LARGEST WEEKLY CIRCULATION IN AMERICA Issued Weekly. By subscription $2.50 per year. Entered as Second-class Matter at the N. Y. Post Office, by STREET & SMITH, eventh Ave., N. ¥. No. 546_ NEW YORK, SEPTEMBER 29, 1906. Price, Five Cents 4) at f ; eae le NS «What a fool I am—what a fool,” Chester muttered. “You bampoozled me completely. Wh hang it, you’re Dick Merriwell!”’ Issued Weekly. By subscription $2.50 per year. No. 546. Entered as Second-class Matter at the N. VY. Post Office, by STREET & SMITH, 79-89 Seventh Avenue, FS N.Y. Entered according to Act of Congress in the year 1906, in the Office of the Librarian of Congress, Washington, D.C. NEW YORK, September 29, 1906. Price Five Conta g DICK NERRIWELL’S INFLUENCE: OR, ; _ On the Right CHAPTER L THE TEMPTER. os Chester Arl ington and his sister came down from : Whe Blue Hills to Wellsburg in Arlington’s automobile, and stopped at the Franklin Square Hotel. “You wait here. sis,” said Chet, having escorted _ June to the parlor. “I'll be back as soon as I get that check cashed at the bank.” “Don’t be gone any longer than you can help, Ches- ter,” repeated the girl. “You know I must do that shopping as quickly as possible in‘order for us to reach Pineville before dark. Be careful of the money. A hundred dollars is quite a sum——” He laughed heartily. “A hundred dollars, sis? Why, that’s nothing.” | - “It may have seemed nothing to father at one time, but you know it’s different now. I was surprised when he made out that check. You know I'd been ta iking o him about Madge Morgan and how she wished to attend school with me this fall. Her one trouble By BURT L. STANDISH. Road at Last. seemed to be that she had no clothes. It was father’s suggestion that I should come down and buy the things she needed. There’s a good dressmaker iff Pineville now, and father has ee that she shall do the work for Madge.” “Oh, the gov’nor’s all right,” aa Chet. “All the same, he did surprise me a bit when he handed over that check for me to get the money here. Had an idea before that, that his confidence in me was mighty small.” : “EHe’s been watching you, Chester, and I’m sure he’s satisfied you’re feally trying to do right at last.” “Well, it gives me a good feeling to know the old boy has a little faith in me. I'll be back in time for de sis. After that I’ll go wits you to do the hon ce wondered a Bit a his own feeling of satisfac- : tion as he strode along the main street of Wellsburg. “It’s pretty good to be on the level, after all,” he thought. -“I can look’ every man square in the eye Pas 2 dads ckake without flinching. J suppose there are lots of people who think this new turn of mine is a spasm, and that I'll be backsliding pretty soon; but I'll show ’em—I'll show ’em.” A young fellow smoking a black cigar stepped past a corner and nearly collided with Arlington. This chap had his hat-brim turned down and pulled low over his eyes. He stopped short, growling: “Who yer tryin’ to run inter, anyhow? Wat's the matter wid yer? Why don’t yer look——- Hello! so help me, it’s Arlington! Well, old pal, how are you!” “How do you do, Kane,” said Chester, recognizing Bill Kane. 3i1l thrust out his hand. “Give us your fin, old sport,’ he grinned. “This is a surprise. -S’posed you was up in the hills. W/’at yer doin’ down here?”’ | “Came down on a little business.” “How's things goin’ up there?” “All right 3 “AT Rati Do you mean to say that Merriwell crowd is gittin’ it in the neck?” “Hardly. - Pineville heads the league, and Happy Camp is-close second.” “Well, then, things ain’t goin’ all right by a blamed sight!” growled Kane. “I had to dig outer the hills in a hurry arter they gut onter our little job when you give me the Pineville team-work signals.” “You mean you had to dig out after you were fool- ish enough to make a proposition to give those signals to Sparkfair. You should have known better than that, Bill. Sparkfair is on the level.” » “He's a dub, that’s w’at he is!’ snapped Kane. “Sometime I’m gon, up ag’inst him and I’m goin’ to trim him beautiful.”’ “Ii you go up against him by Sate lonesome, Bill, he'll give you all pe ‘re looking for, mark my word on that.” _ “Qh, I dunno. I s’pose I'd gut it plentiful if you hadn't cut me loose that time they had me trussed up - ina Happy Camp tent. You showed yerself all ee _ that day, Chet, old pal. I ain't fergut it. I'll fix it a right, too. I'll put you inter position to line your » _ pocket with the long green, my boy.” | “Much obliged,” said Chet. “I’m in a hurry, Bill. Got to peg along.” _ “Where you goin’?” ” “To the bank.” © _ “What ene es } - "To cash a check. WE ows i eh . “Whew!” whistled Kane. “Vou must be on Easy WEEKLY. Street when you're lugging round checks. Thought you might be flyin’ mighty low sence the old man’s gut his grippers on yer. What have you. been inter, a little game of chip?” “No. I haven’t played any since leaving the Springs.” “Well, how’d yer make a strike? Where'd the Siac come from ?” “It’s my father’s check. He sent me down here, along with my sister, to do some shopping” “Whew!” whistled Kane once more. “The old duffer must be gittin’ easy ag’in.” “I may be to blame for it, Kane,” said Arlington, “but just the same I wish you’d refrain from calling my. father an old duffer.” “Thunder and Mars! I’ve heard you call him things worse than that.” . “Without doubt you have. I simply betrayed the real fool I was. My father is all right.” “Now, go easy, old pal—for the love of graft, go easy! Nevet knew you to talk in that Hannes before. You've cussed the old guy up hill and down,” _ “For which I’m sincerely a No ue ever had a better father than mine.’ “T’m feeling jest a little faint,” muttered Bill. “I guess I'll have to take a drink if you keep on spoutin’ | this way. What class have you joined?” “What class?” “Yep. What Sunday-school class? Why, bei an you look like a preacher, and you talk like one. Goin’ to study for the ministry?” 3 Arlington was extremely irritated by the fellow’s ‘insolent words and manner. | : “Never mind what I’m going to do,” he retorted | warmly. “Whatever I do, it’s none of yo business.” Kane'caught his breath. . “Is this my old side-partner?” te iiuittered. “Is. this Chet Arlington, or.am I havin’ a, dope-dream? — Chet, yer ought to go.see a doctor. Yer better take some medicine fer that trouble. It’s effectin’ yer 2 head.” Pikes My Once more Arlington tried to pass on. e “Oh, say,” protested Kane, ee shake an old friend this way. I'll jog wid yer.” . Chester shrugged his shaders but made no ee | tion, although Kane strode along at his side and ach lowed him into the bank. Young Arlington was known by Casin, the cashier, and there was no hesitation about cashing the check. As the crisp bills were pushed out beneath the gilded ba gta. Bill Kane oc them. ee TIP fOr “Real money looks good to me,” he said, “and I know where there’s lots more of it. Ive gut three _ marks down at Priley’s, but I’m busted, and I don’t } = know how I’m goin’ to skin ’em. It’s up to ts, si hester.” They were leaving the bank, Arlington having folded the money and slipped it into his pocket. “Oh, no, Bill,” was the reply, “it’s not up to us. You can’t count on me. I’ve quit.” “That’s another solar-plexus jab,’”’ breathed Kane. “You've quit what?’ “Playing poker.” . “Now, wait a minute—wait a minute while I laugh! | You always was something of a joker, Chet, old man.” (a “This is no joke.’ | “Aw, w’at’s the use givin’ me that sort of a play! oy : If you can make yer old man believe you’ve quit all | them bad habits, as some folks calls ’em, that’s all right. If you can make yer sister, believe it, that’s fine. | ~~ But don’t throw the hook inter me. I know you too well, Ido. Quit? Why, Chet, you'll quit when you stop breathin’. Now, see here, pal, I’m givin’ it to _ yer straight when I say I’ve gut three marks down at | Priley’ s. Stake me, and we'll go down there and skin - ’em to the bone in a couple of hours. You know the old game. We've played it together many’s the time. It'll be jest like findin’ money. It’ll. be like takin’ candy from the baby.” ce “Tt’s no use, I tell you, Bill, As far as I’m con- _ cerned, it’s all off with me. My sister is waiting for me at the Franklin Square. I told her I’d be back before lunch.” “Well, that’s all right. You can go back before t ‘Junch, and I'll meet yer later. Priley’s is right on the way. I want yer to git a look at these easy things. They think Pm ey and they rejoice in blow- in’ me.” Chester fealizal that eps would not convince Kane of his sincerity. Once he was tempted to stop and threaten Bill unless the fellow quit him. While Arlington was meditating on the course he vould pursue, Kane rattled on: : ‘ou look kinder pale and thin-blooded. You need something to revive you. I'll let you buy the drinks : t xien' more Kane roared with laughter. _ . “When I see yer drinkin’ lemonade, Tl believe yer,” e phneled 5 ge WEEKLY. 3 We'll jest drift into Priley’s and have a little ices to shake Chet’s hand. As they approached Priley’s Hotel Bill took Arling- ton’s arm and urged him to come in. “Jest one drink for old times,” he entreated. “You don’t have to pay, Chet, my boy. I can hang John up. He knows I’m good. Let me blow yer once more if you're goin’ to join the church so sudden.” 5 _ “T shall take nothing but a soft drink.” 3 “That’s up to you, old pal.” “T’'ll get rid of him this way,” thought Chester. Which was a bad mistake on his part. CHAPTER II. THE VOICE OF CONSCIENCE. Two young fellows were plafing pool in the billiard- room, while another sat near, watching the game. The smoker was a pale-faced, flat-chested, effeminate chap. One of the players had a thick neck and a bull- dog jaw, while the other seemed to be a boy of some — refinement and decency, who had fallen in with ill- chosen companions. “Hello, Bill, old fellah,’ drawled the smoker. “Come watch Chick and the Kid go it to a finish. ~ They're playing this game for the suds. The iA thinks he can scalp Chick.” “I'll show him he doesn’t know a t’ing about der game,” said the thick-necked fellow. “Jest because I let him have a couple of goes at it last night, he’s gut an idea he’s der best ever. Dat’ll cost him real money.” “Wait and see,” said the fellow called Chick, as he dropped a ball into* the side-pocket. ‘You may be pretty good with your dukes, but you’re a bum pool- player. Who's your friend, Kane?” “Come on, Chet,” said Bill, in a low tone, “I wanter give yer a knockdown to the bunch.” : Arlington was introduced to the trio, beginning with = the Kid. ; , “This is my friend, Kid Killan,” said Kane. “He’s the boy that put Muggsy Skaggs asleep on the mat at the Chowder Club last week. Kid, shake hands with an old pal of mine, Chester Arlington.” “Put her there for ninety days, Arlington,” said Killan, as he clasped Chester’s hand. “Seems to 1 me , I’ve heard Bill speak about yer.” “This chap,” said Kane, jerking his thiimb toward the other player, “is Chick Worthing. His old man ; is Hen Worthing, who runs the iron foundaries. Wor- » thing, Arlington.” “How do you do, Arlington,” nodded Chick, pausing “Just take a chair and watch © 4 tIP. TOP me. put the Kid down and out. It'll be as good as a burlesque show.” “Dat playin’ of yours is better dan a circus!” sneered Killan. Kane drew Arlington over to the line of chairs where the third fellow was sitting. “Cross palms with Lucy Clark, Arlington,” he said. “He’s a real gentle little chap, guaranteed not to kick, balk, or crib. Hasn’t he the loveliest hair! Too bad he drinks. It would break his mother’s heart if she knew.” “Bill gets gay, don’t you know—he gets gay some- times,’ said Clark, offering Chester a hand without rising. ‘Don’t mind him. My name is not Lucy; it’s Lucius.”’ % Now, Arlington himself was something of a pool- player, and the mere sight of a table aroused in him a longing to get into, a game; yet as he sat down at Clark’s side he was not a little startled, for in his ear he seemed to hear a voice saying: “Keep away from bad company, old man. Cut them out. Avoid temptation. It’s the only way you can reform.” sae 5 So clistinct were ‘these words that Chet turned and _ looked round for the speaker. Then he realized he had _heard this from the lips of Dick Merriwell as they were face to face on the edge of Mad Lake, It was now his conscierice echoing Merriwell’s voice. 2 For a moment he was inclined to get up and leave the room and the hotel. “No,” he decided, “I'll stay here. I'll prove to my- self that T have some will-power.”’ Wi orthing missed a shot and uttered an exclamation ot disgust. Killan laughed cieaciahie . -io“Oh, I knew yer’d do it ” he said. pick’ em off.” ee _. He went at it, atone 6 off the tele one ‘aie an- other, until he finally missed on a. difficult shot. - Before he realized it, Arlington observed : f “Vou should have taken the fourteen het time. It would. have given you a position, and you 'd c leaned ithe boards’) Ya: ES : . “Wat's dat?” cried Killan. ting about dis game!” PO, chester Aushed. 820 ay Perhaps I do,” he admitted. _ for speaking, Ate ee ; “Dat’ 's jest a little late, me friend. If you benicar so pik ay _ sneer. “Now watch me | “Mebbe you ee some~ ay beg your pardén . WEEKLY. after I git trough wid Chick. Come, now, what do yer say? I'll go yer twenty-five points.” Chester’s sporting blood was stirred in a twinkling. “T didn’t come in to play———”’ | “Ho! ho!” laughed Killan. “I tought you didn’t — have der sand. I was jest goin’ to Bees dat we > make it one fer der fizzes.” “T didn’t come in to play,” repeated Chester, fouls the hot blood burning in his cheeks, “but I'll go you, just the same.” CHAPTER: IT. CHET MAKES GOGD. The prospect of a game with Arlington seemed to put Killan at his best, without stopping. 4 “N aw, come ahead; sport,” he laughed, with a slight “Git up here and show your style.” f ee ZS The balls were racked by an attendant, and Pee e flipped a piece of silver. “Fleads or tails?” he questioned. “Heads,” said Chet. “Tails it is. Go on.” on Arlington had selected a cue. In his selection Kane attempted to offer assistance and advice, but Chet dis- _tegarded Bill and chose one to his own liking. » Hay - ing chalked the tip, Be pues at the He of the table to ask: | “Two balls i the cushion on a S sale baeates a “Sure t’ing.”’ nodded Kid. ‘Chet placed the cue-ball, and then coolly inspected the triangular bunch as if looking for a shot. ee oe you do him, Arlington,” aaly Worthin K SATIS “Aw, you're sore. Dat’s w'at’s dee matter wid youse,” said Killan, with a wave of his hand. — “Back up! Go, lay down! I tol’ yer w’at I was goin’ to do, and I done it, didn’t I? Well, you spt watch me fs : ‘off dis S lick- lookin’ Rapes : Kanes SZ | returned to the head of the. ue iasaced a little fou S¢ chalk from the tip of his cue, and prepared to shoot : “Safety,” he said quietly. : For fully a week Chester had not borbhad Tique pe the first three days of his abstinence his n auch ‘bout ¢ dis game, Ti take you. ‘on and trim . oe 4 for, as soon as Worthing _ missed, he went at the balls and ran out the game | lost that suggestion of huskiness which had marred it _ for fully a year. It is possible his mind had something to do with this change, for he had resolved to live a clean life, and it is a fact that the, mind has great power over the body. Chester had been thinking healthy thoughts of late, and a healthy mind is condu- ceive to a healthy body For a moment Arlington wondered at his coolness and confidence. At other times he had been filled with } __ a certain false confidence, induced by stimulants; but 2 his present feeling was something entirely different, : and he acknowledged to himself that it was even more agreeable. The false courage and hilarity caused by .. drink seems pleasant at the time, but when soberngss _ follows sound sense shows the sham and hollowness bof it: : | Chester assumed a graceful position as he made the break shot. He struck the ball on the lower left-hand corner and clipped it off to the cushion with a whirling . motion that, brought it back behind the group of balls. From the opposite lower corner a ball shot off to the side cushion and then rolled back slowly and grace- _ fully into place, stopping within a fraction of an inch of its original position. | , _ At that instant Arlington was struck by a singular recollection that he had learned this shot from Dick _ Merriwell. He had seen Merriwell make the same . break more than once, and had afterward practised faithfully until he was able to accomplish it nearly half _ the time. a t “Pretty work, old pal,” complimented Kane. _ “Well, dat wasn’t so worse for a break,” admitted _ Killan, as he looked the balls over. “I tink T’'ll play safe meself.” | He chose the other corner and barely grazed the ball, striking the foot cushion and slowly returning to within four inches of the head of the table. game,” * he grinned. “Keep on workin’ dem safeties sooner or later.” Rb i _ Chester made no retort. time, he called another safety, and put the cue-ball d aed against the same ball touched by Killan. This qe TOE WEEKLY. 5 that made it easy to take, while the other was more +]. Eaddes guess two of us can play dat sort of a and see where you git of) You'll have to bust ’em _ the length of the table. : Having quickly glanced the balls over for a second - gut only one more,’ theless, he tried it, and succeeded i in bringing x the « cue- f bat into the mass ecwith sufficient force to epee the a der bunch right wid der white ball, you'll see some- ting doin’.” called his shot, Killan drove the ball into the left-hand lower corner and the cue-ball came back from the cushion, striking the bunch hard enough to make a break that left the player other shots; Killan followed by banking one, and secured a posi- tion that permitted him to put another one into the side pocket. On his fourth shot he drew the cue-ball hard to bring it into the mass for another break. He missed. But the balls were broken up. ’ “Dat’s hard luck!’ he muttered sourly. “Mebbe ~ | you'll git one or two now. Go ahead and take all you want, for it may be your last chance.” Once more, having chalked his cue, Arlington knocked the fine particles from the tip and deliberately surveyed the balls with his clear eyes. Following this survey, he began playing, and the | spectators grew interested as he ran seven balls in suc- cession. “Oh, he’ll git all t’rough in a minute,” prophesied Killan, although he was beginning to feel nervous. Having pocket, Arlington was compelled on the eighth shot to de- cide between two balls, one of which lay in a position difficult, but would give the player a chance to continue his work if he secured it. Chester chose the difficult shot and missed by a hair. nak tought so,” laughed Killan. ‘‘Much obliged for: dat poaition- Dere won’t be so many when [ git t’rough.” . “es With perfect ease he cleaned the board, which shee him eight to Arlington’s seven. Killan made the attendant rack the balls perfectly, “freezing” them in a solid mass in precisely the proper position. Then he called a latake, but his break was not as fine as Arlington’s, and he left two balls detached from the rest, one being in position to give Chet a bank-shot, Arlington took the bank and made it. =} ae “Well, Kid, I guess yer see he can play some,’ in Kane. “How was that fer high?” “That was See admitted the Kid. “He ain't AO and secure the lone shot remaining before him. Never: 6 ) m TIP TOP or four. On the play he drove the object-ball into the pocket with a sharp click. “Well, say,” cried Kane admiringly, “that’s ther finest ever! Didn’t s’pose you could play like that, though I knew you was pretty good, pal.” Killan looked sour. At last he realized that Arling- ton was something of a player, and it would be neces- sary to do his level best if he hoped to win. Chester ran off nine balls: before missing, which gave him sixteen points in all. Killan took the remaining six, and found himself two points behind his opponent, with the necessity of breaking again. By this time the Kid was desperate. hand pocket at the head of the table. ‘He made the shot, and the corner ball rebounded 6 from the lower cushion, came rolling up the table, and softly clicked into the pocket named. “Been foolin’ wid yer, dat’s all,” laughed Killan, as he observed with no small satisfaction that two or three shots lay before him for his choice. Clark had taken a cue, and was keeping count of the points with the billiard-buttons on the wire over his head. As Killan continued to clip oft the balls Clark added each button onto the former total. | ~“T5--16—17,” he counted. - ~ “Qh, it’s no use,” muttered Worthing, as he ob- served the player securing position after position with perfect ease. “The Kid will run it out.” “Sure t’ing,” grinned Killan. “Wat do yer t’ink _ I'm here fer? | ~ “18—19—20,” counted Clark. | “Tt’s like gittin’ money from home,” as he continued. _ “21--22--23,” enumerated Clark. Six balls remained on the table, and Killan needed only two more. It looked like a sure iis for + eigen _ The player became very confident, and missed his next shot. Had the shot been more difficult, he might have secured it. But the very fact that it was an easy said the Kid, vance, had much to do with his failure. _ “Wat’s der matter wid dat pocket?” he snarled, “Dat ball oughter went in.” Chester said nothing, but now he settled down to depended on the result. strained ale anxious, in bi 3 manner. nee was careful Corner ball in dis pocket,” he said, tapping the. Std one, and he mentally added it onto his score in ad- ‘play pool as if his eternal prosperity and happiness Yet there was nothing — WEEKLY. without being unduly anxious, and he soon had the. remaining six balls pocketed. This left him one point behind his opponent, and now it was up to him to make the break. As the balls were racked Chester debated whether he would try for a shot and take chances or attempt another safety break. His usual reckless disposition urged him to call the same shot Killan had named and made on the last break. For once in his life, however, Chet respressed this reckless inclination and decided on a safety. “You can’t do der trick der way you did ee first time,’ asserted Kid. He was mistaken. Arlington duplicated his opening feat, leaving the cue-ball and the two sent to the cushion in almost precisely the same positions they had rested in after his first attempt. “Dere’s more luck dan skill in dat,” In his heart he knew better. asserted Killan. He knew Arlington had not made those two beautiful safety breaks by * . \ Mg mere luck. Of a sudden, the Kid was seized by a touch of apprehension.. If he slipped up in the slightest at this stage of the game, there was every probability ae that Arlington would secure the three balls needed tea win the game. This apprehension and anxiety was the Kid’s un- doing, for, after making sure there was no chance to add a point, he called a safety and hit the balls a trifle harder than he had intended, sending the cue-ball into the corner pocket, which cut off one from his score and ~ left him even with Chester. | Not only this, but he rolled out a ball where it lay open in a position that permitted Chester to try for it. Arlington called the ball for a corner pocket, sent it shooting into that pocket, sent the cue-ball spinning round the table, and broke the bunch. Bill Kane uttered a shout of satisfaction. “W’at do yer think of that—what do yer think of : He’s gut a 24 that, Kid?’ he cried. “It’s all off now! cold!” “‘That’s what he has,” laughed Worthing believe it was in him.” Chet paid no attention to thers, but quickly pocketed the balls needed to CRIS his run cae Bie, him the 8 required points. Then he put up his cue. { CHAPTER IV. ees “THE BOY IN BUCKSKIN. ys SE vacate So interested had all been in the game. that they failed to aes a spectacular yous, fellow — had a “oy didn’t oe PP POR entered ‘the room and stood near, watching the play. This fellow did not appear to be more than seventeen or eighteen years of age. ringlets upon his shoulders. He was dressed in a suit - of fringed buckskin, with spurred boots on his feet ~~ __ and a wide-brimmed Stetson hat on his head. His eye- brows were thick and bushy. His complexion seemed to indicate exposure to all sorts of weather, and there were hard and heavy lines, like repeated parenthesis- i. marks, at the corners of his mouth. The expression | _ of his face was not wholly pleasant, and yet there was about it the look of a master. “Hold on, dere!” cried Killan, as Chet replaced his | __ cue in the rack. ‘You don’t git off dis easy. You gut | to play me anudder go.” “You'll excuse me,” -haven’t the time.” “Den you'd better take it. a quitter.” Chester faced the speaker squarely. “T don’t like that word, my friend,” he said sharply. . “Ym no quitter. et even my worst enemy can truth- fully say that of me.’ “That’s right, that’s right, ”. Kane hastily put in. You’ re no quitter, old man.’ _ “We said we’d play one game of twenty-five points when we began. If you’d defeated me, I’d put my cue up, just the same. So would you. You'd not played _ another game. [ explained to Kane before I came in here that I had very little time to waste. iD min Wells- burg on business.” - “That's right, Kid,” feciatee| gone _ “Some other time,” said Chet, “if you wish satisfac- _ tion, I'll be pleased to give you all you're looking for. _ Just now”—glancing at his watch—“T’ve got to hike.” The stranger smiled. “Ever been West, partner?” he inquired. said Arlington quietly. “I If yer stop now, you're ol noticed familiar to my ears.’ “I've been West,” aia Chet, essen the new- comer in some surprise. “By your dress I should say ways count.” — “Well, I’m not. exabaty a Westerner,” was the an- swer, “although I’ve spent three ii on the Double X Ranch out in Wyoming.” . “Three years on what ranch?” exclaimed Avie ton: ‘Did you say the Double Xi he POE npn T Gide i ho: o ke a L vacation: on myself. His long dark hair fell in - the way you use that word hike, and i it sounds a heap that you are a Westerner, although dress doesn’ t al- Kid is sore because: he got a awareness ae . “Why, great Seott! aac the very cfarich I’m liable. anes Ss the Tea, EnY, : WEEKLY. 7 father proposed putting me on to calm me down some- I don’t suppose there are two Double X ranches.” “Not in Wyoming, “Your ranch is on Al Seminole Mountains ?” “About one hundred and fifty miles, and no more god-forsaken country man ever saw. So your father has. threatened to send you out there? That’s what happened to me. I was sent out for my health. Stood it as long as I could. Broke away on my own accord. I’m traveling now.” “Traveling ?” ee. 2 Chester was strangely interested. “You mean-——” : “Ym traveling with Doctor Swansey, who sells | Blackfoot Indian Bitters. I do a little roping turn with him to amuse the public and get them around his” wagon, The only things I learned on the Double X > were to handle a rope and ride a cayuse. I could strum a a banjo before I went out there, and I generally give the gaping populace a little banjo music and sing them a song or two as a variation of my roping exhibition. 3 If you are booked for the Double X, you certain have my sympathy a heap.” ‘What’s your name?’ questioned Chet. %: “You may call me Lockwell—Dave Lockwell. Out on the ranch the punchers got to calling me ‘Dave, eae Roper,’ or ‘Roper Dave.’ ” “My name is Arlington,” hand. “I’m glad to meet you. lot of questions about that ranch.” “Hold on, Chet, old pal,” called Kane, “this pale. was for the fizzes. You ain’t fergut that, have’ ye? | It’s on the Kid. It’s up to him to shout.” “Dat’s right,” admitted Killan. “Come on to der bar, and bring der wild Western gent wid yer.” . “Won't you join us?’ said Arlington’ to the boy from the Double X. teehee “T don’t like to butt in.” “There’s no butting-in about it.” “Not a bit, not a bit,” hastily asserted Kane, giving the stranger a slap on the shoulder. “You're welcom: old chap. Thesg:fellers are my friends. I know th whole bunch of them, and they're all right, even if the what. I opine.” kali Creek, northwest of the said Chester, offering his I'd like to ask Pe: a t \ The barroom opened off the billard-hall, and, e boys entered it, lining up at the bar. Mf “Six fizzes, Johnny, and. intake « em. good and s tif Lie Bilas, a Chester was talking with Lockwell, and apparently he did not hear the order. Not until a high gin fizz was placed before him did he look up. “T wanted a seltzer lemonade,” he said. “Oh; cried Kane. “What are yer givin’ us, old pal!” “Why didn’t you tell me that in the first place?” asked the barkeeper. “Oh, never mind,” said Chet, shrugging his shoul- ders as a whiff of the concoction reached his nostrils; “T'll drink this.” ‘Well, here’s his glass. *““Here’s looking at you,” on Killan. “Drink hearty,” retorted the Kid. The fizz tasted good to Arlington. lips as he placed the glass on the bar. ; “Pretty fine for a hot day,” he observed to Lockwell. | “By Jove! I didn’t see you take yours, but it’s gone.” : “Yes, it’s gone,” was the answer, as the boy from Wyoming gently tapped his stomach. Having bought the drinks, Killan observed with dis- satisfaction that Arlington seemed much more in- terested in the stranger than in any one else. This being the case, he shifted his position at the bar and stepped in between Chet and the Roper. come, come!” down the brook!” cried Kane, lifting bowed Kane, with his eyes He smacked his “Now, say, Old Cheese,” he grinned, regarding the boy in buckskin, jest give it to us on der level, will yer? ___-‘Tell us did yer éver see der Mississippi River in yer _ life? Dis bluff bout Wyomin’ don’t go fur wid me.” : The stranger smiled and looked straight into Killan’s eyes. “You seem to be a whole lot doubtful, Tommy,” he said. ) “Dat’s not me name,” _ “That doesn’t make any difference, retort. name we choose. You're Tommy to me. like it, you know what you can do.” - It was a challenge. Killan hesitated, and then like a flash he lifted a heavy fist, apparently intending to strike the Westerner. objected the Kid. ” was the quiet “Out on the Double X we give.a man any If you don’t He did not strike, for, with a sudden movement of _ his wrist, Lockwell snapped a Derringer into the palm of his hand, and the young pugilist found himself looking straight into the muzzle of the weapon. Lock- well’ s elbow rested on the bar. oe There was a breathless silence, and then Killan gasped : Wh h—where did you ek it » Ni Ga? OY eat Os AN eh WA AB The boy from Wyoming smiled. “Out on the Double X we have to learn the trick of drawing a gun quick,” he said. “Put down your mall. If you should try to strike me, I’d plant a lead pill be- tween your lookers. I reckon you understand that tall.”’ Chester Arlington was delighted. He felt like slap- ping the Roper on the back, but refrained from do- ing so. “Now, hold on, fellers—hold on,” objected Bill Kane. “We don’t want no trouble.” “Yes, hold on,” put in the barkeeper. “Put up that pop-gun. What’s the matter with you chaps?” “No matter at all,’ serenely answered Lockwell, as he opened his hand. “I haven’t any gun,” The Derringer had disappeared in a most marvelous manner. : Killan stared harder than ever, and caught his breath once more. “Say, old chap,” he finally muttered, “where did it go? I didn’t see yer pull it, and I didn’t see yer put it back.” | “Why, it’s right here,” smiled the boy from the West, as he thrust his left hand into his right sleeve and pulled the weapon into view. Then they observed that an elastic was attached to the butt of the weapon in such a manner that it had snapped the Derringer back into the boy’s sleeve the — moment his fingers relaxed their grip upon the handle. Lockwell had produced the pistol in the first place by a snapping movement of the wrist, wach threw it out of his sleeve. . Something like a look of admiration crept over the face of Kid Killan. _ “Mebbe I was mistaken, pal,” he said. “Mebbe you're der real t’ing. Have yer gut any udder’shootin’- irons on yer?” : “Sure,” was the answer, as the stranger thrust his hand out of sight and whipped into view a forty-five caliber Colt revolver, with the barrel cut off close to - the cylinder. It was a most formidable-looking wea- pon, and Lucy Clark shivered as he saw it. ; “Good gracious!” said Clark, “T’d hate to have 2 any-— one shoot at me with that thing.” “Tt would be your finish at short range,” said Lock- well. consists in juggling with these weapons. I amuse and “A part of my act in entertaining the public Mae surprise the crowd by snapping the Derringer into my rhe hand, and.while they’re gaping at its sudden appear ance I let it snap back into my sleeve. N ow, we're call) sociable, let’s have something on me.” TIP TOP Ty CHAPTER V. 3 BAFFLED CROOKS. It was the barkeeper who discovered that Lockwell was not drinking his fizzes. The boy from Wyoming stood close to a wooden box filled with sawdust, which served as a cuspidor, and into this he emptied the con- tents of every glass. There was a great deal of treat- ing, and Arlington seemed to forget his good resolu- tion, his sister, his business in Wellsburg, everything save the fact that he was beginning~to feel gay and hilarious, and did not care what happened. Kane found an opportunity to whisper in his ear: “We can git this bunch into that game of chip. What do yer say? We'll have a little lunch on the table.”’ Chet brushed a hand across his forehead: That word lunch reminded-him of the fact that he had prom- he ised June to be back in time to take lunch with her. ee He knew she was waiting for him, and he felt certain that by this time she had become extremely anxious _ over his long delay. “Oh, what’s the use!”’ he mentally exclaimed. only got one life to live, and I may as well live it. a em up again, barkeep’. This round is on me.” a ae : He produced the roll of new money secured at the ~ bank and skinned off a ten-dollar bill. os “What’s the use of standin’ up here and tirin’ our |» feet,” said Kane. “We can have the little back-room, |. ean’t we, Johnny?” “Tf yer keep quiet,” singin’, or loud talk.” “You'll serve the drinks in there, will yer?” “Sure,” “Come on, everybody,” invited Kane. _ Into the little back-room they went, seating them- selves at a round table that was covered by a green cloth. . “We might have a little game,” suggested Bill, as if the thought had just popped into his head. ry Killan nodded, a picture of Arlington’s crisp, new bills rising before his mind’s eye. - “T don’t mind,” he said. “T rudder like it oncet in awhile, if der game ain’t too big.” As the barkeeper appeared with a round of drinks they called for cards, which were tossed on the table a - moment later. “T judge this lets me out,” said the boy from Wyo- _ ming. _“How’s dat! ” - questioned Killan. pe a ‘ “T’ve Set nodded the barkeeper. “No tt 99 “Don’t yer play WEEKLY. “Don’t yer know how?” “Well, I’ve seen the cowboys play, but I’m rather bum at it, and I don’t think I'l] mix in any.” “Aw, come on,” urged Kane. “This is goin’ to be a ‘friendly little game with a light limit—say, a dollar.” “Partners,” said the young Westerner, “I may do some things that are not jest right, but I draw the line at gambling. I have my reasons. Maybe I gave a promise to some one who’s dead.” The Kid started to laugh, but Arlington cut him short with a gesture, turned to the Westerner, and said respectfully : “That’s all right, Roper. If you’ve made any such promise, stick to it—stick to it, my boy. I’ve never promised any one who’s dead that I wouldn’t gamble, or drink, but I’ve promised the living a hundred times, and broke my words every time, I like a fellow who can make a pledge and stick to it. I’m not that kind. : Here I am jagged—yes, I’m jagged. Iknow it. ’m loaded to the guards, and it’s been only a week since a I swore off. It’s only a week since I told myself I’d never touch another drop as long as I lived. I was drunk a week ago, and I came near doing something that would have been my final finish. I don’t like to think about it, or talk about it. I hada gun that day. I loaded it to shoot an enemy. It was the drink that made me do so. I'd been guzzling rotten stuff from Slabtown, and all they have up there is rotten stuff. I * say I loaded it for an enemy, but when I say so l’ma liar. I loaded’ it for a friend, and I meant to shoot him.” / . “What's that?” questioned Lockwelil, in astonish- — ment. 3 | “Yes, he’s been a friend to me. I’ve used him rot- ten. I’ve dorie him dirt every chance I could find. He might have thrown the harpoon into me long ago, but he remained and gawe me chance after chance. He had a notion that there was some real man in me, after | all. I don’t know why-he should think so, unless it was because of my sister. By Heaven! I’ve got the . best sister any fellow ever had. No better girl ever lived. This chap I’m telling you about likes her. I’ve, 2 tried to break. it up. T’ve lied to her about him, and | P’ve done other things that I’m ashamed to mention. If I hadn’t been rieeet, I wouldn’t have said Ys thing about it, anyhow.” “Oh, fergit it, pal—fergit it,” “Never seen you like this before. with yer?” “l’m no good!” muttered Chet disgustedly. “I know it. I can’t blame you, Bill. It was only natural broke in Kane What’s the matter tO that you should ask me to drink. I’ve filled you to the muzzle more than once, I’m all to blame. It was my cursed weakness that made mé give in. Let’s have another round, boys!” Dave Lockwell had now pushed back from the table, and he sat regarding Chester in a peculiar man- ner, as if wondering just what to make of him. Arlington observed this and laughed. “I suppose you think I’ni a squealer,’’ he said. “It’s not often any one hears me;put up a hollar like that. I’ve had a pretty good opinion of myself, but it’s dif- ferent now. I’ve thought I was the real thing, but now I know I’m rotten. I’m going out onto that ranch, Lockwell. It’s the only thing for me, and that may not do any good. I suppose the punchers get rum out there,” 5 “Not much of it,’’ was the answer. when they go to town——” “Well, the only thing for me is to keep away from town, I suppose they play peker?” “Oh, yes, a little game now and then, though the foreman don’t like it much.” “Well, perhaps, I can keep out of it if ‘don't hit the | Speded. Make it the same, Johnny. Come, boys, let's play, Are we going to use chips?” “Money is good enough for-us,’ “Of course, " said. W orthing, Somehow, this fellow had been strangely affected by _Chet’s words. He, too, realized that he was weak and yielding, and that in most respects Re was a onaraye to his parents, | _ Kane seized the cards, threw out the joker, and rip- _ pled them. ; Then the boys cut for deal, leaving Lockwell out, “Pl look on awhile,” said the boy. from Wyoming. “I'll have to go pretty 800m. The doctor’ll be wonder ing what's become of me,” ‘ them round, one ata time. The | boys had produced money, bills and silver, them. _ Arlington took the first pot. _ “That means bax luck for, me,” he muttered | et “You never can te i, pals” “Luck don’t a us run that way. pata ei: ‘The deal fell to Clark, who to@k the cards and Sew. which they placed in little ae on the table before He set en hee ae game eng about it, 2B TIP TOP WEEKLY, three kings. He drew a pair of deuces to these, and felt confident the pot was his. . _ Finally, he decided it was time to “call,” for Killan seemed confident and persistent in raising regularly, the others having dropped out. Killan had four five-spots, and Chester discovered he was fifty dollars loser. “What do I care?” he muttered. “Let it all go! This is my last time on earth. It’s the Double X for me after to-day,” “Oh, you'll hit a streak in a minute, pal,” said Kane. Arlington did take one or two small pots, but even- tually he got into another jackpot, with Killan and Kane against him. This time it was: Kane who stuck to the finish and was called by Chester, as Arlington realized the end of his money was in sight. Pos “T've got an ace-high flush,” said Chet, spreading + out his hand. ‘What do you hold?’ A. oe “Too bad!” muttered Bill. “I’m sorry to bump | | you, pal, but I hold a full house, three queens and ae x pair of Joshuas.” The money had been piled in the middle of the table in a little stack of hills dropped criss-cross. There was very little silver in that pile. = Kane started to reach for the pot when a 1 surprising thing happened. < ee Roper Dave suddenly leaned over the table and drove a knife through the center of the bills, nailing the entire a pile to the board. | | In his left hand the boy fron the West, held the ugly-looking Colt forty-five. . — “Wait!” hé advised. “This sure is the dintiest rob- | ber’s game I ever saw played.” Killan caught his breath and snarled. He started to rise from the table. | The Roper turned the muzzle - the pistol toward 4 the fellow. ey ge “Squat!” he said. “Relapse! Sit down! Don’t any of you gents stir till 1 give you the high-sign, Arling- ton, you’re being skinned by a couple of sharks. Your ! pretended pal, Kane, i is standing i in with Killen to oe ; hs out.” at » “It’s a lie!” cried Kane, y say it’s Biers ts nes “And I wouldn’t say it again if I were you,’ ’ advised the Roper. “Out on the Double X the man who uses that word promiscuous has to shoot quick or get bored. — I hold the drop. If you get indelicate again in your 4 conversation, I’m afraid your next ride will be at the head of a long ith Mi ae you ren. ae aby: Lee ‘ Tapa OP “What do you.mean by saying I’m being skinned?” asked Chester. “It can’t be Kane is giving me the double-cross.” ; “That’s whatever he is,” skin. “Prove it! prove it!’ rasped Bill. “That’s easy,” said Lockwell, with a grim smile. “Arlington, just reach under the edge of the table in front of Kane and you'll find a hold-out, with his proper hand tucked into it nice and comfortable. He swapped the cards dealt for the hand he had fixed up and put away to use on an occasion just like this. 5 Awhile ago he passed four fives under the table to eee Killan.” ae “Let me see!” cried Chet. “If it’s true—— Bi oa (3 He thrust his hand beneath the table in front of Jo Bs Kane. | “By the furies it is!” he shouted, as he produced the five cards and flung them face up on the board. “Here’s his hand. A pair of trays, a ten-spot, a queen, and an ace. I win! The money’s mine!” “Just rip off that hold-out and toss it out here for us all to inspect,” directed Arlington. Again Arlington felt beneath the table and found _ the hold-out that had been screwed onto the board. ‘He twisted it off and tossed it onto the table. _ “There it is!” he panted. “So you turned on me, » did you, Kane! You gave me the double-cross, you eur! And I saved you. iam tar and feathers at Happy Camp. Why, I'll He lifted his clenched fist, but, quick as thought, _Lockwell grasped it with a gnp of iron. “Don’t!” ‘said the boy in buckskin warningly. “Don’t mix in a scrap here. A hundred dollars of this money belongs to you. Take it, and as much more _ with it as you can find pinned down by that knife.” _. “No,” said Chet. “I'll not take a cent of their dirty _ money. I'll take my own, but none of theirs.” He jerked forth the knife and brought up the little package of bills sticking to the blade. With a wipe of his fingers he removed the bills. The knife was dropped, and Lockwell secured it. Arlington counted out enough to make up his hundred dollars, folded it, -and thrust it into his pocket. asserted the boy in buck- ” said huskily. Be “All right,” smiled the chap, who had made the ex- posure. “Go ahead. I think I'll retire with my face toward the enemy.” _ He backed to the door, made a mocking bow to the baffled Srodks, and followed ce he’s by his lonesome. . perambulate in the open air. “Let’s get out of this hole, Lockwell, old Te he WEEKLY. CHAPTER VI. THE REAL ROPER. As the door closed behind them Arlington ex- claimed : “T want to thank you! I want to-———” “Plenty of time for that, partner,’ said Lockwell, with a peculiar laugh. “T don’t see what you got out of it.” “I got the satisfaction of showing up a bunch of crooks,” was the reply. “I judged them to be the limit the moment I clapped my eyes on them. In that crowd Clark and Worthing are the suckers, but they didn’t happen to have money enough to make it an object for your friend Kane and his croney to skin them. You showed up with a roll, and they right soon chose you for the victim.” “And to think that Bill Kane would do a thing like that!” rasped Chet. “I’d like to go back there and punch the face off him.” “Better not,” advised the Westerner. ‘“There’s plenty of time for that thing, too. Take Kane when If we’d make too much of a racket just now, it’s likely we’d both find ourselves in a heap of trouble. Not that I’m scared of that Kane, but I’m carrying concealed weapons, and that’s against the law in these parts.” MD “You're the handiest man wath a shooting-iron | ever saw.” “Much obliged, partner. gun right sudden when I I judge I can produce a | need one. Let’s youand] | It will do you good.” “T’m sober now,’’ asserted Arlington. | “You think you are, but you're not. The excite-— ment braced you up for the time being, but you'll find — yourself wobbling again if: you’re not a whole lot — careful. Where are you going?” “My sister’s at the Franklin Square waiting for — me.” | : “Do you reckon you're in proper shape to show up there? Do you want her to see you in this condition?” _ “T re i hate to have her know I'd been » drilcng / again.” y Niiarom “Good. We'll mosey along to the nearest drug- store.” | be They found a drug-store on a corner, and Chester followed his new-found friend, who made for the soda-_ fountain, = AE “T want to see the doctor some,’ Catia Lockwell, as a the soda clerk prepared to serve them. “He’s busy just now putting up a prescription,’ oa plained the clerk. if “Then we'll wait awhile.” Arlington sat down on a little stool, discovered that he was far from cobek was beginning to swim. In a few minutes the druggist appeared and asked what he could do for them. “My friend here,” said Lockwell, “has had one too many: Can’t you fix him something that will brace him up? No matter what it is as long as it sobers him in a hurry.” The druggist hesitated. “It may make him sick at first.” “That’s all right,” nodded the boy from the, West. “He don’t care.as long as it straightens him up di- rectly.” , The druggist mixed up a drink and placed it in front of Chester, and quickly as his head* “Surround it, young Westerner. side out.” Chester drank the preparation, and within two 23 minutes he was deathly pale and wretchedly ill. He followed the druggist to the rear of the store, Lock- well accompanying them. pard—surround it,” directed the “Never mind if it turns you wrong Twenty minutes later the two boys reappeared, and _ Arlington seemed much relieved, although he was still pale. “Now,” said the druggist, as he began mixing an- a other potion, “I'll give him something that will warm him and straighten him up handsomely.” . he left the store with Lockwell, feeling wonderfully “ relieved and restored. “TI don’t know how I’m ever going to repay you for your kindness, old man,” he said. ~ “Ring off!’ laughed the boy from Wyoming. “I - haven’t done any more than re expect you, or any one else that’s white, to do for me.” “Few fellows would have done what you did, pro- ‘dite they could. Most chaps would be short on nerve : to do it.” | “It’s right good training for the nerves to spend a. year or so on the Double X.” _ “T'll nearly die out there,” muttered Chet; “I know bi All the same, I’m going. It’s the only thing for me. Think I’m in condition to meet my sister now ?” a “You will be pretty soon.’ ah “Oh, what a fool I was! 1 know she’s seedy to ‘Chester took the second dose, and five minutes later ° _ It’s right 12 TIP TOP. WEEKLY. near here. That'll give you time to get thoroughly straightened out.’’ They turned two corners, and finally approached a tent that was pitched on an open lot not far from the In front of the tent sat a long-haired man, with a drooping mustache, smoking a cigar, and: whit- city square. tling a piece of soft pine. © “That’s the Doc,” said- Lockwell. The man looked up and saw them. Then he turned toward the tent and called: “Hey, Dave, come out! ing back your outfit.” A youthful chap appeared from the tent and paused at the doctor’s side. He was smiling as the two boys approached. “I opine we'd better swap clothes again,” lington’s companion. “All right,” nodded the other boy. tent.” 3 They. followed him inside, Arlington wearing a puz- zled expression on his face. ; To Chester’s astonishment, his new friend turned to him and said: “Arlington, shake hands with Dave Rockwell.” “Why, that’s your name.” Here’s your friend bring- 2 . said Ar- “That’s! the handle I have been sailing under for awhile to-day,’ was the laughing retort; “but this is the real Roper Dave.” 7 “Then, who in blazes are you? Why, it can’t be———” “Yes, it can,” was the answer, in a wholly altered voice, as the speaker flung aside his hat and removed a wig of long black hair. “Just wait until I get a little cocoa butter onto my face, and I’ll begin to look natural.” Arlington was gasping for breath. “What a fool I am- what a fool!” Chestér mut- tered, although he still doubted the evidence of his eyes. your voice in such a manner? I can’t believe it pos- sible. You bamboozled me completely. Why, hang it, you're Dick Merriwell!” , It was true. Already the boy who had saved Chester “Come into the » “How could you change your appearance and from being robbed by the gang at Priley’s had seized a piece of cocoa butter and was rapidly rubbing it over ' his face, the result being a smooching of the make-up that had altered his perenne: in a most amazing manner, _ With a towel he quickly wiped off the cocoa butter snd removed most of the make-up at the same time, It Bil Dick Merriwell ene ee and Ainge) sat down limply on a camp stool, staring and mutter- ing at this amazing metamorphosis. The third boy continued to laugh. “T’ve had to keep right close to the tent, Merriwell,”’ he said. “I was afraid to go out for fearsome of the citizens would see me minus my wig, and discover that I’m a fake. I don’t fancy wearing that bunch of hair, but the Doc insists on it. He says it makes a better impression for a roper to have long hair than it does if he has his wool trimmed in a civilized manner. That wig cost the Doc thirty-five plunks, and he’s a heap more proud of it than I am.” “I don’t understand it now,” declared Arlington, in a dazed way. ‘My brain is full of cobwebs.” ‘s “Dick was using soap and water. As he washed ‘he | made a brief explanation. | “Frank and I came down from the Hills on business | to-day. I ran across Lockwell and recognized him, | for all of his fake long hair. Met him out West. Did {him a slight favor once.” > b _ “A slight favor?’ interrupted Rockwell. “I should ae say so. I was fording Rattlesnake Creek when there | came a cloud-burst, and the freshet caught me good | and plenty. If you know what a genuine cloud-burst means, you can understand the fix Iwas in. Both banks were steep, and there was no chance for me to _ get out. The water had me, and I was pretty near fished when I heard a shout, looked up, and saw a chap on the bank. He had a rope, and made a cast for me as I went past. I put up my arms, and the noose . out. This is the fellow who did that turn for me. So 4 you see I was willing to lend him anything I had in. the world when he hustled round here awhile ago and asked me to swap clothes for awhile.” i ae how did you know What made you do it?’ questioned Chester. _ “Saw June at the Franklin Square,” answered Dick. : “She told me where you'd gone. Followed you to the bank, and saw you with Kane. You passed within ten feet of me without noticing me. Heard Kane urging : “you to go to Priley’s. Took a fancy to follow, but decided { could do better if neither oes nor Kane me ee Cot Got around to Priley’s just in time to _ see the finish of that ‘Pook-game. Now, you have a complete explanation.” _ “But the way you handled those shooting-irons| C Dick smiled, j - _' He. was caught ‘em. Got hold of the rope, and he dragged me TIP TOP WEEKLY. 13 showing me this morning how he worked it. Asked him to let me have that rig, and also to loan me his sawed-off forty-five. That’s all.” Chester rose with a look of intense enthusiasm and unspeakable admiration on his face. “Merriwell,” he said, “you're a wizard! Your equal doesn’t stand in shoe-leather. [I don’t believe there’s another person living who could have carried thet thing through the way you did.” Lockwell was curious to know what had happeried, and Arlington told the story briefly and vividly, giving Dick full credit and unstinted praise. “Well, that was sure going some,” chuckled Roper Dave. “Sorry I wasn’t there myself. right dull in these Eastern towns, and my blood gets stagnant a whole lot.” Twenty minutes later Merriwell and Arlington left the tent, Dick once more attired in his own clothes. On the street Chester made another attempt to ex- press his feelings, but was cut short by his com- panion. ' “I think I understand what you want to say,” said Dick. “It’s all right, Arlington. Let’s forget it.” “Tl not forget it!’ declared Chester. what you must think of me, Merriwell. I know you believe [’ll backslide every timé, just as I did to-day. Perhaps I will; but I’m going to do my level best. I was a fool to-day, and I knew it all the time. You see, Kane and I have been pretty thick, and I didn’t have the nerve to turn him down cold. I thought he was on the level with me, but now F “But now you know a chap who will be crooked Things are 9 with anybody can’t be trusted even by his most inti- When the time comes, he'll go back on his friends and sink the knife into them. only one course for any fellow, Arlington, and that’s: mate companion. the straight and narrow path.” “Me for that!’ exclaimed Chet earnestly. how did you happen to know about the ranch?” “Tune told me all I knew about that. I let my imag- ination help me out.” As they ascended the steps of the Franklin Square — a Hotel, June, looking greatly relieved, came hastening forth to meet them. “Where have you been, Chester?’ she Aaeaienes . 7 I’m eee he's all “I’m glad you found him, Dick. right.” “Oh, he’s all ia > assured Merriwell Seiietigele “You can see he is at a glance. “T know | There’s © “But — ‘He ran across some old friends, and they got to talking of sports. He was so interested that he wholly failed to notice the known in the Outlaw League. _ Springs can't get into first position. ma lapse of time. You'll see now that you were unneces- sarily worried, June.” For this bit of deception Arlington gave Dick a glance of gratitude, CHAPTER VII. THE SAILOR IS DECEIVED. Thoroughly disgusted with baseball, and wishing to have no further bother over it, Benjamin Brace . had secured a manager for his team. This manager was a*tough-looking subject, well He had reddish hair, a thick neck, and a face badly scarred by smallpox. In the Outlaw League he was known as an unscru- pulous individual, whose methods had finally proved so offensive that he was compelled to betake himself to other parts. His name was Carter Cutleff. Cutleff was in Brace’s private office, receiving final instructions. “After to-day I don’t want anybody to say baseball to me!” growled the hotel man. “I’m sick and tired of it. Um paying you to take charge of the team, and do your best to down Pineville. That’s the only thing | care a rap about. I don’t want Silas Springer’s team to land ontop. I'll give youa motto. It’s ‘Any- 99 thing to Down Pineville’. “Sure,” nodded Cutleff. “Leave it to me. You .don't care if Happy Camp wins the championship, I suppose ?” “Oh, I care; but there’s no way to keep Happy Camp out of it if Pineville is pulled down. The It would be easy to pull Pineville off her perch only for that kid, Mer- riwell, their pitcher. He must be a phenom to hold down the batters in this league the way he has.” “Why ‘not fix Merriwell ?” “How. fix him?” “Get next to him. Buy him.” Brace gave a sneer of disdain. “You don’t know him,” he said. “Why, you couldn’t buy him with a barrel of money. I believe that thing was tried’once this season, and he flung a } hundred-dollar bill in the face of the man who gavé it to him.” “I’ve generally noticed, ” observed Cutleff wisely, “that every ball-player has his price.” " “You're talking about professionals.” “T’m talking about ball-players in general.” “But you’ve had the most of your dealings with, = professionals. _I presume they can be bought, as a battered.” i POY LEER RE at BOE SEI RIE IY NEP, TIP TOP WEEKLY. rule. This boy is different, and you'll find it out soon enough. If you try to buy him, you'll waste a lot of valuable time.” “Well, you may be right, Mr. Brace. There’s other ways to fix a dangerous man. You don’t mind how I get at it?” “Ain't I told you I don’t care a rap! Ain’t I told you I don’t want to hear any more about it! You go ahead and do your work. We've got to play Pine- ville to-morrow. If we win that game, I'll know I’m not wasting the money I’m paying you.” “All right,” said Cutleff. “I think I’ll take a run over to Pineville this afternoon. Have you any friends there ?” “Well, I don’t know how friendly they are to me, but I do know Horace Porter and his son are Merri- well’s bitterest enemies. You'll find them over there.” “T think I’ll interview them.” Promptly on reaching Pineville the new Madawaska manager looked up the Porters. He had a long talk with them, and the trio became very confidential. While they were talking thus on the veranda, with their heads close together, Cap’n Wiley and several of the team were at batting practise on the field. The Porters pointed out each player to Cutleff and told him — all about them. ¢ “[’ve heard of this fellow Wiley,” said the new manager. “Rather an erratic chap, isn't he? Can’t be depended on, I fancy,” ‘ “That's the way he’s seemed to be until he came here,” said Hec. ‘‘Merriwell is getting good work : out of him. Nevertheless, he was down at Slabtown — to a dance last night, and he looked mighty rocky this morning. Some Slabtowner came up this way in — search of a stolen horse. They claimed some one took here.” . “Who were these Slabtowners?” asked Cutleff. “T don’t remember their names,” answered Hee. “J do,” said his father. Benson. The little fellow’s name was Snowfield.” “Did they find their horse?” “T don’t know about that.” sae Becoming weary of practise, Cap’n Wiley finally 4 retired beneath a tree, where he lay stretched on the © ground. After awhile he was disturbed by a footstep, — and looked up to see a man with a pock-marked face _ standing close by. | a ve “Avast, there, my hearty!” grunted the sailor. “You must have hada collision. Your figure-head is the horse after the dance, and they had traced it up | “The big man’s name was. - ; 7 4 e “Get up,” said Cutleff. 3 “T want to talk to you.” “Fire away, mate,” said the sailor. “TI will recline at my salubrious ease while you articulate.’’ “Get up,” repeated Cutleff. ‘What I have to say to you is something you don’t care to have heard by any one else.” Re EE ‘ } “Now, don’t use any profane or indecent language,” remonstrated the marine marvel. “I’m just as sensi- tive and delicate as any one, and you'll shock me just as you would shock the general populace.” “Do you know there’s a sheriff looking fora man who stole a horse in Slabtown last night?” “Say you so?” “Yes. There’s a warrant sworn out for the horse- thief, and that warrant contains your name.” Wiley craned his neck upward and slowly, slowly _ tose to a sitting position. | “It may be that I shall use the profane and indecent language,” he murmured. “TI’ll give you fair warn- » ing, so you'll have plenty of time to plug your ears _ with cotton-batting.”’ } “How did you return from Slabtown last night?” _ “Ask me! Ask me! It’s all a haze and a fog to me. The last I knew I was serenely sailing around i Ke the, dance-floor, with a peach on my arm. That is, she looked like a peach just then; but, perhaps, should ~ I observe her in my sober senses, she might look more like a prune. It’s a singular thing that about three drinks make them all resemble peaches. While I was -spieling with her that time some one moved the hall. ET felt it when they moved it. The floor became un- “steady, and I decided it was not safe. Then I went out for a couple of swallows of air. This morning ; hey found me sleeping back of Merry Cot, with my feet on the steps and my head in a wash-basin. Ex- se these few pearly tears. It’s a humiliating confes- ion, but confession is good for the soul.” “You stole a horse last night.” mw “That’s a horse on me, then. But I’ve cut these ee capers before.” ie 7 ‘With a gtoan, Wiley dragged himself to his feet. “‘Sagaciate, and I will toddle at thy side,” he mut- By tered, * Together they passed over the hill and disapmedted om view. Finally, Cutleff halted and stood regard- ing Wiley with a seeming expression of pity. “I'm a friend to you,” he said. “I know, all about TIP TOR WEEKLY. 15 you as a ball-player, You may have forgotten me, but I was- manager of the Lancaster team the year you came.through there with your Wind Jammers,” “Oh, indeed? tenance, Now I remember your dented coun- Say, mate, you gave me the rottenest deal in Lancaster that I got on that whole trip. Promised me seventy-five dollars’ guarantee and sixty per cent. of the gate-money. Held me up until the game was over, and refused to pay me a cent because I kicked on your robber umpire, and made you put in a new man in the third inning. You had a mob that day, and you didn’t propose to return. the money taken at the door, so you gave us another umpire when you found we were going to quit. Oh, yes, I know you extensively well.” “We're not discussing that now. I’m giving you straight facts when I say there’s been a warrant sworn out for you. You don’t know what you did last night. You’ve confessed that. Now, it’s up to you to get away from Pineville and the Rlue Hills as fast as you can. If you linger round here another hour, you may see the sheriff with that document, Perhaps you're willing to spend the coming winter in jail.” “Oh, not at all, thank you. sible you’re mistaken? Isn’t it possible they’re all mistaken? Don’t you suppose that horse stole me? - Perhaps the onery beast walked off with me against my will. I swear I don’t believe I took the horse.” But, mate, isn’t it pos- “Well, you'll have a chance to prove what you did if you stay around Pineville.” “T’ve got to stay. How can I depart without giving the great Richard due and sufficient notice? It would be a rank deal,” Cutleff shook his head, “Do just as you please, but don’t say I didn’t warn you. I’m going back to the hotel.” _ Left alone, Wiley sat down and vainly tried to re- member the events of the previous night. “This is a bad scrape, Walter,” he muttered. “Fate is against you. You've been unscrupulously honest all - your life, but harsh and unfeeling people refuse to | Simply because you stretch the long bow occasionally they get the idea that you’l pick the con- believe it. tributions out of a blind man’s 3 dipper. I’d better change my place - residence. Dick is off ; i ~at Wellsburg. I'll try to meet him on the road and - It’s up to me to slip back, pack my — hand-satchel, and hit the pike. It’s good-by to Pine- 3 ville. I hoist anchor and ail without 1038 let him know, Well, I suppose Bis aye CHAPTER VIII. THE FATE OF AN INTELLIGENT GUN. Wiley managed to get away without being observed and questioned. Cutting through a strip of woods, he came out on the main road and turned his face to- ward Slabtown. “Tl have to dodge Slabtown on my way,” he mut- tered, “but I want to keep to the road as much as possible.” Three minutes later he rounded .a bend, and was startled to find himself face to face with Hector Porter and Rand Blacklock, who were seated on a log at the roadside. Hec and Rand were dressed for oe and carried rods and baskets. After the first hesitation, Wiley Udvbitied with an assumed air of assurance. “Hello!” droned Porter, glancing at the satchel the sailor carried. “Where are you going?” “I’m taking a little stroll for my health, mate,” was the reply. “You know walking is a specific for many of the ills human flesh is heir to.” “Why the satchel?” “Hush! It contains my valuables. I don’t. dare leave them lying around when I’m away. All my dia- monds are in there. What are you doing, if I may be indiscreet enough to inquire?” “We're going fishing. We're bound for Rainbow Brook. They say it’s running over with trout.” “Ah!” breathed the sailor, “I dearly love to angle.” “Come along with us.” “Thanks. I haven’t the precious moments to spare. Besides, I think it possible Randy wouldn’t care for my company.” “Oh, that’s all right, Wiley,” said Blacklock. “I have no particular grudge against you. We wanted you over at the Springs, but Merriwell got you first. It made Arlihgton sore, but I don’t suppose you were to blame. I’ve forgotten that.” 5 “T’m vastly surprised at your words,” said the sailor. “T had fancied you never forgot anything, Randy. “You haven’t been around the Springs any of late your- self. How was that?” “Had to go home for awhile, but I’m back;now. I came back with the hope that I’d see the Springs Ge ee championship.” | - “Vain delusion. Pineville has the datanionship “Tt begins to look that way,” nodded Rand. “Your eyes are a trifle bleary, Cap’n. You must have been _ hitting it up last night.” oi a8 ‘drank so much water that it came near giving TIP TOP WEEKLY. me water on the brain, Every time I get too much water in the head it affects my eyes.”’ “T think we’ve got something you need right here,”’ observed Blacklock, as he opened one of the baskets and produced a flask. “Now, don’t force it on me—now, please don’t!” cried the captain. ‘No, I won’t drink. I refuse to drink.” And even as he said it he had eagerly snatched the flask from Rand’s hand. “This is the first time I’ve ever been forced to _ drink,’ he said, as he hastily unscrewed the cap and tipped the flask. There was a gurgling sound, which continued so long that Porter pretended to be alarmed. “There won’t be eng left for us, Blacklock, if you don’t stop him.” Wiley stopped of his own accord, and gave Hee a resentful look as he was catching his breath. “I just moistened my lips,” he said. ‘‘Don’t be sel- : fish, Hec. Selfishness is criminal. It’s up to you, ar, Randy.” an. Blacklock took the flask, which the marine marvel surrendered with an air of reluctance. “You know I don’t drink, Wiley,” he said, passing it over to Porter. ‘“That’s one of my virtues.” “Well, it must be a mighty lonesome virtue,” said the sailor. “On my word, I don’t believe you have another virtue to keep it company.” 3 “You're complimentary.” “Keep the change. I’m feeling a great deal better, — thank you. Now, if you happen to have a fifty-cent Perfecto on your person, I think I can find a match for it.” Blacklock produced a cigar. The sailor rummaged through his pockets. “Strange to say, I haven’t the match,” he finally confessed, Hee produced one, and directly the captain was puffing complacently at the cigar. Sane ee ee erro ae $Rsut: \ “This is fairly good,” he said, “but it doesn’t seem — like a first-class piece of Havana. Your taste in to- — bacco, Randy, is open to criticism.” “But you know I do not smoke.” Wiley staggered and clutched at his heart. “And, on my word,” he gasped, “‘you’re the biggest, rascal I know of, with the single exception of Chesty Arlington. You make him a fine running-mate.— Randy, let me talk to ahee Let me urge you to reform: and mend your ways.” “Such a talk from you would be aria cu TIP TOP es Still, you’re bound to talk, for you love the sound of ‘your own voice. It’s music in your ears.” i “Aye, aye, even so. Your discernment has discov- ered my chief failing.” The sailor now picked up one of the rods, opened the case, and made an examination. “Pretty fine little whip,” he observed. “Now, I’d really love to wade along some sylvan stream and angle for, the finny denizens of the brook. Next to hunting, I love fishing. In my day I’ve been a great hunter, but my reputation has taken a,remarkable and solemn slump since my old gun, Buster, went to pieces. Oh, that was a gun worth having! A little old fashioned, perhaps, but it knew as much as a horse, a dog, or an ordinary man. You may think me exag- gerating,.but I give you my word that that old gun had brains. I don’t know where the brains were lo- . F cated, but they were there. aiakinesceali i a g en Nt pectin Saat iste ue Oe GSS Ess AERIS Serpe nen Ore omanenaemmmnthamameneint mri cate Tore . - “T bought her of John Wadsworth; that is, I se- : _ cured her of John Wadsworth, giving in exchange an ‘a old punt and a promise to pay four dollars in real |. ‘money. John got the punt, but the money’s still Pee a coming to him. Many a time and oft I have wandered i. over the wooded heights of the Megunticook Range } with old Buster in my grasp, slaughtering partridge, ; woodcock, duck, deer, bear, moose, cows, and tom- cats promiscuously. Why, I didn’t have to take aim e | with that gun. All I had to do, if I saw anything I “ae ee wanted, was to think I wanted it real bad and fire. ee , | close, and her left barrel scattered. If I wished to te slaughter a deer, I used the right barrel. For smaller a3 -game, I used the left barrel. } i. “Now comes the pathetic part of my narrative. One. day, on the edge of Hope, or Lincolnville, or Union— I can’t exactly recall just where it was—I came face y to face with a magnificent buck deer. I lifted old ee Buster to fire. Just at that moment I heard a peculiar S ‘noise over my head, and, looking upward, I saw more than ninteen thousand wild gees flying over. Now, I - wanted that deer, and I wanted a bunch of those geese. me. I finally fired at the deer, but the old gun must have known my intense longing for some of the geese. _ At any rate, the right barrel killed the deer, while the ats left barrel brought down fourteen of the geese. But ty the effort was too much for old Buster. She strained e. herself, and went all to pieces in my hands. The kick was terrific, and threw me backward into a brook. _ When I waded out my bootlegs were plumb full of WEEKLY. The old gun did the aiming. Her right barrel fired. How I was going to get them both was what bothered Py “Will one of you please loan me a handkerchief to dry my eyes. Thanks, very much. I'll use it later if I happen to weep.” Hector had produced a handkerchief, which Wiley promptly took and slipped into his pocket. CHAPTER IX. WILEY’S APPEAL. Cap’n Wiley forgot about following the road. In- stead of doing so, he followed Blacklock and Porter to Rainbow Brook, where he lay on the bank and watched them as they fished. After a time he fell asleep.. : “He'll be back at Pineville to-night!” growled Hec. “Te’s just fool enough to go back there.” “Well, what are you going to do about that?” “T have an idea. We'll keep him away.” “How ?” “There’s an old fisherman’s shanty farther up the brook. Let’s tie him and chuck him in there.” Blacklock hesitated over this. “ The basket stood a short distance from Wiley, and = Rand opened it in search of some hooks he had for-. gotten to take in his pocket. The flask was in that basket, and Rand found it empty. “The fool’s finished that stuff for us, Porter,’ he said. “He ought to be pretty well fixed now.” “He wont’ give us any trouble at all,” asserted Hec. “We can handle him easily.” . When Cap’n Wiley awoke some hours later he found himself bound and helpless in the old fisherman’s hut. “It’s all off with me!’ he muttered. “The sheriff's got me at last.” * *K aK 2K * * * Frank Merriwell brought his brother back to Pine- ville that evening, and then departed for Happy Camp. Dick was informed that Wiley had been absent since shortly after mid-day. No one seemed to have an idea of what had ieee of the sailor. One of the hotel boys brought Merriwell a slip of : paper, explaining that he had received it from the | marine marvel, who was lingering in the vicinity of — the inn, ae The paper proved to be a sheet torn from a note- book. On it was some scrawling writing which looked like Wiley’s chirography. - This was what Dick tead: eee “Marr Ricuarp: In the midst of my perplexity and tantibulation of soul, I appeal to you for advice 8 and counsel. Last night I unwisely ventured into Slab- town and attended a Polka Mazourka. : I'll not distress you with the harrowing details. Let it be sufficient to say that my tonsils became parched, and I moistened them with something besides agua pura. Now I’m charged with the heinous offense of appropriating a scrawny, spavined, ring-boned, mangy, twenty-seven- year-old horse. They have sworn out a warrant for my arrest, Richard. and weep. If I am pinched, it will break my tender heart. I’ve been told the sheriff is looking for me around Pineville. Hence, at this moment, I am linger- ing in seclusion at Split Rock, in the vicinity of the spring. I need, as I before remarked, your counsel and advice. Hasten to me without delay. Whisper no word of this to any other soul, for you might be watched and followed by the officers. to hearken unto my wail, I swear by all the codfishes of Matinicas that I shall do my best to sever my jugular vein with a pine-cone. If I can’t do that, you’re liable to find me shot—or half-shot. “Yours in gloom and suspenders, “Cap'n WILEY.” { “Just like him,” muttered Dick, finding it impossible to keep from laughing. “Always in trouble. I'll have to take him in hand.” As soon as possible he slipped away and took the path leading to the spring and Split Rock. It was dark alang that path, for there was no moon, yet Dick _ knew every step of the way, and in a short time he reached the rock, ' Pausing to listen, he heard no sound save the slight nocturnal hum of the woods, = “Wiley,” he called cautiously “Wiley, where are you?” . There was a movement, and a moment later he saw a dark figure approaching. . _ Then he heard a rustle behind him. Hates he could turn, a blanket was thrust over his head, his feet were kicked from beneath him, and ee was hurled to the nk ground. CHAPTER X. HEC TELLS HIS FATHER. was walking up and down a path near the inn when : phe observed three persons apptoaching through the _ darkness. a © halted, placed their heads close together, and seemed be to be whispering. ‘Directly he heard one of them 889); —*T believe it’s my dad.” a = vou, | Hector . called | Porter, TIP TOP WEEKLY. I pause here to moisten my pencil : If you refuse © ae you a bit for being sore. In a disgruntled, dissatisfied mood Horace Porter As he paused and looked at them they | championship.” “ ppnaet ee over a ee “Sure,” was the answer. “It’s all right fellows; it’s the goy’nor.”’ é “Who's with your” questioned Mr. Porter sus- a piciously. “Some friends,” was the answer, as the trio ap- proached. “This is my father, Mr. Cutleff. Father, this is Mr. Cutleff, the new manager of the Madawaska baseball-team.”’ Yar-r-r-r!”’ to me about baseball! about it! Madawaska needs a new manager. needs a new team. She can’t beat a carpet.” Hec clapped his hand over his mouth to repress a Leaning toward Blacklock, he whispered be- hind that hand: “Did you catch that? The old boy tore off a fine piece of slang then, didn’t he? Ginger! but he’s sore.” snarled the senior Porter. “Dpn’t talk I don’t want to hear a word She “T agree with you that the Madawaska team has shown up very poorly,” said Cutleff, “but the trouble is wholly in the management. Benjamin Brace doesn’t know any more about handling a ball-team than I know about piloting. an ocean liner. His players have taken advantage of him. They can be made to play the game, but they needed a manager that would knock their heads together and pound them into line. I know something of your baseball experience from — the lips of your son, Mr. Porter, and I don’t blame | It’s perfectly ridiculous to — think of two teams made up of boys heading this: league. Why, no ball-team can win if it’s indifferent. The way to win is to fight. You'll see Madawaska as. fight after this.” , Sane “What good will it do!” retorted Horace Porter. “Tt’s too late now.. Madawaska can’t get anywhere.” “But she can prevent Pineville from taking they oh championship, and she'll do it, sir.’ re “Never! never! never!” rasped the elder Pang’ ‘Don’t tell me! How’s she going to do it?” - “Somehow-anyhow,” answered Cutleff, “I don’t halt at little things, Mr, Porter. When I decide to — accomplish anything, I accomplish it. They can’t hold | me down. I do it by hook or by crook, by fair means or foul, and it don’t make a particle of difference a ay whether it’s fair or foul. That’s baseball.” “Yes, that’s baseball,” admitted Horace Porter. “The whole business is rotten. If Pineville should happen to lose, Frank Merriwell’s team would get the “I presume you'd ‘rather gee. that than to “hay. “T’d \like to see Springer get it in the neck. He grins every time he sees me.” - “He'll get it in the neck, Mr. Porter,” lock. “This is my father, Rand,’ said Hec, introducing the younger rascal. “Father, this is Rand Blacklock. He’s interested in the success of Silver Springs. He’s willing to bet that Madawaska will down Pineville to-morrow.” “Don’t talk to me about betting. Only fools bet.” “Wise men bet on sure things,”’-said Blacklock. “There are no sure things in baseball. With Dick Merriwell in the game, Madawaska can’t ever be sure of winning from Pineville.” “With Dick Merriwell in the game, that’s true,” admitted Rand, chuckling mirthlessly. “But’ he-——-” began Hector. “You'll excuse me,” interrupted Carter Cutleff. “If you don’t mind, I'll saunter along toward the hotel.” Cutleff had perceived that Hector was about to tell his father something that had recently happened, and the Madawaska manager did not wish to be present when the revelation was made. Therefore, he turned and strode away toward the inn. nodded Black- Blacklock instantly comprehended the motive of Cutleff, and decided it would be a good thing for him to follow Cutleff’s example. Therefore he called to - the manager and hurried after him, leaving the Por- ters together. ey oe “Where. have you / i Porter. Be “I was just about to tell you, dad,” said Hee, in a _ half-whisper. “We've been putting up a job on Pine- ville. We've got Pineville by the throat.” “T don’t believe it, I don’t believe it.” “T'll convince you. This man, Cutleff, is a nervy _ fellow, and he is ready to take advantage of anything _ that will work in his favor. We told him about Wiley and the missing Slabtown horse. What do you sup- _ pose he did. You couldn’t guess in a week. Well, dad, he just scared Wiley into a fit. Made the fellow believe he had stolen that horse when ‘loaded,’ and told him there was a warrant out for his arrest. Ad- vised Wiley to get out of Pineville as quick as he could. Then he came back and put Blacklock and myself on. We decided to make sure whether Wiley sneaked or not, so wé got on our fishing togs, took our rods, and trotted down the road as if striking out . ’ ‘ 5 been, Hec?’ questioned Mr. had slipped a flask into our basket, and he gave Wiley TIP TOP fishing. Sure enough, along came Wiley. Blacklock a drink, After that the sailor preferred to follow us WEEKLY. 19 rather than the road. We led him off up Rainbow Brook, and he finished the stuff in the flask without saying by your leave. Then he snoozed, and while he slept we tied him and sacked him into an old hut, where we left him bound hand and foot. He won’t be around to do any pitching to-morrow.” Hec followed with a nasal laugh of triumph. “What good will that do!” exclaimed Mr. Porter. “Wiley’s nothing but the change pitcher. It’s Merri- well the es depends on. Merriwell will be on hand to-morrow.’ _ “He! he!’ laughed Hee. “Of course he will.” “He! he! I don’t think so.” “You don’t think so?’ “No.” | “Why not?’ “Because I happen to know that at just this minute he’s tied up tighter than Wiley and tucked away in the same old hut.” The man clutched Hec by the shoulder. “Look here,’ he said, “it strikes me that you've been getting into dangerous business. I don’t approve of it, Hector. Give me the facts. How was it done?’ “This fellow, Blacklock, is a corker with the pen. On my word, dad, he can imitate any one’s hand-. writing; and when it comes down to a chap’s literary 3 style, he’s a wiz. You see, Wiley was missed. Mer- riwell was off at Wellsburg with his brother. When — Merriwell got back they told him about Wiley’s dis- appearance. Meantime, Blacklock had been faking up a nice little letter, imitating the Cap’n’s handwriting and style. He paid a boy to deliver that letter to Merriwell, saying Wiley had sent him. The letter claimed Wiley was in a lot of trouble, and wanted to see Merriwell alone over at Split Rock, near the spring. I thought it possible that Merriwell wouldn’t come, but he just trotted right into the trap. Black- lock, Cutleff, and I were waiting for him. We had a big blanket, and we just threw it over his head out. there in the darkness, pinned him to the ground, and tied him good and solid, and just sacked him off to the old Rainbow Brook hut.” , os “Bad business, bad business,” muttered Horace Por-’ ter. “When he gets — he'll make you suffer for this trick.” “T’d like to know how. “He don’t know Dick.” nodded Cutleff. TIP TOP WEEKLY, dred against it, and you can more than even up for I’ve learned that. ‘Wiley has been 1 bob up serenely, prepared to do. Til bet. “Oh, no,” retorted Rand, with a wise shake of his head, “I’m too slick for that. They won’t catch me.” “Maybe not,” admitted the Madawaska manager. “Tow are you going to get this to Buckhart ?” “T’ll find a way. Leave that to me.” Descending to the veranda, Blacklock was just in time to see the Porters coming up the steps. “Busy, Hec?” he questioned. “Not very,” was the reply. “Then, just a minute, please.” : He drew Hector aside, while Horace Porter entered the hotel. “I’ve fixed that fake note,” explained Rand, in a low tone. “I’ve put it in an envelope and written Buckhart’s name on the outside. Now I want you to do your part. Get that into Buckhart’s hand. No matter how ae do it, as long as he doesn’t know you delivered it.” “Perhaps I can’t,” muttered Hee. “Come, come,” up to you. muttered the dark-faced chap, “ What are you good for?” “T’'ll try it,” said Porter, accepting the note. Blacklock was left there on the veranda as Hec de- parted on his mission. rail, on which he rested his feet. “T rather enjoy this,” he meditated. “It reminds me of old times at Fairport, when Arlington was full” of just such schemes.” Far away in the stillness of the night sounded an automobile-horn. . “That must be Arlington and his sister returning from Wellsburg,” decided the chap on the veranda. A few minutes later the glaring lights of the ma- chine suddenly hove into view down the road that led — away into the woods. Up the hill came the auto ey a fine spurt, and not until near the top did the driver” throw into the intermediate gear. , | As Rand had surmised, that driver was Arlington, | with June at his side. The machine stopped at the. — steps, and Chester sprang out, assisting his sister as she alighted. : “Tl take care of everything to-night, sis,” he said. “Leave the stuff in the machine, It will be perfectly safe.” “All right, Chester.” Blacklock pulled his cap over his eyes as the an came up the steps. He did not lift his head as she passed, and, happening to be i ina shadow, Me was not : i re } es Ly oie He drew a chair toward the z “? p> tA 7 a tye seen % i oe | and rs eon | least -wror se You’ ‘ o blam | least!” growled Rand. The moment June disappeared within the hotel Rand _ spoke. “Hello, Chet!” he called. “Eh?” breathed Arlington, pausing as he was about to step back into the machine, ‘Who is it?” “Blacklock.” “What ??~ With two bounds Arlington was up the steps. His first impulse seemed to be to grasp Rand’s hand, but suddenly he checked himself and fell back, as if on the point of retreating. He had suddenly remembered Dick Merriwell’s warning to cut out old associates who might lead him to forget his good resolutions. “I didn’t expect to see you back here,” he muttered. Blacklock rose to his feet. _ “What's the matter?” was his question. “You don’t 4 seem pleased.” Re “Oh, I’m—I’m glad to see you,” faltered Chester, | De, and knew he lied weakly when he said it. “Well, you're decidedly unenthusiastic, to say the : “Things have been going | | -wrong for you, I fancy. That’s what’s the matter. - You’re sore on account of Pineville’s luck. I don’t blame you, but you'll see a change now.” “T hardly think so.” ° ) _“That’s because you don’t know what’s going on. Madawaska will win to-morrow.” “If I were inclined to bet, I'd go you oe os that.” If you want to bet, old It’s settled. “And lose your money. man, bet on Madawaska. It’s a cinch. E ter hactehed up. | ‘Hold on,’ acklock. “Cut it out.” TIP, TOP” WEEKLY. nervously pacing up and down in the vicinity of the ’ he said \w amingly, shaking ‘is bead at “Why, Arlington’s all right.” “Cut it out,” repeated Hec, “He’s got paresis. He’s had a spasm of virtue ever since we got loaded over at Happy Camp. You can’t tell where he stands. He’s been decidedly top-lofty toward me. He thinks he’s too good for me.” “Well claimed Arlington contemptuously. , that wouldn’t be much to my credit!’ ex “Ta, ta, boys; I’m going to put up my machine.” Descending the steps, he sprang up to the driver's seat, backed away and drove round to the building at the rear of the hotel, which served as a garage. CHAPTER XII. TO FILL DICK’S PLACE. In. spite of the note which he believed Dick had a written, Buckhart grew nervous as the following fore- noon slipped away and Merriwell failed to reappear. “Can’t help feeling something’s gone wrong with Pa i a my pard,” he thought. It’s mighty singular, any way Lge ee you put it. I don’t undetstand why he didn’t tell some of the fellows instead of writing that note to me.” He took the note from his pocket and read it once more from beginning to end. . . o Fb get ready for the game, and depend on him to turn oo up. Shortly after 1 o’clock Chester Arlington saw Brad~ “Well, [ll follow instructions,” he muttered. hotel, pausing now and then to stare down the road | ot look toward the lake. | Chet hurried out and spoke to the Texan. “Pardon me, Buckhart,”’ he said respectfully, “T want to ask a question. Where’s Merriwell?” Brad wheeled on him like an irritated Newfound- land dog. . “Perhaps you know!” tie rasped, duis his teeth, “But I don’t know,” declared Arlington earnestly, _ “T’ve been wondering over his absence. it’s time for Madawaska to be here, and Merriwell’s gone.” “T suppose you’re glad of that.” “It's natural for you to suppose so. time, I’m not glad of it, Buckhart.” = At the same — 22 TIP. ‘TOP Brad laughed mirthlessly. “Say, what are you throwing*into me!” he ex- “You must take me for a chump. You I know you claimed. ean’t bluff me any whatever, Arlington. through and through, and you’re bad from your cuticle You hear me warble!” said Chester, in such a mild manner that the Texan was still more astonished. “Still, I wish you'd tell me the facts. I wish you’d tell me what has become of Merriwell.” “Get out,” ordered Buckhart. anything.” to the marrow in your bones, “T don’t blame you for thinking that,” “T won't tell you Shrugging his shoulders, Chet turned away. Twenty minutes later the Madawaska team landed at Happy Camp pier. They came up the path, looking like a formidable aggregation of ball-tossers, and were met by their manager. During the forenoon Cutleff had made a few small bets on his team. Horace Porter observed this, and a strong desire to follow Cutleff’s example seized upon him. For awhile he fought the temptation, but finally succumbed, and went looking for bets. “Just to make it interesting,” he would say, “I don’t mind putting up something on this game in case I can find any one willing to offer odds on Pineville.” He found several. Buckhart was in a “grouch” as he changed his reg- ular clothes for his playing suit. To those who ques- tioned him he persisted in declaring that Dick would be on hand to begin the game. As the Texan left the cottage to look for Merriwell once more he again encountered Arlington, who seemed to be waiting for him. “Buckhart,”’ said Chet, “something has. happened to Merriwell. I feel it in my bones.” “If anything’s happened to him, you had a hand in: it!” rasped the Texan bitterly. “He disappeared last ‘night, and he hasn’t returned.” “At what time did he disappear ?”’ “Around nine o’clock.” “Tt was nine-forty-five when I arrived heft from a: Wellsburg. If you think I had anything to do with _ Merriwell’s disappearance, ask my sister, She'll tell WEEKLY. you if I’m speaking the truth. He came back from Wellsburg ahead of me. Here’s June now. Ask her ——ask her.” June had discovered Chester, and hurried wp. “See here, sis,” said Arlington, “Merriwell’s gone, and there may be foul play. Buckhart thinks I had something to do with the disappearance of Dick. He vanished at about 9 o’clock last evening. What time did we get here from Wellsburg ?” “It was nearly ten,” answered June. “I know you had nothing to do with it, Chester. I’ll give Brad my word on that, and I’m sure he ought to believe me.” ” said Buckhart. “As faf as you know, your brother had nothing to do with it.” “T believe you, June, “And I know positively that he had nothing to do with it. Don’t you think Dick will show up?” “Well, I’m sure hoping he will.” “What if he doesn’t?” “Then we're in a bad fix,” “Who will pitch?” | We haven't got a man that can hold confegsed the Texan. “T don’t know. Madawaska down.” With a sudden impulse Arlington cried: “Give me a chance!” “What?” gasped Brad. “Give me a_ chance,” 1 repeated Chester “Come, Buckhart, just give me one show. start the game. Let me go into the box and try to save this game for Pineville.” | “Your sister being present, I can’t express myself precisely as | would otherwise.” eagerly. Let me “T swear I'll pitch that game for all there is in me. | I’ll work like a dog. Try me—try me.” “You'd throw the game as sure as you're living.” “Tf you see I’m doing anything like that, kick me 2 Tar and — I know — out of the box!” panted Chet. “Mob me! feather me! Do anything you like to me! you can’t believe me honest, but for once, at least, in my life I am. I realize I’ve done Merriwell more than one rotten turn, and I’d ‘like this chance to reclaim myself. EB Brad’s arm. . : Ere “Oh, I hope you believe him!” she exclaimed. — bein Athrob with eagerness, June aban her hands. on. j TIP TOP know he’s sincere, Brad—I know it. He will try. Just give him a chance.” ease eae Fete F, muttered the “The boys would certain mob me,” ae _ Texan. “They wouldn’t stand for it.” “T’ll talk to them,” Til fix it, Brad.” / | Buekhart took a long deep breath. . i “Well,” | _ give Chester a chance? You'll let him pitch if I fix it breathed June. ‘“T’ll tell them. she faltered, “if Dick—doesn’t come--you'll ‘ 1 with the rest of the boys?” Brad nodded. Filled with excitement, June hurried toward the | . cottage. ; Buckhart turned, and his eyes seemed to pierce Ar- e lington, who was unflinching beneath that gaze. a “Look here, you!” rasped the Texan. “If you were ever on the level in your life—which I doubt—you’d . Fetter be so to-day! Bees >t} If I find that you’re throwing the game, out you go, and the next time we meet up with each other I'll pound the everlasting stuffing out of you as sure as my name is Buckhart! You hear ee s me murmur!” CHAPTER XIII. RECLAIMED. a: Imagine the astonishment of the spectators and the Madawaska players when Arlington went into the box for Pineville, Rand Blacklock and Hector Porter could taxdly ieve the evidence of their eyes. ‘Well, what do you think of that!” exclaimed Hee, _ through his nose, | “Arlington is going to pitch for ineville.” A slow smile crept over Blacklock’s grim face. “You'll see re ‘Don’ t saya word,” he said. “Dash i ie abet: itt? spluttered Porter. eculiar feeling that he’s going to do his best to win.’ “Never,” asserted Rand. “He may pitch one or Pp portunity to let Madawaska get a safe lead.” “What's ee what's thiet es Nae Sane oor the WEEKLY. “T’ve ee a wo innings fairly well, but he'll improve the first 23 *Am I Why, Chester, you must be getting first batter, as he trotted out with-his elub; seeing things? weak-minded in your old age,” “He'll be a mark,” observed Grady, from the bench. “He wasn’t fast enough for us, and Silver Springs shook him after we gave him the bounce.” It must be confessed that the Pineville players took s Ale persuasion had mduced them. to give the field with deep apprehension in their hearts. though June's Chester the chance, the boys had neither confidence nor hope that anything save defeat lay before them. * Arlington was pale, and he felt his nerves quivering a bit. tering away after their usual manner with Merriwell He longed to hear the players behind him chat- in the box, but not one of them spoke. Their faces, without an exception, wore the look of mourners at a funeral. “Ha! ha! ha!” cackled Jessup, Madawaska’s third- baseman. “That’s a jolly-looking aggregation! T ney I be sadder when we get done with them,” Buckhart adjusted the mask, crouched behind the bat, and gave Arlington a signal. Chet rubbed the clean new ball on the grass and prepared to- pitch. The very first ball from his hands struck Sherwood - in the ribs, and the umpire sent him to first. “Well, well, well!” yawped Jessup, dancing onto the “Isn't it a shame! coaching-line. Isn’t it perfectly !” ; awful! Still not a word from the Pineville nares As Grady stepped into the box Buckhart signaled again. | Arlington set t his teeth and fis the ball over, Grady hit it and lifted an infield fly, which was cap- tured by Bradley. “Accident, accident!” barked the Madawaska cap. tain. “Never mind that, fellows! Get after that marks! Pound him, Brutus!” Brutus let two balls pass, both being wide, and one a _ nearly getting away from Buckhart, oe “He'll pitch it over the foul-board in a minute ! . 4 ‘ered: Jepstp.. 9X. o 5 | ee Then Arlington set his jaws and: settled diieae to show them the sort of stuff of which he was made. of y 24 An in shoot fooled Brutus. “Strike!” announced the umpire. Chet followed with a drop. Brutus missed it. “Strike two!” came from the umpire. “Never mind that! never mind that!’’ Jessup cried. You know how to biff it! You know where to put it!” Then came a bender that proved to be a ball. “Got him! got him!’’ shouted the coacher. wild! He can’t find the pan!” “One is all you need, Brute! ““He’s Arlington took his time, holding Sherwood close to” first. shoot and cut the plate. ‘ Finally, he whistled over a ball that took a sharp Brutus had been deceived into thinking the ball When it was too late he realized it might be a Nevertheless, he dropped his bat and started wide. strike. for first. '“You’re out!” cried the umpire. Arlington expected some applause, but dead silence ensued. “They still think me crooked!” he inwardly ex- claimed. “I can’t blame them, but I’ll do my best to _ show them their mistake.” Jessup galloped in, seized a bat, and took his place to hit. “Tf T can only cut this fellow down!” thought Chester. Buckhart called for a rise. Chet whipped it over, and the ball seemed to len above Jessup’ s bat as the Madawaska man slashed. “Stri-i-i-i-ke!” : | The next was an in shoot, and again Jessup missed. Buckhart called for a drop, but Chet shook his head. Brad made a signal for a rise, and again Arlington shook his head. Then the Texan changed the signal to an in shoot. It came whistling from Chester's fingers, and for the third time Jessup found nothing but empty air. Hector Porter jabbed Blacklock in the ribs. “What do you think now ?”’ he questioned huskily. “Oh, that was clever on Arlington’s part. rs ing: his best to fool ’ em. een eee all you have g to do.” — | He’s do- TIP TOP: WEEKLY. Pineville was not at all successful in her half, for ie neither Gardner, Buckhart, nor Bradley reached first. é In the second inning, Chester surprised every one, i. | and disgusted Madawaska, by fannjng three men in . quick succession. . i, “By Jim!” muttered Obediah Tubbs, as he waddled in from the field, purty good show.” “if he keeps that up, we’ve guta | Darrell fouled the ball several times, but finally | drove out a scratch-single and reached first. It was Arlington’s turn to hit. Chester walked out and dumped down a little bunt that took Hal to second. ie This sacrifice proved of value to the locals, for Jol- b- liby sauntered into the box and laced out a two-bagger | that scored Hal. 4 ] Dave Flint hit the ball hard, lifting it toward right | t field. Brutus got under it, but Jolliby romped to third | __ after the catch. Big Bob Singleton had a chance to add another run | ~ by hitting safely, but he rolled an easy grounder to Grady, and was thrown out. “Well, tered Jolliby. POR ht ee 32 they cuc-cuc-cuc-can’t whitewash us,” mut- “That’s one sus-sus-satisfaction.” Madawaska’s pitcher proved to be a mark for Chet. He went down on strikes in double-quick order, and the | 4 final man of the batting-list was retired a moment later | _ on an easy foul, that fell into Buckhart’s mitt. E “Come, come, Sherwood,” urged Grady, “let’s get started.” Sherwood smashed a fearful liner straight at Chet. — The ball nearly lifted aetna off his feet, but he-held 5 it for the third out. Lx At last there was a faint burst of applause from the spectators, and some of the Pineville players smiled as. they trotted in to the bench. Chester said nothing. He showed no desire for praise, and he sat apart by himself on one end of the: bench. | | : Tubbs put up a little fly, Gardner fanned, and Brad ley was an easy out, sleet to first. ig “Get onto this mark now,’ "urged Jessup. “You the fellow to do it, Mike.” \ Sead tir fh Grady tried hard to connect with Arlington’s benders, but at last Chet was pitching in fine form, his heart sustained by confidence, and his nerves steady as i ie iron. Grady made three fouls, and ended by fanning. Brutus batted an easy one to Gardner, who whipped 1 i it across to Singleton for the second put-out. a Re Jessup sent a grounder down inside the first base- line. Singleton smothered it and stepped onto first. At last the spectators realized what Arlington was doing. At last they comprehended that in four straight _ innings only thirteen batters had faced the Pineville it | pitcher. And now there was a general round of ‘ applause. 1- | Earl Gardner beamed on Chet and grasped his hand. er a “You're pitching for your life, old fellow,” said | Earl. “If you win this game, it ought to wipe clean ht 4 the slate against you.” rd | “I’m going to win it if I can,” said Chet quietly. Buckhart, Pineville’s first batter in the fourth, _ dumped a bunt in front of the plate, and made first on to e this surprise for Madawaska. ‘ : _ Darrell followed with a bunt and was thrown out, | but Brad arrived at second. ute; oe He walked out to the plate and found the first ball passed up by Not only did he find it, but he hit it hard and fair, lacing it out on a line Once more Arlington was the hitter. ret. the _ By eT IG 4 -Madawaska’s pitcher. Buckhart scored from second, for it was a hand- get "some two-bagger. “Dern his picter !’’ iaseated Obediah Tubbs, unable ‘het... to contain himself longer; “he’s right there with the — ale goods. Arter this game is over I’m goin’ to hang a punkin pie on his bosom.” Rand Blacklock was pale with anger. “Wait until I get hold of Arlington!” he muttered. the das “Oh, now you see you were mistaken,” ‘Hector Porter. “I told you he couldn’t be trusted. I told you what to expect.” Horace Porter came hurrying up. “Somebody must get that fellow out of the box!” hissed. He must be forced out of the game!” ‘How are you going to do it, Mr. Porter >” asked TIP? TOP, WEEKLY. Tubbs. spluttered | “Can't you do it?” “Tt isn’t likely.” “Won't you try it?” — “Tl say something to him.” Jolliby and Flint both failed to reach first, but an- other run had been added to Pineville’s credit. The fifth inning proved no more successful for the visitors than had the ones before it. faced Chet. Blacklock appeared behind Pineville’s bench and leaned over Arlington to whisper in his ear.: Only three men “Step out here. I want to speak to you.” Chet turned and looked Rand squarely in the eyes. “You can speak with me after the game,” he said, loud enough for the boys to hear. busy.” “That’s right, dern your picter!” squeaked Obediah “Just now I’m too “You go chase yourself!” Pineville added no runs in her half of the fifth. The sixth inning was soon over, and still the visitors needed two tallies to tie. In the first of the seventh things began to happen. Sherwood led off with a single. Grady advanced him with a sacrifice. Brutus singled to right field, and Sherwood scored. Jessup grinned maliciously as he waited for Chet to put the ball over. This man had a good eye, and he waited patiently for Arlington to put the ball over. Chester delivered his first pass. | Wallace danced out, and was hit on the hip with the first ball pitched. : The bases were filled. Only one man was out, and Madawaska felt sure that she would take the lead then and there. Brad Buckhart hesitated. “T’ve got to take Arlington out,” he thought. “TE knew what he’d do. Who can I put in?” . * x * * iS ae * Madge Morgan started for Pineville that afternoon on horseback. Half-way on her journey her horse stumbled and sustained a strain that made him very lame. Hees on — legs. » In a short time he was barely able to a é , 26 ‘After leading him more than a mile, Madge finally decided to leave the horse and make a short cut through the woods. She hitched the animal to a tree and struck out on this short cut, As she was looking for a place to ford Rainbow Brook a sound reached her ears that caused her to pause and listen. As this sound was not repeated, she lifted her voice in a musical ery that rang through the woods. In answer she heard it again, and this time she fancied it was a smothered cry for help. Following up the course of the brook, she soon came to the old fisherman’s hut. The door was closed and barred by a heavy prop placed against it on the outside. As she paused there she distinctly heard that cry for help repeated within the hut. The. girl hastily removed the prop and flung open the door. By the light thus admitted she discovered two figures lying on the hard ground floor of the hut. A moment later she was. bending over Dick Merri- well, | “Dick, Dick,” she cried, “what does this mean?” “And the prayer of the needy shall be heard i in the land,’ Timothy, 1oth, 16th,” quoted Cap’n Wiley. “I told you I was going to howl as long as I had any voice left, Richard. You will now perceive that my ‘An angel hath ap- Also Timothy roth, 16th.” , It did not take Madge Morgan long to set them free; and they made all haste toward Pineville, ex- yawps have produced a result. peared unto us.’ plaining to the girl while on their way. ahs Ae tt ae * * 5 With the bases filled and only one man out, Buck- hart hesitated. Pe in a hopeless way, he gave a pret : . ; Arlington caused Wallace to fan. Not only once did he do this, but three times, and the disgusted batter | oe to the Betiehty, = 24 | r _ Sparrow was seething for a safe hit, but Chet had ‘suddenly become invulnerable once more, and Mada- ae waska’ s first-baseman met the fate of Wallace. _ Dhere was a great shout from the spectators. Tt was (3 “not wholly a ges of applets for Avlington, as, at | TIP TOP. WEEKLY. that moment, covered with dirt and perspiration, Dick Merriwell, followed by Madge Morgan and» Cap'n ia Wiley, came trotting over the brow of the hill. When Dick’s comrades saw him they yelled them- ik selves hoarse with joy. “They rushed toward him, 1s | lifted him, and bore him to the bench. ‘How does the game stand?” asked Merriwell. “Two to one in our favor, partner,”’ answered Buck- hart, “and we'll trim them, now that yee re here.” “Who's been pene % 7 “Chet Arlington.” Dick opened his lips, but checked the exclamation Instead of giving utterance to it, he turned regi char cred that rose. and thrust out his hand to Chester. ae Arlington accepted that hand, a smile of satisfac- {| tion on his face. ¥ “Merriwell,” he said, “I’ve been trying to square up. I’ve done my level best for you to-day, but ’'m glad you're here. You've told me more than once that be Sh weakened if I tried to pitch a full game, and I came ost near slumping in that last inning. For goodness’ sake, a } in hi _ Topy get into your suit and pitch this game out.” Dick rushed away to Merry Cot, and was back apain in his playing suit before it was necessary to enter | the box. ae His appearance sealed the fate of Madawaska. The | : one run secured by the visitors in the seventh was the only tally they obtained that afternoon. es In a measure, Arlington had reclaimed himself." ‘And in all the Blue Hills no girl was as happy as June. that night. The Next Number (547) Will Contain ie DICK MERRIWELL’S TOP-NOTCH OR, TIP ‘TOP WEEKLY. 27 NEW YORK, September 29, 1906, TERMS TO TIP TOP WEEKLY MAIL SUBSCRIBERS. (Postage Free.) Single Copies or Back Numbers, 5c. Bach. @ 650." |. One year............. 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Allan G. Brown, New York State. Fred, Henthorne, Ohio. Pauline Schneider, St. Louis, Mo. Antonio Broggi, Bisuschio, Lombardia, Italy. William McIntosh, New York City. Dummy, Jacksonville, Fla. Joseph A. Curtin, Massachusetts. P. T. Weymouth, laine. - John Gernon, Louisiana. Sidney Wood, [lissouri, ? The names of other enthusiastic Tip Toppers will be added from ime to time. Send in the result of your efforts to push the circula- tion of your favorite weekly and win a place on the ‘Roll of Honor. : APPLAUSE. ‘Owing to the number of letters teceived, the editors of Tip Top not undertake to secure their publication under six weeks. Those contribute to this department must not expect to see them before time. t “ I hope you will permit one of the old Tie Top readers to oc- ‘cupy a little space in the Applause column. ie was born in Italy, and came to America when a baby. I vent to school. When I was old enough to read I bought one f the Tip Tops, because I heard the teacher scolding a boy ecause he was reading a Tip Top instead of studying. So I Bee I am going to buy one after school and see what like. ‘ did so, and after that I have been one of Tir Top’s readers. -he worst about the Tie Top is that you have to wait once a I would like one every day. . lave not missed a number from No. 11 to No. 478. When to the Gardens of Europe, which/is Italy, I bought many ese novels. : ie es are Dick and Frank and Brad. My enemies are. Arlington and his toadies. Burt L. Standish is a corker, all right! Many of my companions here in Italy do not like the Trp Top because it is short. I was half-tickled to death when I found could have some more come from America. Cheer up, old Fardale and wipe your tears, for Dick Merriwell is back again. Whoop her up! Whoop her up! Cheer up, you Fardale lads, and give Chet Arlington the bounce! _I will write again when-I touch American soil and go to Barre, Vt. ANTONIO Broce. Bisuschio, Lombardia, Italy. Trp Top.has readers in every country. Here is an Italian boy, formerly living in the Green Mountain State, who writes to the Applause column from far-away, sunny Italy. His name will be placed on the Roll of Honor. (A letter from Ohio.) Friends, loyal readers of either sex, lend me your ears. I come to praise Burt L., not to imitate him. (For that, ’tis impossible to do.) The evil that Chet has done has been turned to good, And Dick’s noble deeds to fairy-tales, By those known as the “Kickers.” The noble kickers have told you Dick is wrong; If ’twere so, I’d stop and never read the paper more. Here, under leave of Burt L. and S. & S. (Who print a Tie Top paper)— One for all the boys and girls to read), Come I to defend Dick’s. cause; He is our friend, horiest, and just to all. But the kickers say he is impossible, And they are honorable men. He hath done many good deeds to all, Whose renown hath filled the whole world full. Does this in Dick seem wrong? When the most depraved men have tried to do him harm, He hath forgiven, and hath made all his friends. Yet the kickers say he is impossible, And they are all honorable men. You all remember that when Chet did try To throw him down and out of Fardale School, Dick did forgive and try t§ make a friend of him. Was this wrong? Yet the kickers say he is impossible, And sure, they are honorable men. I speak here to disprove what the kickers say, And here am I to say what I believe: You all do love Dick, not without cause. What cause with- halds you, then, to defend your dearest hero? O Judgment! thou hast fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason. With apologies to Mr. Shakespeare, Forp GAMBER. An Ohio Pedagague. A clever parody of Mark Antony's speech, in which our Ohio pedagogue champions the cause of Dick Merriwell. , As I have been a reader of Tip Top for some time, I take the liberty to write a few lines in the Applause. I think it is the best weekly published. My favorites are Frank, Dick, Bart and Brad, but I can’t help liking Sparkfair and young Joe Crowfoot better. Philadelphia, Pa. . JosePH FRoELicH. Here is a reader who likes Dale very much. uel : ae I have read Tre Top from No 1 to date, following eagerly the trials and successes of Frank in his trip to Europe, the less of his fortune, his regaining of it, his return to Yale, and after- ~ ward his winning the baseball championship in Maplewood. I can say with truth I never missed a line in those years. I remember I was almost crazy waiting for it. When Dick came, he instantly became my hero. pes Must we stand still and let another by the name of Sparkfair a take dear old Dick’s place in our hearts? No! Never! - Lately we read nothing but Farnham Hall stories, instead of _ ain 28 DIPSEOP WEBEKLY. Fardale. Of course, I like Farnham Hall, but, above all others, give me Merry’s old flock and Dick:Merriwell’s flock. Loyat Tip Topper to Dicx. Perhaps you will like Dale better after reading more about e him. (A letter from Mass.) I have read your famous Tie Tor Weexty for the last five years, and I like it better than any other library: . The boys around here who read it say there are no such things as letters being written to you for the Applause column, so: I thought I would write and find out. _ Frank and Dick are fine models for the American boy. I like Dave Flint and Darrell best of Dick’s set. Where are all Frank’s old friends—Harry Rattl eton, Jack Ready, Bink Stubbs, Danny Griswold, Jim Hooker, etc.? I should like to hear of Dave Flint’s brother Billy? lame Jack and his sister Nell, and Felicia and her father. Steve Gay. Also, We have sent you a catalogue, and also publish your letter, so that your friends can see for themselves whether you were right or wrong. Having read the Tip Top Weexty ever since No. 350, I thought I would write a word in praise of the book, its world- renowned author, Burt L. Standish, and also Street & Smith. n our neighborhood we have a club, and voted to take some weekly book at a news-stand. I suggested Tire Top, and then a debate came up, in which another fellow and I took the part. of Ti? Tor, which won by a unanimous vote of 18 to 0. I feel sure that the news-dealer in our neighborhood will have an extra ten or twelve calls for the Tip Tor WEEKLY. I like Dick, Brad, Frank, and Bart the best of all, although the rest are simply. fine. WittrAM McIntosH. New York City. -Your name will appear on the Honor Roll. (A letter from Virginia.) I thought I would write and sing my praise of Tip Tor. I was induced to read one last May, and haven’t missed a copy since. I have beén getting all I could since, I have raked to- gether about 150 old numbers. € want as many old ones as I can get. ‘ I like Frank, Jack, Bart, Bruce, and Hans. 1 think the Chink cook would work fine. I like Dick, Brad, Big Bob, and Tubbs. I was glad to see Frank marry Inza.- Dale was out there with the goods, and he could deliver them, too, _ Although Chet A. was Dick’s enemy, I can’t help admiring him. I do hope he reforms for June’s sake, A Tip Topper ‘forever. ; W. T. M. We have a great many Virginia readers. ee _ Have read the Tire Top for the last seven years, and this is the first time I ever wrote to your Applause column. Nearly all my. friends read it. We have to pay ten cents to get it in bs ap but it doesn’t matter, as long as we can get it each wee LT would like to hear more*of Old Joe Crowfoot. \Victoria, British Columbia. Harry AARONSON,’ - Tip Top is as popular on the other side of the line as it is in the States, (Al letter sci Illinois. ) i don’t suppose the Applause ever had a contribution from a deaf-and-dumb Tir Tor admirer. This does not signify, how- ever, that the “dummies” do not read the popular weekly. At school in Jacksonville there are twelve or fourteen boys who buy it regularly, and many others eagerly read them after the origi- nal owners. have devoured the contents. As it is now vacation, I am certain a great many who read at school ‘ ‘second-hand, ” now ; “ their own copies, erhaps no readers of the Tip Top enjoy the weekly more _ than my companions and I. This will be understood in, one _ phase if one stops to think’ and. consider that the sparkling con- aCe earried on by the eee is another world to us. for Dick. You readers who can hear slang and puns fail to get the ex- treme enjoyment that we do who are deaf. That reminds me of some people who visit our school, and are surprised that we mutes can read and write. Everything we do that is the least natural they think is wonderful. They seem to think because one is a “dummy” he must necessarily be an ignoramus. Am glad to state that people with such ideas are in the miriority. We Tire Tor. enthusiasts at this place have had many in- teresting “talks” about the characters, plots, etc., and become quite excited at times when we all wish to be “seen” talking at the same time. Last February or March we went so far in our discussions as to ask one of our preceptors to read one of the Tip Tops and then to give us his opinion. He surprised us by telling us that he had already read one of them he had found in the dormitory. He said that, though he did not wish to openly encourage the read- ing of the weeklies, because some people unwittingly might con- strue the wrong meaning to his words, he would say this: “Concerning the moral teachings of the Werrxty, they were — undoubtedly a benefit to the readers. Harm might come to the boys in your condition”—mutes—‘“on account of the free-and-easy manner of conversation which some characters assumed. It might demoralize your grammar.’ All in all, we boys considered this quite a compliment to Tip Tor, coming from such a conservative mind. DumMy. It is pleasing to know that Tip Tor not only gives so much | pleasure to its thousands of readers enjoying the use of all their faculties, but is a source of comfort and helps smooth the hard — lot of some of our friends whose affliction deprives them of many — things not denied to those less unfortunate. This letter shows so much feeling that every one can see that the words of our | young friend come right from the heart. Tip Top is a real solace and joy to him and his mates. His name will appear on the Roll of Honog. | rm) Having read Tip Top, the king of weeklies, for the past five — years, I thought I would take the liberty of expressing my opinion | of it. Dick is my favorite, and I like all his friends, especially | Brad and Dave, Dale Sparkfair, in my opinion, can never come up to the same level with Dick, and I don’t think June was true . to Dick when she made so much over Dale in No. 523. But, still, I admire Dale for his many sterling qualities. - Of the girls, I like June the best, and I think she is the ee i CLARA RANGSTROM. Newark, N. J. Dick is a noble young man, and deserves the love of a charming girl, who can and is willing to make him happy. - (A letter from Mississippi.) IT have been veatita Tie Tor for three years, and think itis | the best weekly ever published. I have cut out all the others, — and only read Tip Top now. e I like all the characters in the Tie Top Weexkty, but I like — Dick’s crowd best, as I have read more about them. IT have given several of the boys in my town copies of Tip_Tor, and nearly every boy here reads them now. Irvin M. Fox. Dick and his friends are a jolly crowd. (A letter from Georgia.) I have always been a lover of good stories. ago I read my first Trp Tor, and, indeed, they are Bart L. Standish is, in my opinion, the greatest writer living. About two. years “tip top.’ Of the characters, Dale Sparkfair is my favorite. He is the best talker that has ever “happened.” I hope that Madge can get out in civilization. I think she could show even June a few © things. ERNEST Rowse, teaders. (A letter from Massachusetts.) Having read the Tip Tor from No. 1 to date, I want Pe "Sa 2 press my praise for the King of Weeklies, and let you know how I helped increase . its circulation. Last fall our football-team — won its’ first pens and [ remarked ta one of the ae TIP TOP he played like Dick Merriwell, and he asked me if I read those things. I replied that I did, and let him take one. The result is that he has been reading all the back numbers in the Medal Library, as well as the numbers since the time of his com- mencement. He is only one of about 10 that I have got reading the Tie Top. Frank, Dick, and Dale are my particular favorites. Jack Ready these days? Frank’s new school is certainly a grand idea, so is the league in the Blue Hills. 2-1 on Pineville. I am a lover of all athletic sports. I think I will. close, with three cheers for Tip Top, Burt L., and S. & S. JosepH A. CuRTIN. We thank you for your efforts in behalf of increasing the circulation of your favorite paper. We feel sure you are already repaid in having your friends share your. enjoyment, and we take great pleasure in adding your name to the Honor Roll. Where is > (A letter from Maine.) I have read the Tre Tor Weexty for .years, and have got _ six of my boy,friends to read it by lending them my copies. ‘The boys and I say it is the king of all weeklies. I have a trunk full and would be pleased to lend to any Tip Topper. P. T. WEYMOUTH. We ike to see this generous spirit among our young friends, and it is with pleasure that we enroll your name with those of _ honorable mention. When you find a good thing, don’t be selfish } and keep it to yourself, but pass the news around. When three ra . or four readers of Tie Top get together they have great times -) discussing the charactérs as well as their adventures. We wish - you great luck in spreading the good seed. A 33 m2 (A letter from Louisiana.) Not seeing any letters from this place in your Applause _ column, I will write what I think about Tip Tor. I would rather miss a good meal than miss my Tie Tor. Dale Sparkfair bids _ fair to be Dick’s rival for the hand of June. I am a Dorisite. I am gathering a number of Tip Tops, not to keep, but to give every boy one to read. I have induced 19 boys to read it. The other day, as I was going to buy my Tip Top, I met a boy with another 5 -cent_ weekly also published in New York, and calling him, I asked him why he did not read Tip Top. He said it was not worth reading. I told him just to read one and see. The numbers I had on hand. Now he is reading them every week, pee send me a catalogue of your publications. ike remain a Tip Topper to the end. Joun GERNoNn. : Be sure that we appreciate your efforts, and, if you watch, perhaps you may see your name among those who love to work for Tip Tor. yy \ (A letter from Missbnti, ) I with proceed to give my opinion of Tip Top, which is the best book I ever read. J have read the famous weekly for nearly three years, but only subscribed a few weeks ago. I have only one favorite, which is Frank. Of course, I like them all, but dear old Frank is the best. I have tried ‘to do as much as I could for Tie Tor, as I know it deserves it all. SIDNEY Woop. “a thank you, sige for the interest you feel in Tip Top. —~ pie (A letter from News Mexico.) have read Tip Top for a long time, and I don’t see any let- nen column from here, so I thought I would I think a Top is one “ise the best weeklies. I like : aera ee Soe mee say so. A eAtalogue of our ne list of boys stoties » sent to ‘your, address, < next day he told me it was O. K., and wanted all the back’ ty - been reading about Frank and Dick, and their int WEEKLY. 29 (A letter from Missouri.) As I have not written to the Tip Top for several years, it is up to me to write. I admire especially Dale and Dick, although the latter seems a trifle too good, and I am sure that if he were allowed to yield to temptations and become a “real” boy for a short time, that he would be lauded and received “avec édat” by the old readers who recollect Frank’s early days. I think that Doris is the girl for Dick. Let us hear from Sammy Smiles, Ben Halliday, Pierson, Bub Nutting, Nellie Norton, Morgan, and also Kid Merriwell, Jr. Give Chester 23, and let us have a bloody villain likened unto Sport Harris or Roland Packard. Then ye olden-time readers will push Tie Top “semper et semper.’ Miss JEssiz CorrincHAM. Each of the Merriwell brothers has a host of admirers. It would not have been wise had the author made Dick an exact copy of Frank. Dick has had his own battles to fight, and in the past has yielded to temptation. He was not always as able to conquer himself as now. (A letter from Wyoming.) I have made up my mind at last to write you and tell you that your Trp Top WeeEkLy is a “peach” of a paper, and is the best one that I ever read; only one thing that I am sorry about is that I did not start reading it sooner. I have been reading it for six months, and can hardly wait when Friday comes to get it. I think Frank is a prince; Dick will not stand as much. as Frank from his enemies; he is up and a-fighting if they press him too hard. Dear old Spark is there with the goods every time, and I hope he gets that Madge Morgan, for she is a dandy girl. I think that Chester Arlington will be a great friend of Dick’s in a little while; he is a good sort, and I hope he will cut that boozing out, and then he will be all right. Mr. Standish can surely write up a ball-game. He makes a fellow think that he is right in the game. “Hoping that this goes in the Applause column. Ropert R. WHITE. Perhaps your prophecy with regard to Chester may come ; true. It already begins to loom up that way.. Mr. Standish has a faculty for winning over a bad boy, and bringing about his reformation. Old readers remember numerous instances. (A letter from Illinois.) I have been a reader of the Tre Top for about a year anda half, and I think it is the best five-cent weekly published. I _ have also read all the Frank Merriwell stories in the Medal Library, and like them very well. I take the Popular Magazine, and I think the “Rockspur Nine” is a fine story. As a fiction magazine, [ think the Popular has no equal. Please send me a catalogue of the Tie Top and of your other publications. Louis Murpuy. You are not the only Tip Top reader who has discovered what = a splendid magazine our Popular has become. “The Rockspur Nine,” by Burt L. Standish, has caused its already tremendous circulation to jump upward many thousands, and that in the dull - season of the year, too. pean mailed you. (A letter from New York State.) . Tre Top is certainly the ideal publication for the American is youth, and any one taking Frank or Dick for a model is sure to win success. I have taken the Tie Tor from No. 1 to date, and — consider it one of my best friends. Of all the authors I have ever read, Burt L. Standish stands in a class by himself. . ; _ NEwTon” Spoor. ‘ Here is anther’ enthusiastic old reader, who has read many splendid copies of our publication and still thinks it un-— equaled. Never before did a writer accomplish such a.feat as Burt L, Standish has done; for several years our boys have st has 1 never , once Beeps an — the ert are” (A letter from Wisconsin. ) _Pror. Fourmen: I am a reader of the Tir Top, and would like to ask a few questions. I am 14 years old, weight, 98 pounds; thigh, 17 inches; calf, 121%4 inches; neck, 13 1-3 inches; biceps, 11 inches; forearm, 10 inches; chest normal, 30 inches; chest expanded, 32 inches; waist, 29 inches; height, 5 feet. Ciirrorp ENGLISH. You need to get outdoors as much as possible. Play baseball, football, and other games that will bring all the muscles of the body into action. ” (A letter from Missouri.) Pror. Fourmen: Being a new reader, I am very much de- lighted with Tip Tor. Will you kindly answer a few questions for me? I am 15 years old; height, 5 feet 5 inches; chest, 32 inches; expanded, 34 inches; weight, 112 pounds. My time 1s not abund- ant, so please give me as simple a plan as possible for exercise. WALTER FEATHERINGILL. If you take fifteen minutes’ time in the morning with dumb- bells and Indian clubs, you will find that your muscles will be | developed considerably. (A letter from Ohio.) Pror. Fourmen: Having read the Tre Tor for over a year, I would like to send in my measurements for your criticism. Age, 14 years; weight, 104 pounds; height, 5 feet 3'4 imches; chest normal, 30 inches; expanded, 32% inches; neck, 13 inches; calf, 12 inches; thigh, 17 inches. ¥ Have I the proper qualities for a catcher? After throwing any distance, my arm grows lame. Do I need more weight, and how can I obtain it? Harry Ruom. soa Add a few more pounds to your weight by eating fattening foods. Constant practise makes one proficient gin any game. vf You have as good chance as any one else to become a good catcher if you train properly. Be careful not to sprain, your arm in pitching the ball. When you feel it getting tired, stop. fs (A letter from Michigan.) Pror. FourMEN: My measurements are as follows: Age, 15 years; weight, 129 pounds;, height, 5 feet 4 inches; neck, 14 inches; chest, 31 inches normal; chest, 34° inches expanded; waist, 32 inches; forearms, 10 inches; calves, 14 inches. I use boxing-gloves, play baseball, don’t smoke or drink—only cream soda. 1 am trying to be a good boxer and all-around athlete. li Vin J. Curis ¢.., z Your proportions are good. The less ice-cream soda : take, of any similar concoctions, for that matter,’ the better it will be for you. _ Prov. Fourmen: As I am. interested in athletic sports, 1 (, thought I would ask your opinion of my measurements. left, 36 inches; expanded, 39 inches; biceps, right, 11/4 Inches; 34 inches; expanded, right, 12% inches ; left, 1134 inches; > of greasy foods. Frequent bathing will clear your skin build. 3314 inches. -. Kansas City, Mo. Age, 17 years; weight, 135 pounds; neck, 14% inches; chest normal, BoiTeE SS PROF. FOURMEN forearm, right, 1134 inches; left, 1114 inches; waist, 31 inches; thigh, right, 21 inches; left 2114 inches; calf, 14 inches. I pitch on a'baseball-team and take part in all athletic sports. Some of my records are: Chin, 21 times; 100-yard dash, 11 seconds; 50-yard dash, 6 seconds. Rie Wate Meeker, Cal. : 7 Your records are good for one of your age and build. if Pror. FourmMen: I am a reader of Tie Top, and would like to ask you a few questions. I am 15 years; height, 5 feet 3 inches; weight, 102 pounds; chest normal 28%4 inches; chest — expanded, 31 inches; calf, 12 inches; neck, 13 inches; waist, 31 inches; biceps, 9 inches; thighs, 16 inches. “A PIKER. > Louisiana, Mo. _ Eat fattening foods and take plenty of outdoor exercise to in- crease your weight. Pror. FourMEN: I am 17% years old; 5 feet 5%4 inches; 138 pounds; chest, 33 inches; expanded, 35 inches; thighs, 20% inches; shoulders, 17 inches; calves, 1314 inches; neck, 14 inches; waist, 30 inches; biceps, 104 to 12 inches. Yours truly, New York. 4 You are over the normal weight. Take heavy exercises, like throwing the medicine-ball, to reduce it. Pror. FourMEN : I am 18 years old and weigh 115 pounds. I~ am.5 feet 10 inches tall. : i shoulders, 18 inches; biceps, 9 inches; waist, 26 inches; calves, _ 12 inches; thighs, 174 inches; neck, 123 inches. How can aL increase my weight? What is good for pimples, as my face a is covered with them? I don’t smoke or drink, What exercise do you think I should use? By Ri 3 ae Brooklyn. A, By all means, join a Y. M. C. A. gymnasium and go in for general training. You should take such exercise as_ will increase ‘your weight. Use Indian clubs, dumb-bells, chest- — weights, play handball, take long-distance runs, and box. Be zig careful of your diet. Your pimply condition is due to the eating ? : ; / % Pror. Fourmen: I would like you to judge on my genera I am 15 years old; height, 5 feet 4 inches; weight, rat pounds. My chest measures, normal, 31 inches, and expanded, I would like very much to be a good sprinter. — R. W. T. You are very: well built, arid with enough. practise should become a good sprinter. Begin by running short distances and increasing them as your wind proves equal to the task. y j Pror. Fourmen: Being a constant reader of Tir Tor, I woul like to ask your opinion of my measurements. They are as fol lows: arm, 9 inches; waist, 30 inches; chest, 30% inches; expanded, 33° inches, I am 13 years; height, 5 feet; weight, 95 pounds; fore 1. What.are good ways for making me long-win d and by 7 Chest, 30 inches; expanded, 31 inches; fa oe quick on my feet, also quick when boxing or fighting? 2. What should I use in improving my health? Gro. BALSHAN. Newark, N. J. Long-distance running will improve your wind. Handball is excellent for making one quick on one’s feet. Pror. FourmMen: Being a constant reader of the Tip Top Week y, I take the liberty of asking a few questions. Age, 14 years; weight, 114 pounds; height, 5 feet 44% inches; neck, 13% inches; chest normal, 31 inches; expanded, 35 inches ; waist, 2774 inches; biceps, 9 inches ; expanded, 11 inches; forearm, 9 inches ; calves, 14 inches. I run every morning 2 2 miles and then exercise with dumb-bells. Honpce. New York City. Keep using the dumb-bells. What you require is weight. The two-mile run every morning is excellent for your wind. Pror. FourMEN: I would like you to answer me a few ques- tions. Age, 14 years; height, 5 1-3 inches; weight, 93 pounds; neck, 12% inches; biceps, uncontracted, 8 inches; contracted, 834 inches; forearm, 8% inches 5 a normal, 2814 inches; .ex- panded, 31%4 inches; waist, 2434 inches; thighs, 1634. inches; calves, 11% inches. My record rie a running broad jump is Il feet 4 inches. Standing broad jump, 7 feet. AN AMATEUR. Baltimore, Md. Your records are very good for a boy your age. x You will ~ increase in height and weight in a few months. _ Pror. Fourmen: Being an interested and constant reader of the Tie Tor for over five years, I take the liberty of asking you a few questions. The following are my measurements: Age, 15% - years; weight, 123 pounds; height, 5 feet 314 inches; biceps, 1014 inches; forearm, 10 inches; neck, 13 inches; thighs, 19 inches; | calf, 13 inches; chest normal, 32 inches; expanded, 34% inches ; - waist, 27 inches. What can I do to reduce my weight? Galion, Ohio. “Aw Onto Boy.” You are well built ‘for one of your age. Use the U. S. A. exercises for your waist. (A letter from Maine.) _ Pror. Fourmen: As I am a reader of the Tip Top, I take the _ liberty of asking a few questions. Age, 14 years; height, 5 feet 4 inches; weight, 128 pounds; neck, 13 inches; biceps normal, 10% inches; expanded, 11% inches ; ‘forearm, 101% inches; chest normal, 30% inches; expanded, 321% inches; waist, 28 inches ; thigh, 18 inches; calf, 13 inches, I use dumb- bells both night and morning. T can chin myself 8 times. I have a football and practise a great deal. I play ball very little, because I can’t see that it does any good. I run a great deal. I can run a half-a- mile, and then I am all out of breath. I skate on the pond in the winter, and also: snow- shoe. I like te go fishing and hunting Ee APS an ee ee more . WEEKLY. 3 in the woods, and do quite often. I am going to get a striking- bag. Do you think that I am well proportioned? Do you think that I am taking too much exercise? Do you think that I would make a good athlete? Is bicycling, running, and jumping in- jurious to health? Is drinking coffee injurious? I work in my father’s store the larger part of the day, so do not get much time for outdoor sports. Cart H. Lorp. Your proportions are about right for a boy your age. Con- tinue to use. the dumb-bells night and morning; also keep up your running practises. With the time at your disposal, have no fear of taking too much exercise. The various games and exer- cises you mention are all excellent for developing the muscles and keeping the body in a healthy condition. Fish and hunt all you can. One can never be outdoors too much, and any recre- ation that takes a person in the fields and woods is beneficial. Pror. FourmMen: Being a constant reader of Trp Top, I take the liberty to ask you a few questiens. I am 15 years, weigh 129 pounds, and am 5 feet 5 inches tall; forearm, 97% inches; upper arm, 10 inches; expanded, 11%4 inches; neck, 1314 inches; chest normal, 32 inches; expanded, 3434 inches; waist, 29 inches; thigh, 17% inches; calf, 1336 inches. C, McKinney. Brooklyn, N. Your proportions are good, but, at the same time, there is a chance for improvement. As you live in a big city, join the Y. M. C.-A. branch nearest you and take a general course of exercise. Pror. FourMEN: Being a constant reader of Trp Top, the cham- pion boys’ paper, I take the liberty of sending you my measure- ments. I am 16 years; height, 5 feet 4 inches ; weight, I15 pounds; neck, 14 inches; chest normal, 32 inches; chest ex- panded, 35 inches; waist, 32 See Re thighs, 19 inches; calves, 134 inches; biceps, left, 9% inches; right, 10 inches; forearms, 10. inches. How can I increase my chest expansion? am I of proper weight? If not, how can I increase my weight? Mexia, Texas, “A TruE-Born TEXAN.” Take deep-breathing exercise for your chest. A one-mile run every day will help increase your lung power. Light exercise morning and evening will bring your weight up to the standard measurements. “GOLDEN HOURS.” Boys, have you any old numbers of Golden Hours? _ eats Will pay liberally for Nos. 1 to 23 to complete my files. If you have any of these numbers, write me. Address WitLIaMs, Station ‘“‘O,” Box 24, New York City. — TIP TOP BASEBALL TOURNAMENT IS NOW OPEN. 7 earing the above device. worth ee for, boys ? The two teams which, at the end of the season, have the highest average—the members of | which play the greatest number of games, score the most runs and have lost the least number os | of. games, will be declared the winners. Of the two winning teams, the one having the / e ff eee higher average will be declared the TIP TOP CHAMPIONSHIP TEAM OF THE ALL- / OPN ee AMERICAN BASEBALL TOURNAMENT FOR 1906, and will receive a large pennant T Each winning team will receive a full equipment for nine members, consisting of trousers, shirt, stockings, shoes and cap. DON’T FAIL TO SEND IN YOUR COUPON AT ONCE. No notice taken of any score not entered on acoupon. Coupons must be properly made oat,’ One coupon for — game. s < . . . . . tf y ey ” “ o . . , * ff QQ Lage se et 2 > ' a va nF . ee < . < — i. ro" 6 eee is ¥ . * . ‘ ae ee) Bia Is this not WSS hea 5 . & ~ , Ps - Mi THE TIP TOP WEEKLY ISSUED EVERY FRIDAY HANDSOME COLORED COVERS Never has Burt L. Standish written such interesting tales of the adventures of the Merriwell brothers, Frank and Dick, as are now appear- ing in this weekly. Mr. Standish has a world-wide circle of friends and he is putting forth his best efforts to amuse and entertain them. Boys, you have no idea of what a grand feast he is preparing for you, Tip Top’s stories are going to astonish you. Do not fail to get it. PRICE FIVE CENTS PER COPY For sale by all newsdealers, or sent, postpaid, by the publishers upon receipt of price in money or postage stamps HERE ARE THE LATEST TITLES: '§20—Frank Merriwell’s Aids; or &T he Secret Order of Scalp-Lifters.”’ 521—Dick Merriwell’s Visit; or, Hot Times at Farnham the Blue Hills. 534—Dick Merriwell’s Demand; or, The Draw at Mad- 536—Frank Merriwell’s Summer Camp; or, The Athletic- 5§23—Dick Merriwell’s Rival; or, Dale Sparkfair at F ar- school in the Woods. Ex dale. — §24—Frank Merriwell’s Young Crew; or, The Mystery of the Boat-house. 525—Frank Merriwell’s Fast Nine; or, Champions of the County. bg §26—Frank Merriwell’s Athletic-field : or, The Great . Meet at Bloomfield. 527—Dick Merriwell’s Reprisal ; in the League. 538—Frank Merriwell’s Spook-hunters ; terious Island of Mad Lake. or, The Mys- Happy Camp. or, The Clash of the Champions. Told. ogee 528—Dick Merriwell Dared; or, The Graspte at Wells- | 541—Dick Merriwell’s Heart; or, Breaking the Hard burg. Luck Streak. 3 529—Dick Merriwell’s Dismay; or, The Departure of 542—-Frank Merriwell’s New Auto; or, The Lure ‘to June. Destruction. 530—Frank Merriwell’s Son; or, The Mark of the Star. 531—Frank Merriwell’s Old Flock; or, The Reunion at Merry House. §32—Frank Merriwell’s House-Party; or, The Rustle with the Rovers. at Pineville. 544—Frank Merriwell’s Young Winners; or, The ‘Sess in the Blue Hills. ap dibsitt Merriwell’s Lead; or, Bound to Hold First, Place. IF xou U WANT ANY BA ‘Outo d fill in the followi i POSTAGE STAMPS TAKBN TH SAME AS MONEY. / 533-—Dick Merriwell’s Summer Team; or, Baseball in ; Hall. awaska. 522—Dick Merriwell’s Retaliation; or, Fardale Acainist -§35—Dick Merriwell’s Slabmate; or, The Boy from Farnham Hall. Bloomfield. 537—Frank Merriwell’s Proposal; or, Starting the Sport 539—Dick Merriwell’s Check; or, The Hot Bunch From — 540—Dick Merriwell’s Sacrifice; or, Team Work -That. 44 543—Frank Merriwell’s Pride; or, The Double-Header _ 4 Sa NUMBERS of our libraries and cannot procure them from newsdealers, they can be obtained from this office Aton © order blank and send iteto us with the price of the books you want and we will send them to you by return mat st ; STREET & SMITH, Publishers, 79 Seventh Avenue, New York City. 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