preston crouched a little, sta"ring straight ahead. Then he dashed forward, reached the mark, and went sailing easily . through the air. His jump had been a splendid one, and the plebes present were . restrained with difficulty from whooping . with wild when . Singleton d'eclare_ d the distance : .... "Seventeen f ect six inches and a liaJf!" ' CHAPTER IV. .:, .... -. .. "tHE WINNER ... well's name is Mud." ... ''By .T'e !'" e>;claiinea criestei face "Se'."enteen feet'and.01\e inch ' !" :L:riecl Sii1glet01i. brightening. "Why, I didn't know it feet clea1j rilore , than you . covered, i!1 h . im! He:s with " observed Arlington. . ,, start. can mtich than . . . ' . . .. .. . . . !'Now I'm going to knock them a!I -\silly," that: Preston, as he moved away. to take"fos second tllrn : . . :j3ut "t_hej"e a look -of on Prest9n'..: in the contest. face. . . . . . . . . , .... " . ''He'-seeins-" to "feel sure he can
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8 TIP. TOP WEEKLY. were quietly and imperceptibly robbing him of his physical ability. He had noted no falling off at first. Indeed, the little wreckers do their fell work with a craftiness that is demoniacal, for they always lead the user to believe that they are not effecting him in the least. But always the time comes when they make themselves felt. Then it is that the smoker has become their slave. Preston was a cigarette slave. "Don't you fnss about that!" said Arlington, ap provingly. "I believe you have fixed the whole bundi now, I doubt if you'll be beaten." "Good boy!" grinned Marsh, showing his huge teeth in an appreciative grin. Marsh copied Arlington. Everything Arli11gton did or said was all right. A very poor rascal himself, he admired the persistency, ingeniousness and courage of Chester's hatred for Dick Merriwell. Had Marsh met with as many setbacks as Arlington had experi enced at the hands of Merriwell, he would have been cowed like a whipped dog. But there was nothing of the whipped dog about I Chester Arlington. To tell the truth, the one -thing about Arlington that won the admiration of l\Ierriwell was his unyielding persistency in his enmity. This quality led Dick to recognize the fact that Chester might have been l qiiite a decent sort of a feUow but for the accidenCof his birth and ' his training. . If he turned his det::!rmined mhid in the right direction he would push on until he mounted to success. It is a singular thing that the greatest rascals, the ones who betray talent o'f a high order, almost in variably would have been successful in the honorable walks of life and would have been leaders of men had they displayed only a good fraction of their energy and persistence for evil, in some honorable pursuit. It does i1ot pay to be a thoroughbred rascal, and still a thoroughbred is more admirable than one who does n,ot go the limit. But the thoroughbred lands in jail when he might have become president of a bank, or a gre?t merchant, or inventor, or constructor, or genthat by controllihg and directing the unusual talents and energies which, wrongly used, made him a rascal and finally a jailbird. The slick, sly, cunning, half-hearted rascal some times escapes his proper punishment. But he is always a failure. Any man and boy who goes wrong is a failure. "There goes Flint," derisively smiled Preston, as the plebe of the scarred was seen walking out t o the starting point. "He makes me ill!" muttered Arlington. "What does he think he can do? He is making a show of him self in a contest like this. Some day he'll get all that is coming to him." "That's right," nodded Marsh. "He makes me sick, too." "But he's not worth noticing," said Preston. "Merriwell can't make that fellow popular, even amonghis own set." "Popular!" sneered Arlington. "I should say not. \Vhy, 1;1e is t . he limit when it comes to common curs!" Chester hated Flint worse than ever because Dick Merriwell had shown friendship toward the fellow. Besides, Arlington not forget how he had in sulted Dave, called him a coward and a cur to his face, bullied him, held him in contempt, and then, when Flint's outraged soul could endure no more, had beep handled by the powerful yom , 1g "hustler" like a child. Besides, Flint had resented the insults of Clint"'shaw, ai1d it was Shaw's effort at retaliation that had been his undoing. Shaw had been one of Arlington's chosen tools, and now he was gone from F ardale, never to re turn. Flint rema . ined. . . . _ . . The yqung plebe With the scar paused a:t the starting point. He clinched his hands a 'nci drew his muscles . . , taut. "See the great hop=-toad go it!" cried one of the Arlington set. The scarred face of Dave Flint paled a _ little, but he did not look in the direction of the mocking fellow. Into his heart came a great determination. He would show these fellows what he could do. Away he . went, running slowly, gaining speed, reaching the mark, flying through the air in one mighty spring. " They stared, they gasped, they exclaimed in ishment. Some one cried : "By thunder! he's beaten Preston!" Could it be ppssible? Flint had done it-and the heavens had not fallen! It was true. Even Preston saw that he had been beaten, and he was speechless with rage and wonder ment. Chester Arlington stood with his face betraying

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• ... TIP TOP WEEKLY. 9 many strange emotions. Within his heart a tempest was raging. This Flint, this dog he hated, was he to snatch such a victory? Again Chester wished he had remained away. Preston was one of his chosen set, and the success of Flint would be a blow at Arlington. "Eighteen feet two inches ," was _ the announc: ment. "My Lord! you've got to beat that, Preston!" grated Arlington, unable to restrain himself. "I ought to do it,)' said Preston, who, for the first time, showed shaken confidence. "I ought to do it!" ''I'm afraid you said Arlington. "I'll do my best." "Do your best! \.Vhy, great Scott! you're doubt-ful I" "The run is short." ''It was long enough fvr him to jump that far." 'I'm not used to it." Chester's face was flushed, his anger was rising . "You should have th6ught of that before getting into this thing." "\t\T ell, Merri well may beat Flint." "Merri well must beat Flint!" de.clared Chester. "If you can, then . Merri well must! Why, that fellow will be aspiring if he wins here to-day! If things continue to go his way, he'll be loi:>king. to become the leader of this class ! Tlfat thing with the scarred mug-Dave Flint!" . . . .. . ' Now Dick Merri well was standing near enough to hear the words of Chester Arlington, arid something . like a smile of satisfaction twinkled in his eyes when he started to take his second turn jumping. Things were progressing to suit him. "Now, pard !" cried Buckhart; "just get right into the game! It's your turn to hump yourself a whole lot. It is, I know!'' "Oh, he can't jump!" said Ted Smart. "Why, he jumps as if he had lead in his . "Hi know better than that!" exclaimed Billy Brad ley, who never could understand Smart's way of turning things round ancl. saying exactly opposite what he really meant. "Hi think 'e will beat them heasy." "Billy," said Ted, "you surely are a wise guy!" Chip J olliby started to say something, but his Adam's apple 2'0t to bobbi11 so wildly in his neck that it seemed to break the words up in such fine pieces that no one understood a thing. Dick took his turn, seeming to lay himself out to do his best, but when the distance was measured it was found that he had jumped just seventeen feet and eight inches. He had beaten Preston's best record by an inch and a half. But Flint had beate1i them both, clearing six inches more than Dick. Arlington's hand fell on Preston's arm. "If you let that fellow Flint win this you're no longer a of mine!" he almost panted. Preston was no longer smiling and confident. He had begun • to fear himself. "I ought to beat him," he muttered. "You'v e got to! " ''I'll try." But Preston was a quitter. He was one of those fell o ws who can never do their level best unless every:-_ thing is going their way. Such feilows never reach real success jn the world, because they lose heart and fail in moments of severe test and trial. He went out now, fearing secretly that he could / not win. Somehow . he could not gather his best gies, although he tried to do so. He ran forward and • but even as he . made the spring he that he . could not gu, beyond Flint's mark. He did not. When the tape was laid it was found that Preston had fallen three inches behind his last record. He walked away, crestfallen. Arlington gave him a look of contempt. "You're a lobster!" he sneered. "My foot slipped just as I went to jump," muttered Preston, trying to get off easy. "Your nerve slipped,'' said Chester, understanding why the fellow had failed. 'Tm disgusted with you, Preston!" said Marsh. Jack Harwood had joined them. "Now you'll see Merriwell let himself out," he observed. "I hope so," grated Arlington . "You do?" "Yes." "Why?" "Anything to beat that fellow Flint." "But Merriwell-I thought he was the one you wanted to see beaten?"

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--10 TIP TOP WEEKLY. "So he was, but not by Flint. I didh't think theie was a chance for Flint to do it. MerriweU must beat him now-he !" 1 Again Dick was near at hai1d, but he stqo _ d with his , back trned toward them, -not: seeming _ to hear -a wore! _ that was }x;ing said . However, he was taking it all in. ''Your "turn again, Flint, " called _ :Big Bab Singleton. Dave Flint shook his head. "I have my said. __ ' ' I don ' t care to jump again." _ "Now wouldn't that bump you!': muttered .Arling"His oply c:are was _ to beat Preston. He knows he can't beat Merriwell." Flint would not jump again . "Well, I think I'll have another tFy at t; snmecl Dick, as he walked out. "You bet your boots he will!" said Buckhart. "And now you'll see something done." Dick got into position, leaned forward, gathered himself, ran and leaped. clone it I" . "He's the winner!" "No he hasn't!" "He's tied Flint!" "They're right together!" The committee were measuring as the boys uttered these exclamatio _ ns. Bob Singleton did not seem sat- • isfied. "Have you got the tape right at that end?" he called _to the one who was holding it on the mark. "All right, " was the assurance. Then the three -fellows on the committee got their heads together. : ,; _ _ _ Arlington was anxjous. tu_rnecl to the waiting cadets. "Merriwell's j.ump measures exactly eigl;teen feet," he. said. "Flint wins by two inches." Dead silence fell. CHAPTER V. DICK's OBJECT, "Look here, pard !" exclaimed Brad " Bu . ckhart, when he and Dick were together in their room that night, "what. kind of a gum game did you play on us in the gym. thts afternoon ?1 ' ---Dick looked "at him in pretended _ surprise; "9um game?" he repeated. ' •That's what I said." "What do you mean?" "Just that," averred tqe Texan, planting himself in front of Dick, his feet wide apart and his ha1ids on his hips. "I opine it sure was a brace game. ' . I allow we were buncoed. And I ari-i willii1g _to admit that we didn't like it none whatever, The taste was a heap un p leasant to us." "Us?" "Your friends." "Well?" ''Well,' we had a right to look for something differ ent, I will declare. Whatever did yott by it?" "Now, come right down and state what you are driving at," said Dick, putting down his geometry. "You ha v e a most prbvoking way of beating about the bush . " "\i\Thy didn't you beat Dave Flint?" "\t\Thy , didn't I try?" "J d on't opine you did any to speak of." "Why, of course I did !" cried Dick. "'Vhat is the matter with y ou, Brad?" "I don't believe it!" angrily growled the Texan . "That Flint can't beat you at anything! That galoot! Say, if you want to make Dave Flint a whole lot un-popular with me you 'll just let him beat you once more like that! Why, I'll just have to go kick him clean up through his collar!" "I wouldn ' t do that, Brad! Flint won handsomely , and I'm rather glad of it." "I'm not. Why, there are some blamed fools who think he really did win fair!" "Well, didn't he? What's the matter with you , .. Brad? Pet'haps you know _ more about this thing than I d9. There was nothing unfair about what Flint did." ! I've never known you to lie; pard, but right here is where we get into a powerful bloody ruc tion in case you state to me that you did your level best the last _time you jumped." Dick could not restrain his laughter, which to provoke the Texan more than ever. "Laugh!" he cried. "! don't see the joke! There was Chet . Arlington )ooking on and_ praying for you to be beatel)." -"But not by Flint, Brad. He didn ' t want Flint to beat any He was badly hurt when he found Flint had won.". _ ''.Well , so was-_ You know ! didn't. ta)
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TIP TOP WEEKLY. I I "Get over it," smiled Dick. "Chet Arlington is sorer than you are." "Arlington? Well, what do I care about that fel low? He's been sore on Flint right along." "But never anything has hurt him worse than i to haye Flint Win in the gym. to-day." "It would have hurt worse to ha,; e you win." "That's where you're mistaken, Brad." "I don't see how." "\Vhy, Arlington is coming to fear Flint, as well as hate him. He realizes now that Flint is no coward, and he has felt Flint's strength. He knows is bound to rise in the estimadon of his class: That is why he fears the fellow." "Now, see here , partner," said Buckhart, seriously, "you can't make Dave Flint popular if you try a heap. He ain't the right kind of a fellow. Don't you think you are going to put him over Chester Arlington with the _ plebes." A 9ueer, grim smile settled on young Merriwell's face. "Buckhart, like all the others here, you have misjudged Flint entirely. That fellow is born to be a leader. He is a chap of powerful impulses, just as he has great physicaj_ strength. He is a chap some day will dominate men and be a leader. Thus far he . has not sought to control others. He is not ambi tious that way. He has held himself aloof. Wait till he wakes up." 1 Buckhart shook his head. He could not conceive of a silent, stolid, reserved fellow like Flint becoming . a leader. "I don't see it that way1 partner," he said. "You may be right, but I don't allow so. I'll bet you anything you won't be able to ram Flint down the throats of the plebes." '.'I'm not going to try. I am going to wait and watch the plebes swallow him of their own free will." "It will never happen." "Now, look at me, Brad; which fellow has the most manhood in him, Chester Arlington or Dave Flint?" "Why, I'm not denying Flint is all right in his way; but Chet is a free-and-easy fellow who will carry things his own way with that "Not always. Mark what I say, they will get enough of him in time. Some other fellow will be come the leader. I have marked Dave Flint for that fellow, and I'll wager anything I am right." • "Well, that don't make me feel any better because you let him beat you jumping." "I have not said I let him beat me. But I do know that the success of Flint nearly killed Arlington. He realizes that a few blows like that will shake him on his throne. His , place as leader of his class is far from secure." Not once had Dick admitted that he had not ex erted himself to the utmost Ki an attempt to defeat Flint i . n the jumping contest, but Brad was certain such was the case ; and he now understood the method in his friend's strange act. Buckhart !
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, • 12 TIP TOP WEEKLY. After the disappointment in the gym., Arlington re tired to his room in deep disgust. He lighted a cigarette, to the use of which he was fast becoming addicted. r "I'd rather had anything else happen," he muttered, as he sat there smoking, sullenly staring at the coal fire in the open grate. " I could stand to have Meni-. well beat Preston, but Flint-well, I was not the fel low he beat," This, however, did not seem to give him the conso lation he desired. Not many fellows dared smoke in their rooms as Arlington did. To be detected smoking at Fardale and reported meant severe punishment. But Chet Arlington was clever. He stood in with the inspec tors, he loaned them money, he found out their little s ecrets, he took pains to let them know how much he had found out. Thus he obtained a hold on them that made them cautious about causing him annoyance, and if one came suddenly into his room at an inoppor tune moment he ignored the smoking cigarette butt that !fad been hastily tnrown aside, or he did not seem abl e to smell smoke in the air. Arlington had worked skillfully to obtain power at Fardale; but of late he seemed ' to feel that his posi tion was not as secure as he could wish. He knew many of the fellows disliked ' him because he knew so much about them; 'but they dared not lift their hands again-St him. As he sat alone, there came a rather hesitating knock on the door. :i;;Ie knew it was no inspector, and he did not fling the cigarette aside. "Come," he said. ' Preston entered, ' iooking ve'ry downcast. Arlington tooked him over in supreme disdain . "I'm sorry," said Preston, humbly. . "You make me sick!" returned Chester, smoking. "I-I-I must have been out of stammered Preston. "'You should have found that out before getting into suc h a thing," said Chester. "I have jumped further than that. Besides; my foot slipped the last time." "YOU told me that before," reminded Arlington, in-sultingly. "It's a lie." Preston started a little. The blow had home. came near beating Merriwell." "But you didn't even do that." "Didn't 'even' do it! \\Thy, you know no one ex pected Flint to win." "That makes it all the worse. Preston, you're a bluff. Flint called you." said Fred, getting somewhat angry, "Merriwell has called you more than once, " Arlington sat up straight and pointed a finger at his visitor. "That will be about all from you!" he exclaimed . . Preston subsided at once. "Well, I did my best to-day, " he mumbled. "It didn't hurt you any." "Dicln ' f it? It wouldn't have hm : t so bad if that cheap duffer, Flint, had not been given a chance to show off." Hector Marsh came in. "Hello, fellows!" he said, looking from one to the other. Preston was his roommate . . "It was hard luck, 'vvasn' t it! But I've. just heard something that gives me cramps. I want .to give you a tip, Chester; there's something doing that you won't fancy." "What is it?" "I just happened to overhear some of the fellows of our class talking. They were saying that Flint was the only fellow who ever defeated Merriwell at any thing. They've heard that he plays baseball, too, and you know he can play basketball and hockey. The fact that he beat Merriwell caused one of them to say that he has shown himself away ahead of any other . fellow in our class." "Who said that?" asked Arlington, hotiy. "It was Earl Gardner. " "That j ay from Maine? I'll have to get after him, I see. I have tho.ught so more than once . Preston, you played right into Merriwell's hands to-day. You' re an ass!" "Played into his hands-how ?" "He knew what Flint could do; he wanted him to do it. knew it would set the monkeys to chat tering, and that was what he was counting on. Oh, he thought he was shrewd, but I can read him. Without Merriwell, Flint would not be at all dangerous; With Merriwell behind him, Flint is beginning to loom up. I can see the hand of Dick Merriwell behind it all. " Chester Arlington was indeed, a go o d guesser. 'TU soak Flint!" growled Preston. "Better soak Merriwell. If I could get rid of that fellow I'd give anything."

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TIP TOP WEEKLY. IJ "Get 1 rid of hirrt ?" "Yes." "How?" "Any. old way." • "He's making this Flint ambitious," said Marsh. "That fellow was satisfied to be a common 'hustler' until he got to chumming with Merri well; now he wants to take part in all the sports, and he'.s making a record, too. Gardner was saying that Flint would be the fellbw for our class to push for the nine in the spring." "Well, Gardner will get his mouth closed for him, if he doesn't shut up!" exclaimed Chester, flushing with rage. "I am going to make the nine myself, and I won't play with on it." "You've got hard work ahead of you," observed Matsh. "Merriwell is to captain the nine, and he 11 be sure to give Flint a show in preference to you." "You see!" grated Arlington, in very bad tem per. "He can't run everything here ! He has done so, but there is going to be a change." 'Tm afraid, '1 said Marsh, "that he'll continue to do it just as long as he stays here. The only way to fix him is to kill him. and, of cotlrse, that can't be done." "Can't it?" muttered Preston, as if questioning him self. put up a job on me, did he! I don't be lieve he did his best, anyhow. He wanted me to be beaten by that dirty Flint !'1 It was strange how Preston's resentment for his humiliation tluned to•vard Merriwell. He had taken a seat without being invited, and he sat there, brooding and fQr some time. At last; he rose to go. "What's your hurry?" asked "Let him go,1' said Arlington. "He wearies me. He made a botch of it to-day. Let him go." Preston went out. ' 1MerriweB is to blame!" he muttered, in a manner that seemed unreasoning. "Arlington would not have minded so much if Merriwell had beaten Flint. \i\f ell, I:ve had it in for Merriwell a long time. I'll watch my cha.nee to settle with him." CHAPTER VII. THE WINNER OF THE HOCKEY MATCH. A spring thaw, accompanied by heavy ra.ins, was followed by a sudden freeze that covered Lily with a fine bosom of ice, Immediately Fardale accepted Springvale's offer to come to Fardale for a game of hockey with the cadets. The Springvale fellows were anxious to play, having a belief that they could defeat the Fardale seven . The very day that the challenge was accepted by Dick, who was now the regular. captain of the hockey team, young Merri well came to the room of Dav.e Flint, whom he found studying hard. "Dave," said Dick, "I want you to play hockey with us against Springvale, Saturday . " ''I'm sorry," said Flint; "but I can't do it, Dick." "vVhy not? 'We need you . Arlington can't play. He hasn't been in condition since falling into that well. \Ve can't afford to let those Springvale chaps take a fall out of us." "I'd love to play," said Flint, ean:iestly. "But' I can!t-honestly I can't." "You haven't told me why.' "Because I have to work. You know how it is. I'm helping work my way through the school. That takes lots of time, waiting on the table, washing dishes sometimes, and such things. Lately I've been taking too much time for things I . should not. When I haven't been at work, or at classes, I have spent time in the gym. or at some other things like that. The result is that I'm falling behind in my studies. I must study Saturday afternoon when the other fellows have their holiday. It's the only way I can keep up with the rest of the class." Dick sat clown. "You're having it rather Flint," he said. ''It seem just right." "But you know I'm poor, and my uncle allows me just so much to get through school on. I _ saved as 1nuch of that as I could for Little Bill. Then yqu loaned me a lot to help pay for the operation on Billy, and now I have to pay that back." "Look here, Flint, I don't want you to think of paying that back till you get through school. I won't take it! You're trying to
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TIP TOP '\iVEEKLY. "What do you hear from Little Bill? " he asked. a place open for you, thinking you might change.sour "Oh, I had a letter to-day l He's coming on great. mind." Doctor wrote, too. Operation was successful; Bill will "Well, Professor Gunn met me to-day and told me be as straight as anybody. I'll never forget how much I had better take the afternoon off from all work I owe you-how much Billy owes you!" and study. I don't know how he happened to do it." "If your uncle knew just everything about it he / Dick knew, for he had been to see the head professor might fix it so you could get along more easily here." about Flint. "Oh, no! I wouldn't tell him for the world! He So it happened that Dave Flint appeared as one of has done more for me than I had any right to ever exthe regular players on the Fardale hockey team that pect." afternoon, greatly to the surprise and rage of Chester "Hum l That's the way you , look at it . . Where is Arlingtop. he now?" "Now, look at that sly work on Merriwell's part!" "Out in Ohio . " Chester , hotly, as he stood on the shore of the "Wl].at place?" little cove that served as a natural rink for the two "Toledo." teams. "He has been ' practicing with Scudder on "In business there?" the team the last two days, but when the time for the "I don't know. I send all my letters to him in care game comes he ri n gs in that stiff, Flint. Scudder's a of Wybetter & Hayes, who are prominent lawyers fool to stand for such a thing." there." "That's. so," agreed Marsh, . who stood ready to "You say they are prominent lawyers?" agree to anything Chester said. "Yes. I lost the street address once, and I just s<7nt Preston was listening, but he ventured to make no the letter to Toledo, care of Wybetter & Hayes, and observation. he got it all right." As usual at these games, a large crowd of spectators Dick made a mental note and rose at once. had gathered, and there were many girls from the "I'm sorry you can't play Saturday," he saia . . Lakeside School. The afternoon was bright and A few later . he left Flint ' s room and went sunny , with such a feeling of spring in the air that directly to his own, where he sat down and wrote a the boys well knew they ere seeing what strongly long letter to Flint's uncle, gi v ing the particulars of promised to be the last of the season ' s skating. Flint's trials and and manly struggle since The hockey game opened with a rush, the visitors coming to Fardale and explaining fully how he came getting right into the playing at the very start and to know so much about him. He also explained how making it hot for Fardale. :It was characteristic of he came to know about the gentleman to whom . he the Fardale boys that they seemed to warm up rather was writing and how he had procured his address. slowly in all games, but they were "great finishers . " He ended by fully explaining the . position in which It was Flint's fortune, however, to make a brilliant Flint was placed. He did no,..venture to make a replay early in the game. One of the Springvale for quest or even to hint that Flint's uncle should come wards had carried the puck down close to Fardale ' s to the rescue, but still about the letter there was somegoal and made a try for a count, only to have the thing that suggested a great deal. rubber sent flying back to him. As he gathered it up, '"This qld uncle may not be half bad," he said; "and a stocky lad flashed up to him with a sweep and perhaps I may do Flint
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--. .. TIP TOP WEEKLY. Che:i;ter . A rlingt o n's fa c e p a led , fo r he sa w at o nc e th:.t the fell o w s wh o were cheering w ere plebe s ; "Wh o are they?" he gra t e d , glarin g at t hem . "Why, they' r e a J o t of duffer s led by Earl Gardner," s aid .Mars h. ' " "That fellow Gardne r !'" C he s ter.. a lm os t s narled . " I s ee !'112_ g-oiug t o hav e d o ings w ith him!' ' " :It l oo k s t o . me ; l i ke a pre-arran. ge d pla n," obs er v ed M arsh. "That's what it i s ! " sai d A rlin g t o n,. a s he l oo k e d t he group o f ple bes over, n oting wh o the y we re . "Gardne r h as gatlier e d e ve r y f ello\.v i n th e class w h o w ou ld agr ee t o chee r fo r F lint. I t' s so me m o r e of Merr i w ell's ,work, and I'll be t m y lif e on it!" "Merri well i s takin g a n unfa ir a dvantage of yo u when yo u a re n o t well,'' sa id Hecto r. " P erhaps . he-think s t o d o wn me! If he d oes, he'll find that I fi.ght to the la s t gasp. " Flint had fa i led t o m a ke a goal. and in less than a minute a S pringvale m a n drove the pu c k bet w een t he p os t s of the h ome tea m , securi n g th e fir st s c o re. "I'd like t o c h eer now!" mutter ed C h es ter , bitterly. " v V ha t i s the m a tter w ith yo u , Mr. A r l ington?" in -. 1 . " A 1t 11 t d . '" a v01ce . . r e n yo u w e o a y , He turned an d sa w Z o n a D es m o nd , wh o was p assing in c o mpany with D o ri s Templ et o n and Fel eLia Del o res, and h e lmrnedi a tely s mil ed and lifted his cap'. "I h a ven't b e e n w ell fo r s e v er a l clays," he said. "But I assure _you that I fee l bette r s i nc e I hav e seen yo u ; : Miss D es m o nd." He pride d h i ms elf , o n sayi,J.Jg t hi ngs well. Bi,1t h e obs er v ed tha t n e ith e r D o ri s n o r Felecia g av e a o f recogniti on. That c u t him , but he trie d t o hide hi s f e e l i ngs. " I may be a ble to tak, e d own your prid e s o me day , young lady! " he tho ught. Zona w ouid ha v e paus ed for a few w ords with him , but her compani o ns sh ow ed no inclinati o n to wait for her, so she passed o n , casting back a s idel ong s mile. She die\ not kno w it , but s he failed to attract him in the le a st. It was the m o de s t, quiet, eva s ive D o ri s who him and fa s cinated him. F o r all o f Fli nt's clever w ork, Springvale s e c ured the first g o al. Two minutes later the vi s it o r s s c o red agaln, and it began t d l oo k as if the cadets were d11tcla s sed. Dick rallied his players , andthe y went into the game with renewed vigor. But Springvale had' coine for that game, and the m os t o t the fighting was near the Far
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16 TIP TOP WEEKLY. "He's not handsome or rich," said Brad Buckhart; "but he ' s the g o od s ." "That infernal blo wing cow-puncher!" thought Chester. "He said that to give me a thrust. " He tried to assume a smiling face, but his effort was a dismal failure. The seco nd half of the game began with the specta to1; s w o rked up to a great pitch o f exciteme . nt. Springvale went at it wi, th the same dashing rush; I.Jut now she was met in a like manner. Dick M _ erriwell was talking to his players . He was here; there, everywhere. He kept them at it, and he filled them with He was exerting his power over them. But now Flint was not the star. It was Dick who \•:on the wild applause of the cadet s . Flint was play ing as V\'.ell as e v er, but Dick was pla ying better. .. I allow," said Brad Buckh a rt, " that my side pard is just letting him s elf loose s o me . He is showing what he can do when he gets right into g ear and bustles. " .Still Springv ale held the lead. Once, near the midof the last half, Fardale tied the score; but almost immediately the visitors again took the lead. "They will win!" thought Arlington , with satisfac tion. 'TH claim that Flint was a ho o doo. I know how to make it appear that he is a hoodoo." 1 As the half was
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TIP TOP WEEKLY. howled with laughter. That is; all howled except Sm:irt, who sobbed and wrung his ha n ds. "\Vhat a sad, sad spectacle!" moaned the little fel low. "It will break my heart!" "It will breal) my, neck if I keep it up!'.' ripped out Brad, as he sat up and looked angrily at ,his refractory feet. "Whatever do you suppose makes the onery things W6.lrk like that? They must be. locoed! Do skates ever get loooed I \Vonder ?" "Hi would try it again, hif Hi were you," advised Billy Rrad l ey. "Oh, yes!" said Buckl1art. "I haven't a doubt of that! You would try ! Well, I'm going to stick to it until they take me home a corpse or I . bust these onery bttcking skates !" He got onto his . and then tried to rise. The skates scooted out behind and he fell on h i s stonpch. • "Dern !" saitl Brad. Then . he sat up and tried to rise from l that position. 'he skates scooted out in front of him, and he sat down , "Dern!''. said Brad, again. After which h _ e sat there and meditated. "I'd like to have the gaJoot her e who invente.:l skates !". he finally obse1: ved, with repressed rage. "I'd stffe be hanged for murder, thJugh," he added . . Dick l\.ferriwell and Obediah Tubbs came skating up. . . "Hello, Brad!" call ed Dick. "What are you doing down there?'' "Just warming a spot on this blamed co.Id ice," an swered the Texan. "Say, pard, whatever do you supmakes ice so cold?" "I think it must be because it is frozen," said Dick, . gravely. ,, "Mebbe that's so," agreed the Texan, soberly. "But there ought to be some plan of warming it up when a fellow has to sit down to rest on it." Dick spoke a word to Obediah, and they lifted the Texan to his feet. "Now. you stand up and skate," said Dick. "Look here," cried Buckhart, "I'm no baby! You let go of me instanter, or I'll shoot you full of perfora tion! You hear me chirp !11 "All right,'' said Dick. They did so. Then followed a hair-lifting performance, for Brad ' made an awful attempt to keep on his feet, while first one foot and then the othe r shot out. He clawed at the air, he squirmed and twisted and jumped. The sound of his skates on the ice came sharp and clearclip, clip, clip. But it was no use. He finally tried to kick the stars out of the Long Handled Dipper .. When he sat up he observed: "That's the handsomest comet I ever saw! It had more than nineteen mjllion colors in it." . Some one touched Dick Merriwell on the shoulder, and he saw Flint at his side. _ "Something is going ' to happen here to-night," said Dave, in a low tone. "I . heard some fellows talking, and there ar. e a Iot of chaps w . earing masks." Dick had noticed that. "Have you an idea?" "No; but I tho ught I would speak to you about it." "All right. Keep your eyes open." Just then one of the masked fellows darted past them . He gave Flint a trip that dropped Dave to the ice . Immediately Dick skated away after the masked chap, keeping . him in sight. He saw him join several others, who hovered beyond the glare of the bonfires. "I believe it ' s going to be a rush," thought Merri well. "Those fellows . are some of Chet Arlington •s crowd, or I'm mistaken." 1 , As he stood them, another masked chap sped past him and cleverly tripped him up. I . "Well, I . like t_hat !" muttered Merriwe.11, as he quickly sprang to his feet. "I think I'll see who you are." Immediately he dashed after the ,fellow, determined to overtake and unmask him. .. They were beyond the firelight, and D ick kept his eyes on the fleeing wearer of the mask, who looked back, as if wishing to find out if was coming. It did not take Merriwell long to discover that the fellow was a good skater. "But I think I'll be able to run you down, just the same," he muttered, grimly. Away toward the island headed the fugitiye. Dick_) began to gain after a little, up on which it was seen that the masked chap redoubled his efforts. The island was reached and the wearer of the mask sped round one end of it, disappearing from view. During the few seconds that he was out of sight, the fugitive swerved to one side, as if avoiding some spot on the ice, but turned back again until it seemed that he had kept on almost a straight course.

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TIP TOP WEEKLY . Dick came round the end of the island and bore straight for the fellow. Suddenly and without warning, the ice gave way beneath Dick's feet and was precipitated into the chilling water. CHAPTER IX. WHERE JS DICK? Chester Arlington had a little scheme of his own on foot that night, and he it \\ras who had provided masks for a lot of his particular friends . He had not . seen Dick Merri well pursue the mysterious fellow who tripped him, and after a time Arlington began to look for Dick in vain. • , ' ... What h a s become of Merriwell ?" he asked of Hector Marsh. Marsh wore a mask. don't know," he said. "I haven't seen him for some time. Isn't he with Doris Templeton?" '' "No. ; Darrell skating with her." "Well, I don't know where he is, then." "How are we going to let onrselves loose on him and his gang unless we can . find him. It would botch the thing to rush them unless Merrivvell wa:s with them." A masked fellow came skating up. Somehow he seemed greatly excited. "You needn't look ' for Merri well any more tonight I" he whispered in A.rlington's ear. "You needn't ever look for him again. He won't bother you any more!" Chester was startled. Be clutched the fellow's arm. "What do you mean?" he asked, in a low . tone. "Let go!'! grated the othen "You wanted to gt rid of him! Well, 'perhaps you--have !'' "-What .do. yo4 mean?" repeated Chester, ster!l1ly. "Where is he ?" "Under. the ice!" hissed the other. "He's dead!" T hen he tore from Arlington's grasp and dashed . '\way . . Without a word, Chester spr6lng in pursuit. "I'll find out what you are trying to get through y9u _ !" he 11mttered. Eut he had iniscalcttla t ed hi$ J>wn strength, for he had not wholly -recovered from his recept illness, and the skateq away, easjly keeping ahead. q1e!)ter was to. give up easily, and he pursued tpe urikn9wn past th:e .. before tealizin.g that the chase was useless. The mysterious chap kepf on and skated away. Chester swung toward the island to turn about and retrace his steps, still wondering not a little. . _Of a sudden, he swung one of his skates on the. side and stopped as as he could1 an exclamation of astonishment breaking from his lips. Right before , him, by the-starlight, was a considerable opening in the ice, with great cakes float-ing a . bout. "What the dickens does this mean?" he muttered. "I didn't know there was . <1; hole here." He stood and stared at it some minutes, noting that the ice had broken with along the edge. leaving the opening similar to a great square place where ice-cutters had been at work. Cautiously Arlington moved pearer. Finally he got clown on his hands and knees and crept quite close to the opening, exari1ining the edge. "Now, that's a fine piece of-business!" he muttered. "This hole was cut with a saw. What is the meaning of it? Somebody might skate into this place and be drowned.'' Hal Darrell and Doris Templeton, with clasped hands, came skating round the island . They heading straight toward the opening, chatting and laughing. "Hold on! Look out!" cried C,hester, warningly. "There's a hole here! You'll be into it!" They turned aside and stopped. "A hole there?" said . Darrell, wonderingly. "Why, }1ow is that? There was no hole here this afternoon." 1'\iVell, it's here now;" said Chester, : "and I came awful near skating right into it. All the skaters nm.st be warned about this place." "That's right," agreed Darrell. '-'They should be w;i.rned right away." Then he and Doris turned about and skated back toward the bonfires. "Who was that fellow by the hole?" asked Doris. . "I think it was Arlington,'' answered Hal. "It sounded like his voice." I Chester followed them, rejoining his masked friends, whom he told of the hole near the western end of the island. All seemed very much surprised. • "Has any o'ne seen anything of _Merri well?" Arling--ton asked. No one had . :. In 1he meantime; l).ick .J1ad-bee11 missed by his

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TIP TOP WEEKLY. 19 friends, who were beginning to look for him. No one had seen him for some little time. "That's mum-mum-mum-mighty queer," chattered Chip J olliby. I Dave Flint seemed to be the last one who had sp okei;i to Dic"K. When Flint found that Merriwell was mi s sing his ' uneasiness increased, "I. knew there was something in the air-," he said_. "I felt it. I hope there has been no crooked work." "Don' t y ou worry" about Merri well," laughed ' Ha_rry Dare. "He'll turn up all r i ght. Likely he's skating with some girl." But the cur.iosity of Dick's friends was fully awak ened, and they continued the search for him. "Merri well!" they were calling , here and there on the lake. "Merri well! Merri well!" There was no answer to their cries. Away . on a dis tant shore stood . a fellow who h'.ld stolen off by himself and removed h i s skates. He heard them calling that name and "Shout to him!" he muttered. He'll never answer you! He went down like a rock! I thought perhaps he might escape, but he didn't. He'll be found when the ice g o es out of the Jake. " This fellow stole along the shore toward the road. lie did not wish to be seen by anybody. Once he crouched behind some cedar bushes and listened . Skates were ringihg on the ice of the lake. The fires sent forth their red glow. When fresh wo o d was cast ont.o them millions of sp:i.rks fluttered upward like swa t ms of fireflies. But now the singing and laughter was hushed on the lake. A sense of tragedy . seemed to brood over everything. And through the night the unanswered voices were vainly calli ng: "Merri well! Merri well! Dick _ Merr i well!" . CHAPTER X. COWARD CONSCIENCE. I ' The alarm . of Dick Merriwell's friends grew. It was thought that there was a possibility that he had returned to the academy , and t\\ o fellows were sent there to find out. They returned with the report that Dick was not there. \ Brad Buckhart, who had stripped off his rebellious skates, took a torch from of the fires and. set out for the mysterious hole in the ice the island. "Oh, I don ' t opine any whatever that he has skated into it," said the Texan; "but. then I just want to take a look at the place." Others seized torches and accompanied him : When the hole was examined it was found beyond a doubt that the ice had been cut there with the aid of an ice-cutting saw. "Hit looks very much to me," said Billy Bradley, "as hif somebody 'ad skated honto the ice haftei hit was cut hout and broken it hup like this." "But not Dick!" said Buckhart-"not my pard I" Chester Arlington, who was with the party, was thinking of the strange words that had been hissed in his ear by one of. the masked fellows on the lake. "Where is he?" Arlington had asked; and the . swer was, "Under the ice!" "Merriwell went down here," Arlington mentally decided. "He was trapped and drowned I , Who did it?" Strangely enough, Chester Arlington did not thrill with satisfaction o ver the he fancied had befallen Merriwell. Many a time he had believed he could kill Dick without a qualm of conscience; but nG>w l : e saw there would be no tr'itlmph for him in this mysteri ous vanishing of and he began to fancy that he m ight be suspected of having taken a hand in any cro o ked work that had been perpetrated . "I belie:ve he has been drowned I" whispered Hector Marsh, in Arlington ' s ear. "Shut up!" returned Chester. "I'm afraid so, too." "Afraid?" gasped Hector, in . "Yes. What good will it do?" "Well, I declare! And you have wfshed him out" of your . way a hundred times!" Arlington turned away. It was . true he had wished Dick \ out of his path, as Marsh said; but flow some thi n g thrust upoH him the memorY' that it was Diek Me r riwell who, on at least three occasions, had res cued him from positions of extreme eril. Ahd only a short time before, when he was suffering horribly in the old well, it was Dick who had appeared above and called down to him; it was Di<;k who had de sce:1ded into the well and almost dragged him ; to the , surface. "We;J, I'm not to blame for anything that has hap pe n ed to him," Chester told himself. Wait a minute, Arlington ! Are you sure about that? You are the one who aroused enemies against Merriwell. You are the one who led them to believe you . would rejoice at any fate that might befall Merri-

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2Q TIP TOP WEEKLY. well.1 Whl\tever has happened to him this night1 you are the indirect cause of it all! But Chester refused to think that this was true. Jf there was anything for which he could heartily congratulate himself it was that he had known of the plot against Dick Merriwell and had taken no hand in the, of it. With his rnind in a state that was far frorn ant, Chester left the lake turned toward the acad emy. l{e found Marsh at his side and was a\moyecl by t\1e presence o{ the f ello' . Hector served him well as, a tool, but he was a most tiresome companion. Marsh was very curious, He '1vas indined to ask questions. Did Chester really believe Merriwell was drowned? "I d011't know anyttiing about it," said Arlington, sharply, "Oh!" exclaimed Marsh, and the other seemed . to fancy there was something of cloubt in his voice. "Look here!" said Chester. don't like the way you said that. When I tell yot\ a thing it goes. UnIf a ,nything has happened to Merri well toI know nothing whatever about it," "Jit\t l'll wager a .nything you'll be suspected:' .the111 Stlspect ! . What do I care !v But Chester knew 1\.bxsh spoke, the truth. He had l>E:en Merriwell's p1o&t per$istent enemy, and he w9uld be suspected. The thought made him angry. He was deter-mined to find out truth that night, if possible. Hector Marsh found Fred Preston in their room. Preston jumped and uttered a, startled exclamation when Hector in. "Hello!" said Marsh. "What's the m .atter with YQU {" "Nothit;lg:," answe_red Pi;eston, swallowing dow1\ a lunw in his . throat and trying to calm: "Just cQme from the lake?" . ''l came a l9\1g time ago." "Bow was that? Yoq we had a plan to rush the yearlings and get at Merriwell and Flint, Didn't yoQ S,tay fq,r that'?" "No. I twisted my ankle and couldn't skate, so I just got mtt. Did anything happen?" "I should say sot" M;;irsh told of the mysterious 0f Mer riwell and the suspicious hok in the ice. Throughout the narrative Preston avoided the eyes of hii. roommate, " ,It's very strange," he said; "but I'll bet anything Merriwell will turn up all right. He always does." "He always has," admitted Hec,:tor; "but I'm beginning to feel that it will be different this time. So lots of the fellows. They think he skated into that trap and was drow11ecl." "Trap?" "Yes, for it was a trap. The ice was sawed and left so that it would break up if any on!:! skated onto it." "My!" said Preston, weakly. "Who do you sup-pose did it?" "One of Merriwell's enemies, of course." Arlington} He's Merriwell's worst enemy. Y O\l don't suppose he did it, do you Hec;k ?" "I don't know. He acted mighty strange about it. I thought he would feel good over it." "Didn't. he?" asked Preston, a if greatly surprised. "If he did, he's a great actor, for he pretended to feel anything bttt pleased." Preston seemed bewildered. "I can't understand why he shouldn't be pleased," he said. "He h3s tried every to hurt Merriwell, and he's said he . could become the. leader here at school if it were not fdr . Merriwell." Marsh knew all about that. Preston seemed to grow angry and excited. "I believe Chester Arlington did it!" he cried, ing the floor. "He' s pretending tQ sorry so he will not be suspected. But he can't fooJ me-he can ' t fool me!" Marsh looked at his roommate queerly. "Why are you staring at m.e like that ?11 snapped Preston, fiercely. ''Oh, nothing!" said Hector, b\lt he drew away from. his companion. Preston shunned the boys at the academy that night, keeping in his room. But he W?S nervous and restless, and he asked Marsh to find out what the boys were talking about. ' Marsh was gone when Arlington came walking coolly intQ the mom. He looked Preston over in a manner that milde Fred bt1rst forth qotly : "Well, what is it?" the matter? What are yo1,1 looking "How long did it take you to cut that hole in the ice f" asked Ches_ter, grimly; did you do it?" "What hole?" gasped the nervous lad. you talkine-ahout? I don't knQw what you mean l"

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TIP TOP WEEKLY . 21 "Oh. , yes ,you do!" grimly declared Arlington. "Did you think i didn't recognize you when you came and told me Merri well was under the ice?" "Never told you anything of the sort!" almost cried Preston, jumping up and begiiming to limp about. "I'm lame! I didn't stay on the . ice. I came back here a long time ahead of the other fellows. I sprained rny a nkle and could hardly walk. See how Jame I am." . "Yes; I see," nodded "I'm not a fool, Preston! You skated remarkably well when I tried to catch you. You're an excellent skater, Preston; . but I'll wager that Merri well could have run you . down in less than half the length Cif the lake:" . "vVell, he didn't, and he tried hard enough. He--" Preston stopped short, choked, and then stammered: "I-I mean I know he couldn't if he bad tried." "I thi nk you what you n;eaht all right enotigh," s miled in tow.ard the door. "I can read you ; Preston." The other boy started after Arlington, who denly . turned about, looked hard at him, and s .aid: "How quick you were cured of your lameness! You are not limping a bit now." . . Then, pale and shaking, Preston aCtually went down on his knees. "Don't go round telling that I did it!" he entreated. "I hav e been your friend! I thought you would be satisfied-I thought. Don't--" "Don't say another word!" exclaimed Chester ; now turning pale himself. "Don't confess to me! I , want to know nothing whatever or your crime t Keep away from met Don't ever speak to me . again! From this clay fonvard I have nothing to do with you!" Then he hastened out, closing the door and leaving behind him a cn, 1shed and broken lad. ... <:HAPTER XI. HAUNTED . . That night Preston seemed afraid to go to and afraid to remain up. All cadets were . supposed to re tire promptly and put out their lights at taps, but P,reston objected when Marsh wished to obey the call. HoweYer, Marsh blew out the lamp, telling his :roommate that he had no intention of being pulled over the coals for disobeying rules. . Preston undressed shivering . and crawled into bed. He twisted, and turned, and could not get to Once he grasped hjs companion and sat up suddenly, whispering: "What was that?" "vVhat's the ri1atter vvith your grow1eo 1Vlars11. "I heard something." "Bah!" grunted Hector, and turned over to sleep. "It was a rustling and a breathing right here by bed!" insisted Preston; but Marsh was snoring in less than half a minute . Some time in the night Preston gave an awful cry of terror, like a choking groan, and Marsh avyoke to find his companion entirely covered by the be<.1-clothes. When he had dragged the fellow out, Preston was shaking like a leaf, and finally managed to a .sk: "Did you see it?" "See what?" "The ghost !" "Ghost-your grandmother!" snorted Marsh. "I saw it-I saw it!" ' palpitated the frightened lad. "It was right here ' by the bed, all in white, and it was looking at me!" "Nightmare," said Marsh. "No, no! I know I really saw it! Hector, I'm haunted! It was his ghost I" "Whose ghost?'' asked Marsh, who had temporarily forgotten the mysteri:ous disappearance of Merriwell. "Why, Merri well. I recognized him!'' Marsh crept away toward the edge of the bed. "See here, Preston," he said, "what have you done? How were you concerned in Merriwell's disappear ance?" "Oh, don't! I didn't do anything! I never touched him!" t • "Then go to sleep, and don't be a fool." But there was no ' more fo. r that night. He lay through ' the 1ong hours, hearing the " frigh . tened . beating of his own heart, suffering when the wind rose and wailed outside the window, his body cold, his heart like lead within him. He was not the . only one disturbed that night. Chester Arlington ';yas awakened by something a cold wind that rnshd across his face. He fancied he had left his window standing wide open, but sleepily closed his eyes and was ' dozing off \vhen something like a cold, clammy hand fell gently upon his forehead. A moment later he was sitting bolt upright artd staring into the darkness of room. He he heard a rustling, then all was still.

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22 TIP TOP WEEKLY. "What the dickens was it?" he muttered, his nerves shaken a little. He got up and found his window closed. "Mighty strange," he said, as he got back into bed. "I must have dreamed it." Still he felt that it was no dream, and an uncanny sensation oppressed and him. It was long before he could sleep. On the following day a serious attempt was made to and learn more about the remarkable disappearance of Dick Merriwell. The opening cut in the ice was examined again, and there was no longer a doubt but it had been done with regular ice-cutters' tools. The belief that Dick had skated into that opening. and been drowned grew steadily until it became a convicion. Dick's friends were heartbroken, and there was nothing but gloom about the academy. Dick's ene mies were silenced, and nothing but praise for him was heard anywhere. Fardale felt that a fearful calamity had befallen the school. Brad Buckhart was utterly broken up, but he swore over and over again to completely solve the mystery of Dick's disappearance and to bring to punishment any one who had been concerned in the work . The boys got together and talked mournfully of the terrible thing that had happened. Hal Darrell said : "He was the squarest enemy and firmest friend any fellow ever had . I know, for I have been both enemy and friend to him." "I'll never give up he's dead until I see his body, " declared the Texan, whose face was haggard and full of sorrow. Ted had no jokes; he even forgot to express himself in his usual characteristic manner. Scudder had wept; his . red eyelids showed that. "Once I was his enemy, but he made me his friend. No brother could have done more for me than he did. Vlh t couldn't it have been some cheap fell ow like me, instead of the finest lad in the whole world I" . , Others felt the same. Professor Gunn was . sitting in his study that Sabbath afternoon when there came a knock on the door and Professor Barna by Gooch walked in. Pro fessor Gooch's wizen old face was inexpressibly sor rowful "Professor , " he said, dolefully, "I have co]tle to learn if you are fully satisfied that this great calamity has befallen us." "What great calamity?" snapped Gunn, sharply. "What are you talking about, sir?" "Why, you know-this unfortunate, this terrible drowning of the brightest, mo s t brilliant, most manly, most noble youth who ever atten _ ded this school." "Whom are you speaking of, sir?" exclaimed Gunn, in pretended amazemept. "Why, Richard Merriwell, of course," sighed Gooch, dropping on a chair. Gunn arose and glared at his visitor. " 'Brightest, most brilliant, most manly, most noble youth!'" he exploded. "And you-you, sir , were one ' of his traducers! You declared more than once that he wa s ruining the school by his evil example in athletics. You were a.Jways opposed to him while he lived , sir. You prated about him like ?-n old hen, sir! Now you come here pretending sorrow after he is dead and gone ! Y <;:JU should be ashamed, . Barnaby Gooch!" To his surprise, Gooch bowed his head meekly, saying in the most humble and contrite manner: i "I confess, professor, that I was wrong. Worse than all, I confess that I knew I was wrong all the time. Even while I said such things about him and pretended to dislike him, I admired and respected him more than any • other boy in the school. I confess that I took the stand I did because it seemed to annoy you. I am sorry!" Professor Gunn stood quite still, regarding Gooch in silence some moments. At last, he said : "Well, I am glad to know you have manhood enough to confess your error and injustice, Professor Gooch." Then he sat down, and the two sad-hearted 1old men condoled with each other as best they could. There was no one at the academy on whom the blow fell more heavily than upon Dave Flint . Flint did not try to express his sorrow in . words, but to him it seemed that a part of his very life had been torn I away.

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• TIP TOP WEEKLY . It waS'Buckhart who somehow realized that Flint's "Just like Dick to oo trying to give some poor devil feelings 111ust be intensely moved, and he visited the a ,lift," he said. p l ebe in his room sin Monday. Dave sat staring. dully Dave Flint sat down and covered his scarred: face at the wall. He looked-. at Brad but no sur-. with his hands . . For some time he sat thus. When: prise, even tho'ugh the Texan had never before entered he it was to say,:, that room. "It's too late! I don't care about spotts now. -J , "Pard," said the \i\Testerner1 "somehow I wanted to shall never care for them any more that Dick is gone'!" see you and see how you feel about this here awful "Nor I," said Brad. "In fact, I reckon I shall get thing. I ' reckoi1 you liked Merriwell pretty well." out of here right soo .n: l . don't believe I _tan stay "Liked him!" choked Flint! aroused. "My Goel! I here. But. first I ; waqt to fi!ld out. all abou,t how it loved him more than a brother I Don't talk to me of happened. I . have my __ suspic .i<; ms. I , opine Chet A.r him ! Don't! I can't stand it!" lington had a hand in the cutting of that. there hole That revealed to Brad the depths of Dave Flint's in the ice. If he did--" heart The Texan sat down, and for a long time both Buck?art did not finish the sentence, but there was remained silent and sorrowi-ng, speakingno word, bnt a terrible gleam in hi:; eyes. feeling that this-great loss had drawn them together 1 "\Vhat do you think about the academy . being : by a bond of mutual grief and sympathy. haunted by Dick's ghost?" asked Dave. But soon about Fardale there came strange whisper-"! don't take any stock whatever in it. If he was ing of ghostly sights and sounds. The boys told many to come back here as a . spookJ I sure allow I'd be th . e tales of these things, and it was not long before the first one he'd visit. He'd know I wanted to see him a l )lace was believed to be haunted by the spook of Dick 1 d h 'd ct t tl t I'd be f 'd 1eap, an e Know, oq, 1? never a ra1 11erriwen: .. CHAPTER XII. Tl-IE "SPOOK" STEPS FORTH. On vVeclnesday Flint came to Buckhart's robm at a.n hour when he thought he might fo1d Brad there. He was not disappointe
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. ... • TIP T O P WEEKLY. queer goings on round this ranch sence Dick disap peared." "The place is haunted!" av e rred Marsh. "I have seen Merriwell's ghost! It comes to my room almost every night. Preston is a total wreck. The fellow will die of fright yet. He can't eat or sleep." " Oh, say!" muttered Harwood; "you don't mean that you have really and truly it?" ''Yes I do!" declared Marsh. "I saw it just as plain as .anything, and it was all in white. Preston just gasps and ducks under the clothes. Then the spook vanishes." They were now near the room toward which they were proceeding, and they stole up to the door, where they p aused and listened, hearing their hearts pounding m adl y. After a minute or two they distinctly heard light foo tsteps within the room of the suicide. "'there it is!" hissed Marsh. . "Dem my picter !" gurgled Obediah Tubbs, and he fled along the corridor, followed immediately by the others. Tubbs disappeared. Harwood retreated to his room. . . -. \ . Marsh asked 'vV alker to come with him. "I'm going to change rooms and roommates, or I'll leave this old academy," declared Hector. "I can't stand Preston. He'll make a wreck of me in another week. I know the spook comes to see him." They found Chester Arlington in the room with Preston. "Glad you've come, Heck," said Chester. Preston sat silent in a corner. "We've been on a ghost hunt," explained . Marsh. Preston started and choked. "A ghost hunt?" questioned Arl ington. "Yes. Been up to the room where that fellow com mitted suicide a lorw time ago." "Well?" "Well, we heard the ghost. He's m there. We heard him walking." "I don't ake much stock in ghosts myself," said Arlington; "but there does seem to be somethin" queer happening around this place. I have heard rappings ah : nost every night lately. Last night I saw something white in my room, but it disappeared when . I jumped out of bed and struck a light." Preston got up. "Then you have seen it, too?" he cried, thickly. "I am not the only one. I thought I might be. It comes here every night." "That's right," nodded Marsh; "and I'm going to move . I can't stand it. The ghost seems to like Pres ton too well to suit me. I'm going to leave him here to hobnob with his ghostship all alone." "Don't do that!" cried Preston, in great distress. "I can't stay here alone! I shall commit suicide!" "Well, that's one way of escaping,"said Arlington, coldly. "It may be a good thing. Go ahead!" These wotds filled th7 wretched lad with despair. uy ou've all turned against me!" he cried. "I haven't a friend left! Is this the way you stick by a fellow when he is in trouble? Is this the kind of friends you are?" "You're a squealer! " contemptuously declared Ches ter. "Nobody wants anything to do with a squealer." "fhat's _right," nodded Marsh. "Besides, he'll break . me all up if I h
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TIP TOP WEEKLY. With a choking groan, he fell forward on his face in a dead faint. "Better take care of him, fellows," said Dick Merri well, in his natural voice, as he stood looking down at the prostrate figure. '1! am done playing the ghost, for I have frightened him into confessing that he set the trap that came near finishing me." * * * * * . • * Brad Buckhart was in his roan; when the door opened and Dick walked in, dressed in a summer suit of white duck, with white canvas shoes and a white yachting cap. Buckhart uttered a whoop and sprang up, his eyes bulging. "Great jumping tarantulas!" he roared. "Is it you -or is it really a spook?" "No spook," laughed Dick. "I'm here in the fl. esh." Still the Texan seemed in doubt. Only for a mo ment, then , with a wild yell of joy, he sprang forward and clasped Dick "in his muscular arms. Dick's explanation of his escape was simple. The ice all about the h0le was and he l!ad been able to get out quickly, whereupon he had hastened from the lake and to room t'a change his clothes. Whjle in his . room he had been seized by the desire to play spook and seek to discover who had set the and lured him into it. This fancy took a strong hold on him. and he proceeded to carry the plan into execution. Taking the white suit from his wardrobe, he proceeded to the so-called ha1mted room, where he concealed him self. That room was situated under the eaves, and along the slope close down between the partition and the eave_s there was a narrow unfinished place along which it possible to creep. Dick had known all . about this hen he was a plebe, and he also knew that in the close"ts of certain rooms were loose boards which could be to admit any one who" wished to enter in that manner from the passage. Thus he was enabled to visit the room of Marsh and Preston and of several other fellows, including Arlington. When Dick had fully explained his object and its "But don't you ever do anything like that again, pa rd!" ' he earnestly exclaimed. "I opine if you'd known how it would have broken up your friends you'd not done it this time." "Perhaps you're right about that," confessed Dick : "I thought it would be a pretty good joke; but I am not entirely satisfied with it now, regarding it in the light of a joke. Still, I accomplished my in finding out who set the trap." "I'd 'a' sworn ' it was Chet Arlington. But this Preston 'is one of his side pards. Say, Dick, there'll sure be a high old jamboree of rejoicing here at old Fardale now that you have returned alive and well." Brad was right; there was a "high old jamboree." THE END. The' Next Number (360) Wiii Contain Dick Merriwell's Registered . Package; OR, fRANK MERRIWELL'S DESPERATE STRUfifiLE. .-TRICKER, TRAPPED, TRIUMPHANT! Mining Syndicate forces fight . on Mefriwell Brothers-foul Play by the Notorious Claim Grabbers-Syndicate Determined to Steal Merriwell Mines. FARDALE SPECIAL,. February 5.-Dispalches have ' . just been received from Arizona stating that Frank Merriwell is engaged in a life and death struggle with the paid desperadoes of the American Mining Syndi cate. Full particulars in Tip Top, No. 360. result in . the confession of Preston, Buckhart almost Latest Information: Frank Merriwell reported cried for joy. killed!

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26 TIP TOP WEEKLY. NEW YORK, February 281 1903. TERMS TO TIP TOP WEEKLY MAIL (Pos;rAGE FRlm.) Single Coples or Back Numbers, !le. Each. 8 montbs ............ , . . 65c. I On e . y ear ...... ... , : .... . $2.50 4 monthg . . . . . • . . . • . . . . . . 8!1c. 2 copie s one y ear . ......... 4.00 4l . ••. , ........... $1.25 . l copy two y ears.. . •. . . . . . 4100 How To S ENb MONEY.-By post-omce or expres s money order, registered letter, bank chec k or draft, at our risk. At your own -risk If sen t . QY curteuoy,. co i n, or postage stamps In ordinary Jetter. oC your' Is a c knowledged by proper change of numbe r on your l a b ol. If not c orrect you h a v e not b ee n properly credited, •nd ilbould us know !It on c e. STREET&: SMITH ' S TIP TOP WEEKLY, :238 William St. , New York City. AS OTHERS SEE US. Something new. Something: you will want to read. It is a neat pamphlet containing a thousand reaso ns ' why T1P TOP LEADS. In it you will find some of the best l etters which hav e .:been published in this c o lumn. . Messrs. Street & Smith feel that they cannot set forth great value of Tip Top Weekly in any better wa y thall' by l ett in g the world r ead what the and keen readers of the king of week l ies have to say about this fa1nous American pub licat ion. Now ; " the que s tion is,'are any of your letters published in this Prize Opin ion Pamphiet? _ ()et one and look it over . . You ma.y 'fttd your own . riafoe signed to ohe of these .'tar Letters. Send a two cent stamp to Street & Sn1it h , 238 \i\7. illi am i 5treet, and we will forward yo u a pamphlet. APP. L . AUSE. .-" PRIZE l.ET'l'ER' NO . 77 , Having read. eJery fiv e-cegt w _ e e ldy. tha t has been ; : rnu J;s h•:d within the las t ' fiye years, I tind that t h e Tip T o p hi!S a wal kO\ er when it come s t o first-clas s lit erature. Burt L. S tati.'Ct.klies---Tip T o p . Hoping that whe n the final YOk :s taken r may be _one 1of the lucky o n es, I remain , _ • Passaic, N. J . . GEOHGF. Au.n. soN. We, too, hope that yo11 may be a prize winner ior you have w ritttn a11 um1su a lly good l e tt e r, a concise one, yet covering ev'!ry Jio'.nt :11 Tip Top's l a rge nt:mber oi ieading features. You arc 11 capable a n d im partial crilic.. l'R!ZF. ;.ETTER NO. iB. 'Ne do not ofte n rea!iz1i what an imr:1cnsc amount of g"od or bad one person can do i f h e trie s . \\;,. often o! p c nplr. \;ho direct ti: e ir er1c r g i e , toward beautifying th<'ir v:llagc o r toward giv in g cducati m;;t! ad va n t a g e s . B'i1rt L. Standish, with hi s Ti!> Top \.Yeckly, is influ e n cing the 'w'Jiol<' 1.Jnit t'd ;incl, G f hc-autifying a certain ; illa gc, he ls pt!rify:ng , bc;n: t iry:r1 g , an•• ennobling the 111inc1s o f thon$an of young peopic in thi.<; count ry. Grea t m e n tt'ach u s that the re is in this world n othing gre a t but m an; and in man, n othing grnat bu:' mind. The author of Tip Top i s , therefore, purifying. the v ery worid :n which WC l i v e . \Vho can tho o f Frank or Dkk M'erriweli, EPtting forth :i oblP. qualities and generous natures without imbibing Sl)!llC of th;n rnor;1l courage and gl'ne r o,; it'y . lt has b e en :h.;: .,.,.c i a tc '.n tlioug!1: with snch n o ble c h :iracle r s D ic k !lfrrriwei!, will w t :'ll)! be .. c o m e l i ke him? Snrc ly w e c;,nnot rt aci of one: act l\ ' ithout T(aii?.ing, in part, l1o w iow a n•i m ean w e o u r s cl vc ' are and havinj!: a d esire for b ette r. ! . wo11ld to Burt L. Proi . ,. Fourrnen, k ee p up the goori w ork and may the n!>ttlt in fu ture y'ears he a s tronger, and r1o li!t!r Americ a n )''>uth. ';ler y truly yonrs , . R1,L PH \Vt:1 . 1 .s. Mansfir.ld , Pa. • A fine 1 . <;tter; . which :rl!5 11s somcth,in g oi ;-01:, in you tell ll$ of Tip Top. It is m os t gratifyfog :0 h ear.that.theMerr!w.clls are exerting the goo d i nfln ence whidi we h o p e d fo r , a iv! the typical young i;uch as yoi.:, are :tnd ernn l<:.te characters.. . PRIZE L)>TrER NO , ;79 . . • l all o w .that Tip T o p i s the "rea.1 thin(, " and galloot who says it not can b e cc•nvin ce d by '1trailil'lg m e d own." I d idn't think nrnd1 of these Jiv e -cent w eeklies m1t i l I got my claws on Tip T op , bnt J fin all y r:ot through my olct wozzle that Tip 'Top was the real thing. "Yo u h ear me proclain\ !" Dick and Frank ;ite limit rot. good \).{'roes. I opine are -as a s coul d o e . I :tl! o w that C hester A . and Mig uel B. 011ght t o be strung t o t h e fir s t tree . like h o rse thie v es . . • . , Bi ll : and Snowfla k e Charle y are peache s. AF.. to t h e Doiis-Feleda qL1estion, 1 allow thar only the tenderfeet nave a nything w pi-Oc la .im. , 1 ('>pine it's a trifle .early t o ., be so ' definite. I opine 1 don't know j ust h o w t o recko.n Hal Dane!, but I ailow . .\• ill our ;ill Three \vhcyops fo r Tii Topi and all c onnecte d wnh ft'. . r ours , . A Buc KHAlt T ADMIRER. Greenvi ll e, O hi o. . -In true Bucldiart style you h aYe gi,e n m your opinio n on .Tip Top. Tt i s a good one, s o w e are grateful. NO. 80. I h a ve read th(! Tip Top fro m No. I up to date, and think it the he t book published for boys and girls , as well as ior the o ld folks . ! •rank M etriwell i s a mode l w orthy of any and evt>ry Americ a n you t h t o fo ll o w . and I think n one helter cot1ld be found. Bart Hodg. e is what a true friend s hou!'d -be, and those .

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TIP TOP WEEKLY. who abuse him so shamefully should be cl a s s ed as fools. He is the \ ype oi an American youth ' s best friend . and as s uch shonld be worthy of much praise . . The plots describ e d in this excellent weekly are shorr of being marvel o us. They are set for t h s o dearly and i11 such a lif e lik e man ne r as to rnakr one imagine he is participating in trying to frustrate them. The Tip T o p is doing wond e rs for the American , as w ell a s foreign. yonth through its physical culture department, and I h o pe will continue to do so always. It tell s u s what cl ea n, manly sport s hould be, and d enounce s unmanl y so clearly as to make the dullest comprehend what is right and what is wrong Tip T op is r ead the w orld 01•t>r, a s it rid1ly deserves to be . and. I s inc er("]y h o pe. will be forev e r . L ong may it liv e and pros p e r, a s it is the king of weeklies, and h as no rival w orth m<'ntioning Y ours truly, WM . JACKSON. M i lwaukee , \\'is. Another prize l etter. They pour in every day. All are good, hut which are th e best, I live 'way.11p here in the State, But I don ' r think I'll be too late To my wi s h e s . which are my best, To Burt L. Standish and the r es t . Oh y e s, tht>y may call me a Tip Top crank; But I ' m a true fri e nd to Dick, B a h ;ind Frank, And Hra d , and Bart, and H al. and Smart, And all the g:rls are m high r a nk. Prrt•y Doris is the g irl we all lik e . And the othr.r g irl s will hav e to h i ke To pet a heacl of Di c k ',; true fri end; But I'll bet s he 'll get there in the e nd. Chrstl'r Arlingt< m ou ght to he And Mig u l Bunal"s h ead was too hot T o in Fardale, whr.>re a tou g h \!\'ill get what's due him sure enough. 'Well. I suppose I've enough-But think for a m inute that it's a bluff, F o r althou g h r hey me a T i p T op crank, I am a true friend to Dick and Frank. Ynnrs truly, Walla W alla . Wis . Hur r a h for y ou. That think of Tip Top. I. CHESTER G . YOUNG. is the way to let us know what y ou Ha1 ing read ynur "Ki11g of Weeklies" for sevt'rat years. I writr to show my appreciation of it . There i s no doubt that Mr. Standis h is one of the best authors of the pre s e nt day and can rnn..;: w i th t he best ones. I think the charac ters are all very exc d l e nt. Frank a nd Dick are 0 K. and so are all th e rest of the "olu and new" flock. Brad Buckhart and Ted Sman are my fa vorites. I will now ciose, wit h thre e cheers for the Tip Top. Yonrs trnly, OSCAR F u RCHGOTT . Charle st o n. S. C. / Thank you ior your enthusiasm. Let us hear from you again. I see that in No. 349'5f the Tip Top Weekly there is a letter p11blished from "A True Jttne Admirer" named George Re; mond. Ht• " wants to announce himself a champion of June Arlington, " a .nd very kindly and condescendingly states that he nothing again s t Doris and Felecia, but th inks June is the girl for Dick. Well . h e has a right to his opinion . and I don't want to take it away from h i m, for Doris has scores of admirers, and do esn't need him; but I'm just going to let him k1ww a f e w of my opinions. First, I d o n't think June Arlin g ton the g irl for Dick. That honor belongs to s weet Queen Doris, as the "White Hot Doris Champi o n " has rightl y chri s t ened h er. Doris is like Elsie in some ways; she i s like Inza i n others . Like Elsie. she is pure, and and dainty, and e xqui s itely high bred, shrinking from and de s pi sing all that is m e an and bad, though this is true of Tnn, also-.Joving brauty and brightnes s, and of a snnny di s po • sition, faithful and true-hearted, never for&ettiug or passing over her friends, easily induced to forget and forgive an injury done h e r . Like Inza, she is impulsive (and her impul s es are always nobl e on es), in s tantly aroused to p a s s ion and burning re sentment by a m ean, sneaking, cowardly s p e ech or action ; and spirited, daring, always fearless---or, at lea s t, able to conceal her fear und e r th e mosf f e arsome circumstance s ; if there is danger, thinking of others h e fore hers elf. In fact, Doris may be called a combina tion of Elsi e and Inz a , just as D i ck has been s aid to be a mixture o f Frank and Bart. And I t hink th is i s true, in a measure , o f Dic k and D o ris. thoug h th e y e ach also possess unde finable individu a l traits which belong to no one else . In re gard to Doris , th e "White /Hot Doris Ch a mpi o n " makes an en t husiastic state m ent in h is letter ( N o . 342), which just fit s in here: " She is n obly gra nd , pnre and sw eet-a veritable queen. She far e xc!'l s eith e r Els ie o r Tnza, comb ining the noble s t, loveliest q u alitie s of th e two . " And I , and all of us , I think, s ay, with the c hamp io n of our lovely lady , " All h a il Queen Doris!" Phi l a delphia, Pa. NORMAN H. CLERMONT. \'a u :i.re a r e dhot champion, indeed , to our fair Queen Doris, and. w i th m any such as y o u. she can feel the protid po ss essor of a h os t of fri e nds, not only In name , but in deed as well. With such an army, she deserves the name ofqueen. A : t hongh a school te a cher, I read your Tip Top. t think they ae h t s r for b o ys and girls Jubl i s hed in America, anJ I t h i nk e"c:y L o y and g i rl s h ou ld r e a th e m . Frank Mcrri well is ' ' g o o d , bra• : e , tru" , h onrst a nd wond c rfol fellow . Inza sweet e s t, braves t, pre tti est and , truest of girls. The best I i fc p1.rtm : r fo r Frank. E!si e is a very brave, true and pretty gid. S he is the 7irl for Bart Ilo d g e . Bart, Bruce , Harry1 Jack an d O:i:k ;ire .vo nd,.r!n l bnt F rank u the ( • f all. Frank'> brot her D ic k is n wondcrfo! f e l!ow for his What w ili Dick b e h e g r;;.du at es from Yale-dc:u old Y . 1lc. I wo 1ld l i k e t o see OiC'k go through Yale College when he g e ts t h roug h I th ink Di c k will be a se cond Frank 11<'rri wc!l. What e coun t ry wo u ld the St:ites be if every b e y w ou ld tr y to be a Frank He is a grand char-2<':cr. V.'dl. I m ils ! fo r r h!s t ime, a long , hnk : •krr'.wc!! , his fnend; and their swc.cthe:i: t s . tc Dick a:id his fri ends and their !wecthe 1 !ts. to B11rt L. arid :ong cont i n u ed prosperity to & Smith. .t..n admirer, V.lILLIA.14 H . LAUTZENHElSEL L on i s ' illr . Oh!o. Wrll if :\11 yo ur.!?' b e ys follow!'d th e Mrrlwell bop' ex :imrlt> wo11ld hcaEt a i1m• r. stronger set of men. They are w t11 worth stri ving to c:m:lnt1 . . As I am a constant reader of Tip Top Weekly, I have sat d o wn to writ e a few lines of applause. Dick Merriwell is what I c all an " id e al American youth . " In Tip Top No. 348, Bill Bradl e y couldn ' t see the point of a joke, and that is true, for I m e t only one Engli shma n who co u ld accomplish that. I hope Di c k will not become infa t uated with. June Arlington, because Dori • h o lds a ri g htful cla i m o n h i m . I would like to go to a sc.hool that is as honorable as Farda le . My mother objected to mv r eading th e m till she read o ne h e rself. I would like to s h ak<" the hand of Bnrt L. Standi s h and Street & Smith. Hurr a h for rnp erior of all weeklies, Tip Top I HAJtoLD GRANT. N . Y . Cit y . Glad t o know that you are such an admirer of Dick 'Merriwell. He well deserves it. I wi s h to give a word of praise to your excellent paper. T.ip Top. It certainly is fine. The last number, 348, is the best one of all . Ted Smart is my favorite. Dick, Brad, Frank, Bart, Bob Singleton, Darrel, Nunn, Bradley, and Tubbs are all to the good , I know . You hear me gentlf gurgle. I don't like ghost s tories--oh, no , not at all ; and I don't want to see any more in Tip Top. That' s I thought No. 348 was poor I I don't think! Bra d ' s and Smart' s language is very amusing. They certainly are t he real thing. Wishing good luck to all Dick' s and Frank's friends, I remain, Y ours truly. T. P. S. Phila delphia, Pa. 'Th ank you. We hope that Tip Top will always continue to please you.

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\ BasKet .. Ball Score s for the Weeli Hill ton Athlete s, 72; Wellin g tons (Prescott), 5. Hillton Athlet es-R. G. Crocker, forw ard; R. F. (capt.), forward; S . M . Keane , center; R. L. Shield, guard; J. v\T. Hobart, guard. Wellingtons'-1\lacPherson, for\v ard; A. MacDerment, forward; J . Bon, cent er; D. Ste wart, g uard; W. W. Mulligan (capt.), gu a rd. Hillton Athle te s, 65; W. W. Univ e r s ity ( Ogden sburg), o. Hill ton Athletes-C. W. Gray, fMwa rd: R. F. Hope (capt.), forward; T. H. No s bitt, cent er; J. F. Whitman, guard; S . A . Earle, g\1a rel. W. W. University-Paddock, forward; G. Hamilton, forward; M. St. J ohn, center; T. B n llar-d, guard; H . Gla vin, guard. H i lltou Athle tes, 17; L os t Villag e A. C. (Los t Vi\lage), o . Hillton Athletes-W. W. Hill, forward; R. G. Croc k er, forward; T. H. Nesbitt, center; R. L. Shield , g1,1ard; S . A . Earle. gua rd. L ost Village A . J . Chich es ter, forward; L. Blomgren , forw<1rd; E. Anast<\s to, cent e r ; B. Rub a rt, guard; C. M o lann, guard. Hillton Athl e te s, 12; Riparlu s A. C. (Og d ensburg), 3. Hillton A th letes-W. W. Hill , forward; R,. G. Cro ck e r, for ward; S. M. K eane , c enter; R. L. Shi e ld, gljard; R. M. T ay l or, gu a rd. R iparlus A . C.-A. Kuntz m a nn, forward; J. Kuntzma nn, for ward; F. S c b ackermann, c enter; H . F le c k en s tein, guard; H. Ku11tzm<1nn, guard. H i !lt o n Athl e te s, 5; Hillto n Athletes, 2d'. 3. H ' illton Athlet e s-Carl W. Gray , forward; R. F ; Hope (1:apt.), forward; J. }-I. N es bitt, c e n ter; ]. F. Whit man , gu ard; S , A . Earle, guard. llillton Athlete s , 2d-R. G. C ro cker, forward; R. \f. Taylor, forward; R. L. Shl elci, c enter; W . W . Hill, g1,1ard; ]. W. H o b a r t, guard. ' Stat ion A, II; S ta ti o n C, 5. Stati o n A-St ackhou se, forward; T arlto11, forward; Bro ok s, c:enter; Y o un g , guard: Bow e n, g uarcf . Station for ward; M o rri ssey , farwa1d; C o oper , cen ter; Yeaton , guard; C o nh e!'s, gua1 r. Millville A . A., 22; Elme r , 7. Millville A . Smith, H. B o rnhoff , E. Bacon, ]. C h ard, R. Gifford . Elmer-D. Edwards, E. Koechig , Strang, G. Edw ards, H. War-1 Brt111swick xoz; To•wn Team, a Brunswick A. C.--Bucklin. Phillip, Scott, Kennec;!y . Clark. Town Team-Smith, Donohue, l\litchell , D e mp sey, O ' Brien , Hartman, McKenna . Bruns wick A. C., 33; Spring Streets, o. Brunswick A. C.-Regula• team . Spring StreetsSullivan, Jac kson , Larned, Williams, Day. Bruns\Y ick A. C ., 4; Shamrocks, o. Brunswic k A. "C.-Re gllla!' team. ' Shamrocks-Horan, Heide, Kean e , Ev.>ald, vVyant. Brunswick A. C., 2; Topsham H. S., o . Brunswick A. team. . T o p s h a m H. S.-Coimer, Brown, Workman, Aki11s, Tompkins. Bruns wi c k A. C., 21; .Bruns wick G. S., o. Bruns wick A. C.-Regular team. Fanver, Bnms\\ ' ick G. S.-Kerr, Haskins , Shipps , ;..,rcGlashan ! Hutchinson. Fardale, Jr., 10; A s hby, o. Fardale , Jr.-St reib, 1 b; Dorr, r b; Pearson, c; :.\fonson, I f; B o nn e r , r f . A s hby-Ada ms, r b; Van , I b; William s, c; Cripps, r f; Rowell, I. f . Farda le, Jr., 3; Ente rpri s e A . C., o. Fardale, J r.R e gulars. Ente rp r i s e A . C.-A. i\'.liller, r b; Mayo , 1 b; Catti n , c; Moon, r f; F . Miller, 1 f. Sn o wden A. C., I5 ; B a rn es & Erb B. B., o. Sno wd e n A . C.-Hug hes, Pym: . Bl ackbrun. :Mink. Carlin.' Barnes & Erb B . B.-Tr;,lllt , Gni en e , Wilson, 'v\'ebcr , .\1uir. Sn ow d e n A . C., 24; B elmont High School, o. Sn o w de n A . C.-Regulars . Bclrno nt Hig h Sc hoo l -C. Smith, Tilton, H . Smith, T a yl o r, Jameso n . Snowd6 n A. C., 49; Col o11ial B. B., o. Sno wden A . C.-Re gul a rs. C o l o ni a l B. B . B r oo ks, Fras er, Lang, C o lli e r , Sutters . Lucky Five , 4; Crackaj ac\>s, o. Lucky Murp hy (ca pt. ) , r f; B. Burke, 1 f ; W. O'Con n o r . c; W . O ' Brien, r b ; M . Kcn e fich, J b. Cra ckajacksCal (capt.), r ; Harol d Green, 1 f; !orris V\'aldruf, c; Jack O ' C o nnor, r b; Ed,brd :Macd o qald , I b . A brief acc ount o f our at Paris st. Gym; T11e game wa s called at 3 p. rn: h a rp. Pro f . M c Ginn es s wa s the referee. He thre w the b all up. O'Con n o r o f our s ide Mt it to i\lurphy, who fumbled, and the o t h e r s i de getting the ball, after a brief struggl e w e g o t t h e ball. After s o m e c lever p a s s ing t he ball got to o srien, wh o threw a g oal. Tw o minutes were left to play, but ne ither s ide succeed e d in s:itting a goal. Thus ended the fir s t half . Again the ball wa thrown up . v\'aldruf of the enemy suc ce e ded in hitting the ball to Grc!'!n, who s ucceeded in passing O'Connor. \Vhile h e wa s frying to throw it into the bilSket Ken e fic k knocked it out of his ha11d got it and threw it the le ngth of th e floor. Murphy caught it , and after attempts he threw the ball into. t he1 Score, 4 to o , in Jas.or of the th e Lucky Fn-e. S1gn eil, .\TANAGER MAURIO! MURPHY. E as t B os t o n , Ma ss. . Kindly cun s ider u s a pplicants , and al s o publish this in t h e next week's Tip Top Weekly. Nason Street Stars, 38; Medway High School Juniors, o . N ason Street Stars-C. Dean , r f; K. C l eveland, 1 f; R. T r acy, . c; G. Prue, r g; W. Couvhline, 1 g. ;\1edwa:y High School Juni o rs-Clar k, 1 i ; Wise,. r g; l\lfaso n , c; 5anro rd, 1 f; McMurry, r f, ( \

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I TIP TOP WEE KLY. A . H. S., 20; Reserves, Ir. A. H. S.-H. l3e nnethum ; forward; Wall1111er, forward ; Lande field c e nte r ; Gra n ger, guard; Denee, guard. Re se rve s---Stewart, forward; Benncthum , forward; B etts , cen t er; Reed, guard; Vaughn , guard. ' A. H. S. , 21; Gordon H. S. , 4-A . H. t earfl• Gord o n H . S.-Co n s tantii1e, lVfifos , Moye r , Harper, Myers. Str e nu o us F i ve, r4; Garden Glorie s , o. Str e nuous Five Charley M ootei right forward; Ray Harden , l e ft forwa r d ; Dick B e m :rn, center; Robt. Mailey, ri ght back; J o hn M aso n, l e ft b ack. Man ager-Ra y Harde n . Garde n Winters1 right for w ard; Will i a m Winters, l e ft forw ard; Willi s E m e ry , c e n_tet; 1 ' ommy Andrews, righ t I b ac k i Ch as. Bec kw i th , left b a ck. Manager-Claude Frank. Ice HocH.ey scores for the Week Ddend e r , 8 ; J effe r so n s-, o . Defend e r s-R. Allan, F . Duck , J . Campb ell, D. S o l m es, 13. C o urnahafl , H . P a d d ock G. Canh a m . . J effe rsons-C a ldwell , Riddle, Bree!1e , R o d ge r s , M cClane, Hall, H . Burns. D efe nd e r I. H . T., 22; Scrubs I. H. T., o. D efe nd e rs-R eg u l a t t eah1, . . S c rub s I. H , T.-C a r y, Di xo n, W i lkie, C allagh e r , Cutliff , S o lan , P e tt e n gi ll. J eff e r so n s , 16; D ef end e r s, o . t e am . . D efe nd e rs-Allai;i, Dl1ck , Campb e ll, S o \mes, forwa r ds ; Coutfla han , c o v e r p oint ; Paddock, poi n t ; Cahha m , g o al. B lu e Be ll s: 14; Red D e m o ns, 2 . Blue Bells-S c hu e rer, Ruge r, Des ti ce , B . Stockman, Borri s ey, A . S t ockm a n , N o l a n. R e d Demon s-Neil, N <\s h , Phimp, N e l so n, F rank, A . Minor, S. Mino r. Bl u e B e ll s , 6 ; Canal s , 5 :' Blue Bells-Regu l a rs . C a nal s-Wells , B o ld, Sc h effer , L ogan , Fenn , Sado n , Welle r . Bruns wick A . C., 8 ; Brunsw ick G . S., o . Bruns wi c k A . C.K aylo r , 1 c : S fee le , 1 w ; Hamlet, r w; l\>It Gorm ac k. r c; Ma g lnns, c p i Sh oo p . p ; Dav is, g . Btnns wick G. S . J o n es, I 9; Kit. t ie, I w ; O 'B rien , r w; S c hultz , r . c ; Hute r, c p; Pat er, p ; Klimp ef, g. Bruns wick A . C., 20; Bruns wick S e c o nd, o. Brunsw i c k A. C.-Regula r . . B ru n swic k Se cond-Krull l e ; Woo dbrid ge, 1 w ; T . Shideler, r w ; Runge, r c; 0 l in, " p ; P e ck, p ; B onham, g. Brun sw ick A . C., $; Berl i n, o . Brun s wick A. C.-R eg ul ar. __ Berlin-:--Cl a r k , l c; C ollbra11, I w; J o ne s , t w; Reed, r c ; Weber, t p ; Atkm s o n, p ; H o over, g . Bruns wick A . C., 3; Topsham H . S . , o . Brunswic k A . C.-Re gul a r . , T o p s llo nn ell, p oint; R o ge rs, c;. pl'>ittt; Smit h , Campb ell, Stuart, Grfty, f o r wards . Central, 7; L akewood, 6. cent r al-Regu lar s . L a k ewoo d J a m es , H a rdy, Sherman, Willis, Barret, Suhr, P it ca r in. Centra l A. G,, O j S e ni o r Club , o . C entral Regl1l a rs. S e n i o r Club-Gra y , T agga r t , R o g e rs, Srrtit h , O ' Donnell , Campb e ll, Stuart. C entra l A. C., 2; Seni o r s , o. C e n t ral R egula rs. S e ni o rs -Gra y , T a ggart, Smi t h , O ' D o n n ell, Can1pb ell, Stuar t , R o g e rs. C e n t rai , r6; Al ta Vi sta , o . Ce n t r a 1 -R e gula rs. Alt a V ista-Ruhl e , p o int ; Bi c k s bee, Tayl o r , Roge rs, Ston e , for w ards . Ce n t r al . 24; A l t a Vi s t a , Junio rs, I. Cen t r a l R egul a rs. A H a Vi s lft J uhi o r s-A. Willi a ms, g oa l ; C. Willi a m s , p oint; Ruhle, c. p o i l1t; Bkks b ee , Tay l o r, R ogers , Sto ne, for\v a rd s . Centra l , 8; Cres c ents, o. C entra l Regula rs. . Crescei1ts --Full e r , goal; Dav i s , c . p oint; Wright, p o int ; Strong, W ess l ey, H a yde, O 'Grad y , forwa r ds. N . P. A. C.i 1 4 ; G . L. A . C., r. N . P . A . C.-Owe n s . Ge o r ge , A r mst r o 1 1 g, M i lle r ( c apt. an d m g r . ) . Brose . Emmo ns, Hu1nble. G . L. A. C.-Ga tes, H o lbr oo k , Brown, J a m e s , Adams, Ove r . ton, \Ve11t worth. R C., S ; N . P . A. C.-Ow ens, G eo rge , A r m strong, Bros e , Miller (capt. a nd mgr.), Emmo ns, Humble. P. A . H . _ S.-J o nes, Jennings, Smit h, Wilso n, W oo l sto n, Cum min gs, B e al. Virginia, 4 ; S t. Paul , I. Virg ini a-Woo d , g oal: R o ut h , p oint ; Richard s , co v e r p o i n t ; R o bin so n , c e n ter; B ass, left win g ; P ea b o d y , right wing; Pafte r (capt.), rove r . St. Paul-A. N e w e l l , g o a l ; O e hme, p o int ; Ne wso n (capt . ) , c over p o int ; S . L aw r e n ce, ce nt e r ; C. N e w e ll, left w ing-; H a ll , ri ght wing; H. Lawre n ce, r ove r .

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Prof. Fourmen : It will be a great favor if you w ill answer the following ques t i ons: 1. Wha t w ill stre ngth e n the muscl e s of the arm and. leg ? 2 . I am short winded. Wha t . will cure it? 3. What will cure a pain in the side c aused b y running? 4 . M y friend hurt his artn pifrhing this summer. When he pitches n o w a pain comes in his elbow joint, making it impossible for him to throw. What will cure it? 5. I will be J5 years old in February, am 5 feet S inches tall, and weigh J20 pounds. How are my m9asurements? 6 . How heavy dumbbells should I use. How heavy clubs? Yours truly, H. C. D . 1. For the leg, run, ride a bi c ycle and try standing on the toes. Fqr the arms. use dumbbells, chest weights and punching bag. 2. Try breathing cxeq: i s es ana running. 3. Do not run too long at a time, begin gradually, then in-crease your speed , but stop short of the paio 4-Rub the arm with witch hazel. 5 . Fair. 6. One pound. Prol Founnen: I would like to know: 1 . How to sn<"nd in the gymnasium every day for a beginning of gymnasium work? 2 . I have very poor ' wind . Is there any way in whi c h to imrrove it? 3 . Are these measurements good for a boy of J2: Hei"ht, 4 feet gy, i nches ; weight, 75 pounds; ch e st, normal, 25Y, inches ; ' nflated, 2SY, inches? l remain greatly indebtecl t r you . B . c. DE SOLA. I. About an hour with easy work. 2 . Yes , try runhing and breathing exercises. 3. Your me;i.surement s are fair. Prof. Fourmen: Will you kindly gi v e me y our ad v ice on how heavy an Indian club a bo y of J6 years s h o uld be g in with? H o w l ong should one use chest weights . and which i s the best time to u s e them, m orning or night? Thanking you for your kindness, and awaiting an early reply, I remain , y ours rem0r tfolly. J osEPH P . CUNNINGHAM. Indian clubs s houfd wei g h one po n nd . i < t h e h P
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TIP TOP WEEKLY. 31 broad ] ump, 9 fret; rllnniug broad j 1,m1p, J6 feet 9 inches; standi\igh .lUlllp, .i fret i inches; running high jump, 5 feet 4 JOO yard wash in IO 3-5 seconds. How are my records? 3. How should tht' upper arm and sho\llder muscles be, smooth or knol:ted? Yours truly, N. P. S. 1. Yopr arc good. 2. Very good. 3. Smooth. Prof. Fourmcn: Being an ardent reader of Tip Top, J take the liucny to ask you a few questions because I am weak. I am IZ years old, 5 foet 5 inches tall and weigh IIO pounds. What cxerci;e should 1 use to improve 111y strength. Hoping to hear from you soon. Yours respectfully, TIMOTHY JOHNSON. Go into training at once and keep at it. Follow my "General Advice lO Young Athletes," to be fourtd in Tip Top No. 265. Prof. Fourmen: T would like to ask you a few questions as to my measurements. J want to know ii they are about right. l\1y age is 1 7 years; height. 5 feet 6 inches; weight, 133Y, pounds; dv.st, norm.ill., 34 inches: expanded. 36;/, inches; biceps, J3 inches; forearms. JO!, , inches: waist, 29 inches; wrists. 8 inches; t liighs, 19.Vi inches: c
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• J . ' , . •. l IP., WINTER SPORTS CONTEST .. . t• 111EIPSl!lm111 .... ......... .__.,.,. BASKET BALL • ICE HOCKEY Can You Put Up a Winning Team This Year? 6ET YOUR SCORE CARDS TIP TOP will furnish all Bas ket Ball Teams pJaying in the Tournament with 10 Score Cards. will help you keep your team's record, fill out Score Cards and send to .(th l etic Department, Tip Top Weekly. SEND FOR THE BASKET BALL SCORE CARDS • --. ---. ---. -TIP TOP ICE .HOCKEY Chi!rnpions of 1903 Do you see ttlse dotted lines on the pennants? Is the name of tCflm to fill one of those. honored places this year? < I I IT ' s up TO YO u? Remember our old batt!e cry: BREKA CO-AX, CO-AX, YALE! THAT'S THE SPIRIT ,THAT WINS? REMEMBER THAT TIP TOP AWARDS IN ADDITION TO PENNANTS TO THE CHAMPIONSHIP BASKET BALL TEAM 1 BasKet Ball 5 Pairs Running Trunlt.s 5 Pairs Running Shoes 5 Artnless Jerseys 5 Pairs StocKings TO TIIE CHAMPIONSHIP ICE HOCKEY TEAM 7 Pairs of Ice Hockey SB.ates 7 Pairs of Ice Hockey Shoes 7 Sweater• 7 Ice Hockey Cap s 7 Ice Hocliey Sti clts DON'T MISS A WINNI NC THROW. DON'T LET THE ICE SLIP FROM UNDER YOU • . HERE ARE 'rI-'lE DIRECTION'$ F'OR • . FIRS'l'-Cnt out a n d fill i n one of t h e followin g coupons according a s your team i s an M jfa4-et T'all Team. SECOND-Write out on pa per a list o f p l a yers o f your t eam and those of Y our opponent's. Wrirti o n o n e "id e of p aper only. 'rHIR D-Pin t h e coupon to vour repo r .t . FOURTH-Giv e a clear, c o n cise account of the g a m e , and send to S • REET & S:\lll'H , 238 WilliR m Street, New York C ity. TIP TOP WEEKLY will publis h all the scores. T herefore keep your t eam constantly before the athietic 'vorl d by se'}ding jn 4 U YOU R SCORES. BASKET BALL COUPON Name of Team . . . • ., •••••• -. ...................... . Town .......................................... . State ...................................... .... . Winner ...•.•.••..........•.......... . ....•.•.... Flnai'Score ...... . ... ... ........................ . . Date ......... . ................. ................... . . Manager ............ ......... . . . ........ . ICE HOCK.ET COYPON Name of Te4m .................. ... ............. . Town ........ ..•. . , • ......•..•••• :............... l State .................................. : ......... . Wlnnor . .......•...•.•••......•.••....••• •...••. J Final Se-0re .....•... .•.. . . • . •...•.............•.. Date ..........•............•••.••..••••...•• • ••.. Manager .... ......... . .... ......... ........ . ..... . I \

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' l I TIP TOP PRIZf
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Come a=Flying ! ... i Come a=Sliding ! Come Along! Get your Basketball team into Tip Top's Second Annual Basketball Contest. TO THE AMATEUR CHAMPIONSHIP BASKETBALL TEAM OF AMERICAt TIP TOP WILL AW ARD A COMPLETE BASKETBALL OUTFIT, CONSISTING OF JI. JI. JI. JI. JI. JI. One Basketb;tll. Five Pairs of Running Trunks. Five Pairs of Armless Jerseys. Five Pairs of Basketball Shoes. . Five Pairs of Stockings. IN ADDITION TO A TIP TOP CHAMPI\.NSHIP PENNANT JI. JI. JI. JI. JI. JI. Get Your Ice Hockey Team into Tip • Top's Second Annual Ice Hockey Contest . • TO THE AM.A TEUR CHAMPIONSHIP ICE HOCKEY TEAM OF TIP TOP WILL AW ARD A COMPLETE OUTFITt CONSISTING OF _.,. Seven Pairs of Ice Hockey SkatesJ Seven Pairs of Ice Hockey Shoes. Seven Sweaters. Seven Ice Hockey Caps. IN ADDITION TO A T TOP CHAMPIONSHIP . PENNANT JI. JI. JI. JI. JI. JI. JI. DON'T FAIL TO ENTER YOUR TEAM AND STAY TO THE FINISH


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