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ome CHAPTER I. ’ Rockford and then Maplewood had taken

the lead. ‘Thé crowd of spectators was

NINE INNINGS, AND A TIE.
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iF Whiz—crack! Rockford and Maplewood were playing
lie *fAh-h-h!”? great ball. In the first week of the league
a it??? Torrenttown had obtained a big lead over
**No—Scott has it!” the other clubs. Maplewood had stood at
**He’s fumbled!’ the foot. In the next week Rockford and
» £*That ties the score!’ Maplewood had pushed the other clubs.
*“Now Rockford wins!’ Maplewood had easily passed Seaslope,

It was the ninth inning. ‘The game _ but it could not overtake Rockford.
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they tried to hold their lead. In despair

they saw the Merrys and the Ruffians
closing the gap.

No longer were they inclined to sneer
at Frank Merriwell’s team, for, at last,
they realized that the Maptewend crowd

could play ball.

It was wonderful how Frank Merriwell
had whipped his material into shape. No
one had dreamed he could make a fast
teain of his collection of players. Every
oue had .been pointing out the weak
points in the club and declaring he must
get rid of several men before he could
hope to stand the least show of winning
the pennant.

However, he did not get rid of those
men. He worked them hard, and he
seemed to make good ‘‘timber’’ of them.

Now, if Maplewood won, she would
but one gaine beliind Rockford and two
behind Torrenttown.

No wonder there was excitement in the
league. The report had reached the
ground from Seaslope that the Softies
were trouncing the leaders. The Rock-
ford players realized just how much de-
pended on winning that’ game, and they
were fighting for it.

Rockford had gone to bat first.. In the
first half of the ninth, she took a lead
over Maplewood of two scores, and the
crowd wna ‘to think that ‘‘clinched”’
the game,

3ut no game of skill or chance is won
till it ws finished. No one can predict
what will happen at the last minute.

Derringer was pitching for Maplewood,
By skillful handling of Hodge, Frank had
brought the hot-blooded fellow out of his
sulks, so that he was ready to éatch when
‘the Westernér pitched. Merry had shown
Bart that there was no other course to be
pursued if Maplewood hoped to keep in
the leagtie,

The lank, ungainly Westerner was do-
ing his best, but the men in black were
hard hitters, and it seemed almost impos-

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sible to even cut acorner of the plate
without having them drive outa base hit.

Of course he was able to find the weak
points of some of the men, but still liits

were made off him.

It was but natural that Merriwell
should be anxious with Rockford two in
the lead, even though there were two
men out.

And when another batter came up and

drove a sharp grounder directly at Scott,

the shortstop, only to have it fumbled and
reach first safely, Merry decided that
something must be done.

There was soinething peculiar about
the game. Scott was a village boy, being
the only local man in Merriwell’s club.
He had played good ball from the start
up to the previous game. In that game
he had shown an amazing lack of hhead-
work at critical poiuts,’ nearly causing
the loss of the ganie.

In the present. game, it seemed that
every Rockford batter who could -do so
had taken to hitting the ball into Seott’s
territory. To a shrewd observer, it ap-
peared as if the Maplewood sliortstop had
been selected as a target.

And now,’ when Scott made anotlrer
fumble, Frank was on his feet. Derringer
was hot under the collar, and the Rock-
ford rooters were howling their delight.

Frank called Bart.

Tell Derringer to work for a strike-
out on Macomber, who bats next,’’ said
Frank, in an aside. ‘‘He mustn’t let
those fellows place their hits in Scott’s
territory.’’ em

“That's tight!’ hissed Bart, through
ae won idered if you
would fail to catch on.

**Catch onto what?’

“There's a nigger in the wood-pile, I
don’t say Derringer isto blaine. He seems
to be doing his best; but any man on the

his clenched teeth.

team might havea chance to throw the

gaine at a critical point like this.”
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well enough at first.’

‘He may be doing his best now.”’

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minute, and Rockford might kick.

‘‘Play ball!’ called the wusmpire,
sharply

Hodge catled Derringer and spoke a
few words to him, while the crowd hoot-
ed aud jeered. Derringer nodded. It hap-
pened that Macomber, who was at bat,
gl balls. He would

go after them. Bart told Derringer to

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keep them ‘high, even if the fellow got
his base on balls.

Derringer obeyed.

Frank watched with anxiety. Theman
on first did not dare try to steal second;
for Bart had the reputation of being the
best-throwing catcher in the league.

Macomber slashed at two high ones,
and then he was called down by his cap-
tain.

Derringer seized thie opportunity to
pitch him one shoulder high and. close in
to his chin immediately after the call-
down, | ;

He let it pass, but it took a shoot at
the last moment and cut the inside cor-
ner of the plate.

‘Batter is out!’ announced the um-
pire.

Then there was a roar of protest. ‘The
crowd wanted to mob the umpire, and the
‘Rockford players were furious. .

‘The umpire had nerve, and he refused
to be frightened.

So tle decision stood.

Merty’s men came in) looking desper-
ate.

‘‘Begorra! it’s a shame, so it is!’’ mut-
tered Barney Mulloy. ‘‘We had th’ spal-
panes noicely cooked.’

‘“Never mind, fellows,’’
cheerfully.
now.”?

He said this as if he believed it would

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not be a difficult thing todo, and his
courage gave them Spitl its.

Rattleton was the

proinptly flied out to Rockford’s third.

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first batter, and

Bataan came up.
**Squeeze your bat,’’ directed Fran

k,

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CON nai ae ad oa Y 1g Sad Pes
ees it hard and meet the ball fair.

TJ 1€ Ve ermonter braced uy p for the test.

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as a my best, b’gosh he mut-

tered.
Ephraim always did his best, under
any circumstatces. He could be depend-

ed on to do that.
Two strikes wefe called on him, lhow-

he found one that suited him.

Then he swung.

Crack!

It was a hot one. The third |

yasemnan
tried to reach it, got one hand on it, de-
flected its course, sent it rolling - past
short, and Gallup reached first in safety.
Scott rose to strike.
“Tthink. Vi
Frank, quietly. ‘‘You may sit on the

take your place,’’ said
bench, Scott.”’

The shortstop flushed andJooked both
coufused and anery.

“What's that for?’’ he asked,
what it is for,
because I say so.’

a low tone, so that his

**Never mind Ogee
Frank.  ‘‘It’s
He spoke in
words’should not b ie heard. by the bleach-
ers and grand stand, and he walked out
to the batter’s position, instead of Scott.

The shortstop sat down, muttering
offensively.

There was some clapping of hands
when Frank took his place at the plate,
but he did--not appear to n6dtice it. He
wore a look of grim determination, and
all liis interest and attention seemed cen-
tered on the game.

The crowd howled and tried to rattle
Merry, but he did not seein to realize that
they were making any noise.

Mike Donovan was pitching for Rock-
ford, and Merriwel]l was the ouly man lie
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out since the opening of tle league
gauies. Not always did Merry get a base
hit off him, had to hit
the ball when Donovan was’ pitching.

Frank

but he not failed

ae set his teeth when came

up.
‘Vou don’t get
he muttered.

a hit off me to-day !”’

He was determined to give Frank lis

base on balls, rather than to let him get a
hit; but the third ball pitched c

in reach, and

came with-

Merry ‘“‘pasted it.’’

Gallup ran for all he was worth, seeing

the ball could not be handled by either
fielder. ;
‘It’s good for two bags!’’ was thie cry.

expected to be stopped at
wildly. waving

Ephraim
third, but Hans was there,
his arms and howling.

‘Tet der

I sdop ruunin’!

home blate make you pefore
hdt Efy!
long-legged son-uf-

Kept tig on,

Run for my life, you
Vot der madder vos mit dot!”’
kept

1 to. slide drone.

a-gus!
So Ephraim
would be force:
Nothing of the kind happened.
fielders were on their knees by the

on, expecting he
Two
fence,
clawing wildly about in a bunch of grass,
and the ball was lost.

As
to third,

Frank tan like thé wind. we caine

along the line from second the
Dutch lad nearly split his throat.
‘Whoob!?

ground fly ofer him! ‘Talk apoudt sbeed!

he howled: ‘Seen der

Shimisiny Gristmas! did I efer seen anv-
ding like dot pefore! Go id! Vrankie!- A
home run can make youwdese time! Yaw!

Id vos easiness! Oh, say! did you efer

seen der peat nf dot in a hfe!”
ot be, Dunner-
wust was a good coacher for those

Frank felt
He sprinted at

Whatever he might
who
understood him, and safe in
making a try for home.
his best.

The ball was found,

but the fielder was

too far away to seid it home after digging
bunch of grass.

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it out of the He threw

  

  

second, aud the man on second ‘sped it

home.

‘rank had passed over the plate, how-

mo

ever, and the score was tied.
CHAPTER. II.
Bea Sie eye Ye Ne GES
Merriwell’s men were all courage now.
They felt that they game
in that inning, aud they were elated.
ths before

we’d been all rig

inust win the

you’d got into the gaine

lit,’’? said Hodge, speak-
ing to Frank.

“We're all
Merry.

But Hans caine tp
grounder down the first base line.
for his life, but he could beat the
ball, and he was out.

Derringer was the last man on the list

He lad no great record as a batter, Bad

right now,’’ declared

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and sent an easy
He ran

not

Donovan knew his weakness.

Derringer promptly..proceededto™ fan

out,
Another inning was necessary.
“Go in and pitch, Frank!’ urged

Hodge.
Merry shook
“JT am not warmed up,’? he said, ‘‘and
I have confidence that Derringer will be
I’m sure

his head.

able to hold ’em down now.
lie'll make a supreme effort.”’

“JT don’t understand your confidence in
“He hasa

naturally

that fellow!’’ exclaimed Bart.

treacherous face, and _ hie’s
J rye

crooked,
“Vou think

that is crooked

so, but what has he done
?- You have

for something crooked all a

been looking
but you
thing’ he

long,
cannot put a finger on a crooked

has done.’’

‘Well, if he turns out all right, it-will
be a wonder.’’

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Frank thought of his early dealings

with Derringer, who had attempted to
impress people by swagger and bluster on

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how Herbert Hammerswell had filled the
fellow up with liquor, so that Derringer
had lost the first game he pitched. He
also thought of how the Westerner had
neatly pitched his arm off trying to win
the next game, but had failed. In ‘the
second game Herbert had tried to bribe
the pitcher to throw it, and had received
a black eye for his trouble. »Derringer
had done his best, but expected to be
‘fired’? by Frank when the game was
finished and lost. Instead of that, Frank
gave him a contract to sign, and instautly

Duke Derringer realized that he was deal-

ing with a white man, and he became
staunch aud faithful, to all outward ap-
pearance,

took

Sart was a

Hodge never any stock in the

Westerner. person to form

positive opinions and to stick to them. It
took a long time to convince him that he

was wrong, and then hé did not like to

g;
acknowledge it.

scott sat bench and -watehed
Prank Merriwell fill his position in the
field. He felt ‘‘sore,’’ and his face showed
it;

no sorter than Herbert Ham-

merswell, wiio was keeping in the back-

But he was

ground amid the spectators as much as

possible. Herbert was fighting Maple-

determined that Frank Merriwellts teain
should not lead the league. It

wood in every conceivable fashion, being

was his
hope and ambition to work the ultimate
ruin of the Maplewood club, which he
had once desired to manage.

In all his schemes Herbert was backed

by his father, a pompous, vain, conceited,

natrow-minded, back-nuimber politician.

Artemas Hammerswell did not follow
up the out-of-town ball games as closely
as did lis son. He took his reports from
Herbert, and, usually, they were colored
Herbert
had a way of making his father believe

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and not. by skill, so Artemas still regard-
ed Frank’s team with great scorn.

When Frank Merriwell went into the
field in place of Scott; the latter turned
round and looked over. the crowd on the
His eyes met those of Herbert

look

bleachers.

Haimmerswell, and <a significant
passed between them.

Derringer seemed to fee] encouraged by

the presence of Merriwell on the. dia-
moud. He looked round to Frank and
said:

“*'m glad that hole’s filled... Somehow,

they seemed to bat everything down
there, and Scott wasn’t stopping a tlring.
Id theyll] hot.to hit

’em out in your direction.”

don’t reckon be so

‘‘Keep steady,’ advised Frank. ‘‘Make
’em hit at the ball.”’

‘fAll right. They’ve been doing that—
and hifting it, too.”

Dertinger was not putting on any airs.
He seeined humble enough. Somehow
there was a most remarkable change from
his manner when he first played with the
Maplewoods. He had discovered that
Frank Merriwell was a character reader,
and he did not try any bluffs with Merry.

When the first batter came to the plate,
the crowd began howling at Derringer.
The Rockford spectators always howled
at the players of an opposing club. Rock-
ford turned out a tough set to attend the
games, in great contrast to the Maple-
wood aiid Seaslope ‘‘rooters.’’? The Rock-
ford ball had

‘‘Ruffians,’’ and it seemed well

teal won the name of
applied.
They were a hard crowd, ready to win

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games in any possible manner. Some of
the mem on the team had been hired be-
cause they were bruisers, as well as: ball
players, and they always sought to in-
timidate the players on an opposing club,
besides brow-beating the umpires.

Frank had made himself feltin the
matter of umpires. When he found one
that was weak-kneed and afraid of thie

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and had the man released from service in
He had been able to do tlris,

being ‘supported by

the league.
Seaslope, and two
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umpites had been ‘‘fired. Their places

were filled by men who’ realized that it
was necessary for them to be honest in
order to hold their jobs.

Derringer showed his teeth in an un-
pleasant grin at the yelling crowd, and
then began ‘‘speeding ’ein over.”’

The first batter began fouling, and he
kept it up for several minutes. Finally
he met one fairly, and sent it skipping
between sliort and third.

30th Frank and Diamond lunged for
the ball.

A queer cry came from Merry’s lips,
and Diamond stopped short,

himself.

squaring

Then Frank Merriwellwas'seen to fling
himself headlong, as if toslide fota base.
As he reached the ground, his hands were
outstretched before him, aud he stopped
and held the ball.

He held it but a secor
Was in.no»position to throw, but, with a

however. “He
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quick moveinent of the wrist, he flipped
the sphere to Diamond, and - Jack sent. it
across the diamond. to first like a bullet
froi ariffe,

Browning “‘smothered it’’ after his own
lazy, careless manner, and the first batter
was retired by a sénsational play.

The Rockford spectators stopped howl-
ing. A few applauded, despite them-
selves, their admiration getting the best
of Poy The play they had witnessed
showed that Merriwell’s nine was’ almost

perfect in team-work, and any one thor-

oughly familiar with the gane understood
that. was why they

A nuniber of men> on

were proving such
hard mien to beat.
the team could not be regarded as bril-
liant ‘“‘individual players,’? but they
showed up beautifully in combination
with the others.

Derringer was delighted.

“*Oh, say!’’ he exclaimed, “that was

_ afterwards declar

tle neatest bit of work I’ve seen in a
year! If we’d only had you there before,
Mr. Merriwell !”’

‘There was some luck in it,’’ admitted
Merry. ‘‘I got down just in time to freeze
to that skipper.’’

“Tt wasn’t luck,’’ said the pitcher,
positively. ‘It was g1

Then Duke seemed to put new ginger
into his arm, and he struck the next bat-

reat judgment,’

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The sliigger of the Rockfords came up.
ea ape run will give us the winning

lead, Shea,’’? said the manager, Milton

Hazard.

erack,””

He fanned twice

Derrin-

Shea said nothing.
and had two balls called on him.
ger hoped to strike him_out.

But Shea was not striking out that
time. He cracked the next ball savagely.

A roar broke from the crowd.

“Tt?s over the fence!’’ shouted the
5 ONe man,

cap to the ground

ble eac he Tl Ising a,

pennies flung his
and jumped onto it with both feet, almost
beside lhimself with anger.

‘The game is Jost!’’ inuttered Hodge,
huskily.

Away toward the left-field fence sailed
the ball. Barney Mulloy had been play-
When Shea hit the ball, the

turned and ran for the fence

ing deep.
Irish youth
with all the speed he could command,

Never in all luis life had Barney cov-
ered ground with gteater speed. Frank
ed that even when pur-
sued by a band of cut-throat Turks in
Armenia the Irish youth had not covered
ground with such speed.

*“He doesn’t see the fence!”’ |

“He's going to try to run through it!”

“What ails lim?”

‘*The fool! He can’t touch that ball!”

Straight at the fence darted Barney.
He reached it and made a flying leap for
With one hand he caught hold
. Then he squirmed

the top.
of the topmost boards

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about and thrust his other hand up into
the air.

The ball struck fairly in his free hand

It stuck there!

Down he dropped from the fence, with
the spheie held fast in his grasp.

He had made the most marvelous catch

ever seen on that ground, and he. had

robbea Piper Shea of a home run.
Rockford had not scored in her half of

CHAPTER HI.
WHEN THE GAME WAS OVER.

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The crowd seemed dazed. It was some

monients’ time before the spectators could
realize tlre left fielder of the Merrys had
ly and truly caught that ball.
Hans Dunnerwust came waddling in
from the field, laughing and crowing.
“By Shimminy! dot peen der pest
fe in!’ he

you vos a_ beacherino,

gatch yu efer saw my whole I:
cried. ‘‘Parney,
und don’d you vorgot him!’’

“Oh, thot wur aisy,”” chuckled. the
irish lad, as he came across the diamond,
the - field,
till yez see me do something rale sinart

ye Dutch

after coming up from

bhafore yez complimint me,
chaze.’’

‘‘Oh, you go fell on yourself!” flung
back Hans.
smarder than dot der whole uf my life in

“You nefer done notting
pefore. Don’d you goto puttin’ on so
much freshnesses alretty.”’

Shea was the most disgusted man in
Rockford.

‘A clean case of robbery!’ he grated,

glaring at Barney. ‘*‘How did the fool do
2)
- **Don’t ask me!’’ muttered Mike Dono-
van, as lhe prepared to gointothe box
again. ‘It was another piece of bull luck
for those fellows. Yer can’t call it any-
thing else.”’

‘Now, **don’t

fellows,’’ said Merry,

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short order by running in one score.
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arove a lang one out-into centre, wiere it
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was pulled down and held by the helder.

Bart came next.
straint as far as -possible, but he was far
too eager, an
third base.

Now the Rockford crowd was yelling
again, for it be gan to believe
would turn for Rockford after all.

Mulloy came up.

Some persons raised. a. clappin
hands.

‘That rattles him!’
*“He couldn’t hit a balloon

cried a spectator,
with a laugh.
now.’”’
“Don’t you pelief mineseluf!’? said
Hans,
hit a hurriness in.”’
“Oh, yawl*.amimicked the man in the

“T net you zwei tollar he gedsa
o >

crowd. ‘‘He vill got a ~hit—T don’t
think !”’

‘“Vou haf anodder t’ink comin’ to you,
mine friendt,’’ said Haus. ‘‘Berhabs }ou
can use id, as long as you don’d had no
prains uf Four own to do your t’inkin’
mit.’

Barney made a fearful swipe at the first
ball pitched, but missed it quite.

‘Wow!’ howled the crowd. ‘‘Holesin
his bat!’’

‘Holes your faces in!’’
‘*Wait und seen der next pall hit jim.

cried Hans.

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3ut the next two were balls, Barney
not offering at either.
_ Then Donovan tried an out drop, but
did not get it far enough outside the
plate.
3arney cauglit it fair and square.
Again the great crowd sprang aa
“Didn’t you toldt meso!’ yelled Hans,
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your feet crow under der grass, you iim-
bortation from Irelandt! Oh, say! you
cai pet me dot pall goes der fence ofer
alretty soon! A home runs vill make
Parney righdt avay! Ain’d dot sblendid-
ness |”?

Indeed, it was a home run, and Barney
trotted along ata comfortable jog, after
he saw the ball drop over the fence.

That settled the game: Rockford was
beaten, and the disgusted crowd of root-
ers filed out at the gate.

Frank grasped Barney’s hand when he
came round,

“It’s your game,’ he declared... ‘‘You
saved it when you made that wonderful
catch, and you won it by dropping that
ball over the fence.’’

‘The entire team crowded about Barney
and congratulated him.

‘‘Begobs! Oi filt that Oi had to do it,”’
laughed the Irish lad. ‘‘Two min wur
oudt, an’ it samed loike th’ last chance.’?

**T believe it was the last chance,’ said
Derringer. ‘I was finding it Jiard work
to hold those*fellows down.”’

‘‘Well, we won,’’ said Hodge, as he
gathered up the bats and took care of the
cage and breast protector; ‘‘but we would
not if things had gone ou as they were
Where’s Scott ?’’

Scott was not to be seen.

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going.

Frank ran down to the dressing-room
under the grand stand, Near at liand was
a crack, and he quickly peered out
through it.

Behind the grand stand were two’ pet-
sons. ‘hey were Joe Scott and Herbert
Hamunerswell.

“*T want the money you promised me!”?
‘“‘It was not my fault
that Merriwell took ine out.’

‘* Ves, it was,’’ declared Herbert. ‘‘You
played like a chump!”?

Scott was saving:

“T played as you told me to play. I be-
Heved I saw the chance to lose the gaine
for Maplewood, and I did my best to lose

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it: You promised me money for that, and
J want it!”?

‘Well, you won’t get it!”’

‘Then I'll blow the whole business!”

““Go ahead! You can’t prove any-
thing.”

“Tcan and I will! You may not know

it, but there was a witness to our bargain.
I took care of that. ‘Tid Wilson heard

you when you offered me twetity-five dol-
Jars to throw the game if I got a chance,
aud he——”?

Oh, well: Vil “sée - yous Tater,’
Herbert. ‘‘I haven’t the money with
ime, anyhow. If you remain on the team,

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you’ll get another opportunity.’”’

“But he’ll not remain on the team!’’
muttered the youth inside the dressing-
rooiii.

CHAPTER IV.
ROGUES FALL OUT.

“That doesn’t go with me, Mr. Ham-
merswell!’’ exclaiuned=Seotty.<promptly.
‘‘You promised the money as soon as the
gaine was over.”’

Did: be”

“Vou know you did

‘Well, I haven’t got it.”’

Herbert was ageravating in his coolness,
aud the treacherous sliottstop grew

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anetier with each moment.

Why haven’t you got it?” he grated.
“Vou knew I would call for it.”

‘“Maplewood won.’’ :

‘That makes no difference about our
agreeineut.”’

“It makes a difference about the money
I have in my pocket.”’

“How ?”? :

“T lost every dollar I brought over
here to-day by betting on Rockford.”

"Oh 09

Scott wondered if this could be true.
He did not trust Herbert, and he had his
doubts.

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attempt to throw the game, all would

have been well. I’d had my pocket full
of miouey, and you’d got your twenty-five
right on tie nail. You have no one but

youirse lf to blaine.’
“Well
best ?

, how am Ito blame? Di iets

do my Didn’t I try to

gaine to Rockford ??

Se but you were. so

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Merriwel!l caught on and took you out.
[ had to bungle. It was the only
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chance. And now, I lose my position

for your old twenty-five dollars, I’ll lay

allthe blame to you. You got me, into
a":
“Vou didn’t have to come into it,’’

“Vou

Nn you found there was

were

said Herbert, nonchalant!

ready enough whe

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soine money in it.

anything happens

to you.
CW] ho else should I blame ?”’

**Yourself. I could not have forced you

to play double if you had not wanted to

ao so. os
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Chere

and Scott knew it, therefore it
angry. He

this
him

was considerable
began to realize that he had
made a fool of liimself by listening to the
tempting of Hammierswell, who was ready

the
This

like an old rav

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to throw Jim aside

moinent his usefulness was gone.

made him feel desperate.

Vou into it, Hanimer-
swell!’ panted Scott. ‘‘You told me it
that there would be

to the

coaxed me
easy, and
no chance for anybody to tumble
game.’

Well,
lieve what I told

‘Then you realized the danger of it all
along ?”?

you were not obliged to be-

you. a

‘Perhaps so,’? was the cool ad:nission.

“Curse you!’ snarled Scott; biting his
lower lip till the blood started and stained
his teeth. ‘‘You’re a fellow who doesn’t
care a rap for anybody but yourself!”

‘Well, what of that?’’ smiled Herbert,

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selectiilg a paper-wrapped ‘“‘coffin-1.ail,’
]

which proceeded to roll, pinch and

You knew all the

lose ily place oun the club

trying to throw a gaine for you, and

believe there was not the

you iuiade me
least danger.in the world.’

COATT 4 : ooh 1 ’ 1° .
All the bigger fool you fo: believing

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if murmured Herbert, breathing out
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thin blue smoke with each wor
scott was restraining himself with difh-

culty. He was beginning to thoroug

understand the folly of
He saw he would be regard

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and contempt by Herbert if Frauk Merri-

him liis relea Gs

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You said Merriwell conld not. dis-
charge me as he had no man to tin
;

et a good mau, but I

fancy he will play the ted@m as it was in
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thre we inning ‘to-day. alternating be-
tween shortstop and the box with Der-
ringer, rathes use a man who. de-

liberately a ”
‘fT presume you

that?”
“Never cau

I’ve

lose half his team to-day,

to throw the eae.

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knew he might do

tell what Merriwell may
If he were-to

do. e discovered tliat.

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he’d put some
kind of a team in the field to-inorrow and

play the regular game. The only way to

dainage him is to strike straight at him.”’
“Bah }? cried Scott. “You can’t dam-
age him anyhow! There is not man

enough about you! He is more than your
miatch in any way, shape or manner!’

Herbert. ‘*]
getting back

“Thank you,’’ sneered

suppose you think you are
at me by telling me that?’’
“‘J’ll get back at you by testifying that
you bribed me to throw tlie game! I will
do this just as sure as Merriwell fires
me !”?
‘fOh, no, you won’t!”’
“*T will!’

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Herbert seemed positive.

‘“Whiy not?’

‘*Because I’ll have you arrested and
imprisoned for libel, if you do. My father
has the money to do that little trick, and
you'll find yourself in jail if. you try to
hurt ine. Take my advice, and keep your
mouth ¢losed, Scott.’’

‘Tf I go to prison for life, Pll blow on

o

you!’

‘You think you will.”’
“*T know I will!’

Herbert snapped his fingers.

ae chanee it,’’ he said.

‘My word is as good as yours, and no-
body but you can swear that I bribed you
to throw the game.”

““That’s where you fool yourself!’
thought Frank Merriwell. ‘‘This is the
time I get you, Mr Hammerswell, and
get you so that you will not cause nie any
more trouble.’

Several times before Frank had fancied
that he had Herbert fairly trapped, but
the fellow had managed to squirm out of
the scrape each time.

It was not strange that Merry should
fee] satisfied over what he had accidentally
heard, for it gave hima grip on thie ras-
cal, and Herbert had proved most annoy-
ing.

Frank had no doubt but the fellow had
strung the wire across Two-Mile Hill,
down which Merry was coasting. The
wire had flung Frank from his wheel and
neatly killed him.

Hodge had obtained the wire and
seemed to believe he had proof against
Hervert; but the wire had been stolen
from Bart’s room, and, with the aid of
his friends, Hammerswell had covered
his tracks.

Since that time, Merry had waited till
he should get a good, hold on Herbert.
All the while he had realized that the

young rascal was plotting and working to

‘Now his time had coine.

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Herbert’s coolness was too much for
Scott, who had been holding himself in
check by the greatest effort.

**Don’t snap your fingers in my face!’

he snarled. ”

“Tf you do——

Snap !—Herbert did it again.

In a twinkling Scott had him by the
throat. The village lad was stronger than
Herbett,'and he shook the ex-Senator’s
son fiercely.

‘Vell!’ he hissed—‘‘yell, if you want
to! I ae tcare! If anybody sees us, 1711
tell just why I’m choking you’?

**Don’t,’’ panted Herbert, who had not
dreamed the fellow would dare lay hands
on him. ‘I haven’t done anything to
you.’

‘“Will you pay me that twenty-five ?”’

eV es"

‘When ???

To-night.”

‘“Whiere ???

‘At the village.’

“(Name the time and place.”?

‘Seven o’clock, at the Tavern.”

**VYou’ll stick to 1t?”?

““Sure;”?

“If you don’t,’’ grated Scott, who was
desperate, “T swear that Ill. make you
sorry! You can’t-impose on me, and
you'll have to keep your promises to me,
I’m not to be fooled with, and don’t you
forget it!”?

Then he released Herbert, who had
dropped his cigarette and his air of cool]
insolence.

Hanimerswell stood and rubbed’ his
throat, staring at Scott.

**T didn’t suppose - you were such a
fool,’ he finally said.

“Rogol or not, you’ll find me dangerous
to tamper with, Hammerswell. You’ve

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CHAPTER VY.
ON THE WAY HOME.

‘What kept you so long, Merriwell?’’
asked Hodge, who was waiting whien
Frank, caine froin the dtessing-room.

**Something very interesting,’’ was the
smiling answer.

Bart’s curiosity was aroused by the
look on the face of his friend.
>

‘*Something interesting ?’’ he said. ‘‘I

wonder what you found that was interest-
i]

**T overheard a little conversation.”’
“FAN ?

They had passed out through the gate,

Between whom ?’?’

and at this moment, Scott was seen fol-
lowing Hammerswell into the street, com-
ing from behind the grand stand.

‘There are’the parties,’’ said Merry,
nodding toward them.

Hodge was astonished and startled.

**] knew there was something crooked
going on!’ he softly cried. ‘That proves
it! Hammerswell has been
with Scott!’

‘“That’s right,’’ admitted Frank, and
then he hastily told Bart just what he had
heard.

Hodge was furious.

‘Soak ’em!’? he ‘Soak ’em
both, Merriwell. They ought to get it

tampering

cried.

good aud hard. You have the proof
now.’’

“But I want further proof,’’ said
Merry.

‘*What further proof?’’

**I want absolute proof that Haimmer-
swell paid Scott money to throw the
gamie.’’

*fAnd you'll get it——”’

‘“To-night,”’

“Where ?”?

‘‘At Maplewood Tavern.’

SHOW?

‘““By witnessing the payment of the
money.’

‘*How are you going to do that?”
‘“‘Gregory, the tavern keeper, likes me,

   

 

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and Ithink he’ll fix it. From what I
heard, I believe Hammerswell and Scott
will meet in a room at the tavern.”’

“well?”

‘*Well, if possible, I propose to be
there.’?

‘In the room ?”?

“Ves *?

‘*T don’t see how you can do——”?

‘Tf there is some place of concealment,
it can be worked. J want you with me,
Two witnesses will clench the thing. Tl
have Mr, Haimerswell dead to rights.”’

‘fAll right. Arrange it to suit yourself,
I'll be agreeable to anything.”

Frank and Bart boarded a ear together.
The car was pretty well crowded, but
seats were found for them.

The remainder of the team was on the
car, and everybody seemed jolly. Hans
was trying to jolly Barney Mulloy.

‘“You vos a beach, Parney,’’ he was

saying. ‘‘Der only drouble you mit is dot

you vill haf der swellingness der head of
uf I don’d look oudt. Yaw.”’

**VYe nadn’t let it worry yez, Hans,”’
said Barney. ‘“‘Av Oi
head, it’s loikely Oi’ll run against some-
thing that will bé afther takin’ av it
down roight away.’”’ -

**Vale, I subbose you vill struck to haf
your salarys toubled righdt avay. You
did safe der caine, Parney, und I vill ac-

get th’ swilled

knowledement dot.’’

‘“Thank yez, ye Dutch chaze. It’s a
wonder ye didn’t claim ye done it yer-
silf.”?

““Stob dot! shonted Hans, shaking his
fist at Barney behind Gallup’s back.
“‘Dond you pegin id alretty soon! I von’t
Jet me call you names like dot !””

**Oh, go chase yersilf, ye Balona saus-
age!’

“You vasn’t a Palony sissage, so don’d
caldt me dot! You peen.a pogtrotter Ire-
landt vrom!??’

‘‘Shtop it, ye spalpane! Av there’s wan
thing in th’ worruld thot Oi objict to it’s

  

     
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bein’ called a bogthrotter! Thot shtirs
me Irish blude!’’

‘*Vale, vot am I goin’ to don
id ?”?

Pwhat am I going to do aboot it, ye

e apoudt

yie-faced furriner! Oi’ goin’ ter shmash
] 5
yez av ye say bogthrotter again, be
jabers!”?
‘Vale, you vill had to shmash me
‘yee ad
richdt avay soon alretty; for you*vos

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a-—-—
‘Hey?’ roared Barney, rising and
towering over Epliraim, while he -glared
down at Hans. ‘Oi wur pwhat?’’ .
“Oh, I can’d scated you dot vay!’
squawked Hans, popping up on the other

“Vol vos:a—?

side of Gallup.

“Say it, ye Dutch chaze—say it!’’
hissed Barney.

Hans gasped and seemed to struggle
with the word, in a fierce atteuipt to give
it utterance.

‘You vos a—a—a——”’

Say it!’ crated Barney. ‘‘Oi’m all
tiddy fer yez!”’

‘You can’d scare nopody, und don’d I
vorgot id! 7 You yos a—a——”?

‘*Pwhoy don’t ye say it?’

Hans did not seem able to get it out,
but he flourished his fists around Gallup’s
head, causing the Vermonter to dodge
aud cry; :

‘“‘Be kainder keerful, gol darn it!
Yeou’ll be hittin’ me the first thing ye
know !”?

Then Barney began flourishing his
clenched fists and he matiaged to give
Ephraim a crack under the ear that. sent
the Yankee over against Hans. ‘‘Coom
at me, ye furrin’ Dutchman!’’ yelled
Barney.

‘“Yaw! come ad you, uf I vant to!”’
squawked Hans, as he gave Gallup a corker
under the other ear, sending him back
again.

Ephraim howled.

‘“Gol ding it!’ he. cried, holding his

hands on each side of his head. ‘‘Whut
be yeou fellers tryin’ to do?”’

There was a strange twinkle in the
Irish lad’s eyes as he pretended to make a
swingilg swipe at’ Hans, but soaked Eph-
raim under the clin.

‘*Take thot, ye odamahon!’’ he shout-
ed. ‘Oil) be afther givin’ yez anither

roight in th’ same place!”

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‘Don’t doit!’ yelled Ephraim. ‘‘Great
gosh! whut hev I got inter! I wisht I
was to lum on the farm!”

‘‘I vos no shentleman uf you make a
row der car onto!’’ declared Hans,
vehemently. ‘I don’t took dot. vroin
soniepody, you pet mine life!”’

Then he hurled Gallup back against
sarney, and, for a few moments, they
played football with the Yankee youth.

_ 'Help!? cried Ephraim. ‘‘I’m bein’
kilt !””

The conductor came along and ordered
them to quit, threatening to put them
off tle cat

‘We'll have no disorderly conduct on
‘If you have to fight,
wait till you get off.”’ ,

this car!’ he said.

‘Hey !’’ said Hans, in apparent aston-
ishinent. ‘‘You couldn’d made us vight
uf I tried!”

‘“Thot’s roight,’’ agreed Barney. ‘‘We
wur th’ greatest fri’nds ye ivver saw, an’
we nivver foight.”’

‘Let me git out of here!’’ begged Eph-
raim, as, in a sadly battered condition, he
made a scramble to get away.

Then every one on the car- stared and
laughed as Barney and Hans shook hands.

‘Led’s pury der meat ax,’’ said Hans.

‘Consider it buried, me -b’y,”’
kled Barney. .

“Couldn’d you sung some peautiful
song shust to make mineseluf felt petter,
Parney ?”’

\“Begorry, Oi can thry.
be?”

‘‘Led’s sung ‘Gonirates,’ Parney. oh

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‘“‘Gomrates, gomrates, alretty since we
WOs poys,

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Und hafin’ a racket mit each odder’s joy-

fulness ;

Gonirates ven men we pecame britty soon
quvick,’

Faithvul votefer der tied, high ur low,
ain’d id;

Ven I vos in dancher, mine oldt gomrate
vos aroundt britty near ny side py,
you pet my poots!’’

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for such a thing would have been 1mpos-

sible. ‘he singing of the Dutch lad set
everybody fearing. It was supremely
ludicrous.

And so, all the way to Maplewood, the
boys inade merry, joking, laughing, sing-
ing,

At Maplewood they were received with
cheers from the assembled Uvisitors at the

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CHAPTER VI.

MR. ZINCK. ”*

Joe Scott lived outside Maplewood vil-
lage. He had to walk home when he ar-
rived in town.

Frank made arrangements to hear all
that passed between Scott and Hamuner-
swell at the village tavern, but he might
have spared himself the pains.

Report came into town that Scott had
been found on the highway in a senseless
condition, having been knocked down
and fearfully beaten. He had been taken
home, but it was feared that his skull
might be fractured so that he would not
recover.

There was aimystery about the affair.
Apparently the object of the assault had
hot been robbery, ae Scott’s watch aud

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He had been struck from behind bya
stone, which had felled him to the earth,

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lowing this, he had been kicked and
beaten unmercifully, as if the person whio
had assaulted him wished to kill him on
thie spot.

Of course this report created no small
excitement in et ae 1. A Star report-
tr caine over from Rockford to obtain full
particulars.

What will Frank Me
shortstop ?”’

rriwell do fora
hat question was asked again and
again.

Everybody seemed to think Mer

be
ee
\e

must be in a tight place.

When the question was put to Frank,
he simply smiled and said:

“Wait aud see.”

Merry was puzzled over the assa
Scott.
had actually tried to murder the unfor-

ult on

‘T'o him it looked as if somebody

.tunate fellow.

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}

“What do you think of it, Hodge?’’

was the auestion he’ propounded to Bart,

as they sat on the cool veranda of the
hotel that evening.
COT se a , as CdS ad
I’ve thought a number of things,

auswered Hodge. ‘‘It looks as if some-
body wanted to put Scott out of the way.
Now, who sliould desire that ?’’

‘There is a person.’

‘“erbert Hamiuerswell ?’’

“Right.”? 5

‘““But how did he do it?”

‘That's an interesting question.”

They were silent some moments, and
then Bart said:

‘‘T do not believe Herbert Hamunerswell
was on the car that brought us back to
Maplewood. ”’

‘‘Yie was uot,’’ said’ Frank.

‘Then it seems that he could not have
done the job.”’

‘‘Heimay have hired somebody to do
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“I don’t suppose Hastings would——”?

‘*That fellow would do anything for
money!’’ sneered Bart. ‘“‘He is a low
creature!”’

‘You haven’t thought much of him
tried to steal €tella

had that fight by the

since he from you

and you lake
shore.’’

‘fNo, I have not.
crook !”

‘*Stella seeins to think he’s all right.’

‘“Yes!’’ grated Bart, ‘Sand

She had her

I confess it. He’sa

4

that’s
I’ve quit her for good!
choice between us after that fight, and
she would not give up Hastings. She
couldn’t keep me on the string, too. I
refused to be made a jackass of like
that!”

‘*Perhaps it is the best thing that could
*SBut'd

do not believe Jiastings isthe kind of

have happened,’’ s10dded Frank.

fellow to doa job of this nature.
twisting Hamimerswell’s leg, but I think

he’s the kind to be careful not to get him- ~

self into any trouble. Some chap..batted
Seott who was vindictive. It’s almost too
steep a job for Hammerswell himself to
tackle.”

‘*T don’t know about that,
the fellow is pretty dangerous if he can
have achance to strike an enemy from
beliuind.’’

Frank could not help showing his con-
tempt for such fellows as Hammerswell.
He held in scorn an enemy’ who struck
from behind. It was possible that,,in
some cases, at ieast, he regarded such
much contempt. If
there is a cowardly enemy behind your
back he is far more dangerous than a

I believe

creatures with too

i brave one.

‘‘What are we going todo fora man
to fill Scott’s place?’’ asked Hodge, anx-
iousy.

**T’ll have a man on thie field to-mor-

row.”’
‘*That’s easy enough, but what kind

of aman?” :

  

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‘“T think I’ll have a good one, and, if I
am not greatly mistaken, he’ll create a
seusation.’?

“*How—by his playing?”

‘Yes, aud by his appearance.”

‘His appearance ?”’

‘“To say nothing of his name.”?
‘*What have you struck ?”’
’

‘*Well,
Derringer.

‘‘What’s the matter with ‘
You’re prejudiced, Part. He has been

hope he turns out better than

‘Another wonder.’
,)’

Derringer?
pitching winning ball, and any one of
the other teams in the league would be
glad to get him to-morrow.”’

‘“Not for a hundred dollars a week.”?

“‘When I engaged him for that sum, it
was absolutely necessary to offer him
enough to take him away from Rockford.
We had to have a pitcher in short order.
I made.a good thing by giving him that
nioney. The season here is short, and the

fact that IT could afford to pay a pitcher
such a sum was the greatest advertise-
ment Maplewood could have had. It,

brought in a flood of money at the very
outset, and that. was what we wauted.
Now we are drawing on our merits.”’

“But you’re talking about getting an-
other freak.”’

‘‘You call Derringer a freak, do you?”’

“He looks like it. You know the
Rockford Star suggested dropping calling
us the Merry Menand giving us the name
of Frank’s Freaks. Gallup and Dunner-
wust are generally regarded as freaks.”’

‘““Well, they have made ’em hnstle, all
right. ‘I notice people have quit ridicul-
ing them as ball players.”’

A new arrival at the hotel came out
onto the veranda, smoking a cigar, and
strolled slowly by Frank and Bart. He
was a young man, well dressed, but hig
left coat sleeve hung empty and flapping...
He looked sharply toward Merry, aud)

then. bowed.

Frank rose at once.

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“*Mx.
you acquainted with my particular friend,
Mr.

wood

Zinck,’? he said, ‘‘I wish to make

Hodge, the catcher of the Maple-
ball team.’

Zinck
Bart rose at once, accepting it.

‘*T am glad to ineet Mr. Hodge,”’
said the new-comer at “S50

rziwell’s

held out his only hand, and

you,
ee
the catcher of Mr. Me

you are

team? From reports I should say that
ball

given iu the

? Sse ant Te pees )] Tut
you Nave a Tather Tremat}r kal e eciupd

here The games are
ere. The games
Boston Globe,

that Mr.

ed more atteut

being
you know, and it is safe to
’s team has attract-

the

say Merriwell

ion than any other in
Trolley League.”?

Mr. Zinck’s manner was pleasant, and
he seemed like a fellow of considerable
ligence.

con oni Roa en
Merry deserves all

intel
the credit ‘for the
Sal id Hodge.
did not have the best of inaterial at

record tlie team has made,”’

(¢ H e

the start, but he brought it into shape in
a-huriy.. Are 3 terested in Baseball,
sit?’

the
‘‘T have played considerable, you

‘¢Somewhat,’’ smiled one-armed
wan.
know.’

‘‘Befare you met with your misfortune,
of course,’’? said Bart. ‘‘You must have
regretted giving it up.”’

“T met Mr. Zinck while I was on the
explained Frank,

days of my career

road, breaking in.

**Tt was in the early ou
Hodge.
turn between

billed as ‘The One-Arined

the stage, before you joined

He was doing .a. specialty

ie,

the acts, being
Wonder.’ ”?
‘It’s astonislung what things a man
e arm if he
do his best,’’ said
‘*Y had no idea when I started out

I kept

can do with one hand and
has to do them and will d
Zinck,
that I could accomplish so much,
at it, and perseverance won.”?

“What did your turn consist of ?”’ asked
Bart.

““Legerdemain, athletic
feats. I am out of an engagement through

one

juggling and

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Frank Merri-
g the ball here, I
It sees that tis

place to spend

seeing

the summer, and so,

well was managin team

drifted down this way.

miust be a pretty good the

lot weeks of mid-summer.’

4t 18.0 gaia: Batt: “*As -vou take an
ae in baseball, you may find it lively
snough. Otherwise, it would seem a trifle

¢ T fancy >»?
quiet, I eat:

‘Oh, I reckon it will be as lively as:I
wait it,’’ laughed the one

Then,

monplace

e-armed Wan.

aiter. some more taik of a com-

sort, he walked away.

*“’Too bad he lost his arm,’’ said Segt
as he resumed lis seat.
me like a fellow who
gaine of ball once on a time.”’

Frank smiled and said nothing.

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CHAPTER VII.
HASTINGS MEETS AN OLD FRIEND.

Ned
from the

mat oitate
it agitated,

cry) :
SOINEeEW lic

In the dusk of evening Hastings

away lrotel. He

although he

=

seemed

was endeavoring
“*Tf tl

want on

to repress it.
dies, ‘

Haimnierswel

hold I

he muttered.

have the

>

1e fellow
**T can live off the saficnes
life. That is,
viction for the crime.’

the rest of my

if he escapes arrest and con-

Hastings walked on, smoking his pipe.

>
“a

The road that he took was rather

~

lonely,
but he paid little heed to his surround-
ings, being busy with his thoughts,

**T believe I was the only person who
Ree
nerve enough to do

saw him do the job,’’ he murmured.
didn’t think he had
anything of the sort. He is more desper-
ate than I fancied. I shall have to handle

him with gloves,’’

Hastings had not accompanied Hain-
merswell to Rockford that day. He was

a camera fiend, and he had gone out into
the country taking shots at the beautiful
which surrounded Maplewood on
every hand.

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not go over to see the ball gaime,’’ he
said. “‘Iucky? Yes, unless it should hap-
pen that they accused ime of committing
the crime. If they did that, though, I
have a filin that will clear me all right,
all right.’

‘Well, old pal, what have you been up
to now that you are in trouble ?”’

Hastings jumped at sound of the voice,
as if he had been shot, whirling to face
tlle person who stepped out to his side
from behind some bowlders at the side of
the road.

*’Whio the devil are you?”’

‘Don’t you know' mie, Charlie ?’’

Hastings started again at sound of that
name.

*Charliel’’ he gasped.
handle—Charlie
I suppose I’ looking a little

“Ves, that’s your
Thropp.
tough, but I think you’ll recognize me if
you take a good square look at niy phiz.”’

Hastings had turned pale, and he could
not restrain his agitation. He stepped to-
ward the man, at whour he stared.

‘*Blipper?’’ he gasped, as if in doubt.

**Sure thing, pal,’? chuckled the man
who had stepped out from the rocks.
**Shake, old sport!’

He held out his hand.

Hastings hesitated.

‘What?’ cried the other, astonished.
**Are you going to refuse an old side part-
ner? Whi, we’ve been ou ‘many a neat
job together. You can’t turn me down
now !’?

‘What the devil do you want here,
Flynn?’ asked Hastings, hoarsely.
“What do I want? Oh, say!

lots.of things.’’

T waut

“But I thought you were in——”?

“Sing Sing—I know. You see I’m
not.’’

‘But you haven’t been released ?’’

**T released myself. ”’

‘‘Hiscaped.”?

“That’s it. You know the prison

  

   

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hasn’t been made that can hold me. I’ve
told you that before.’’
‘‘How in blazes could you do it ?”’

**Oh, I had friends, even if you did go
back on me and get out, my dear old pal.
They nianaged to get the tools in to me,
and I did the rest. They knew the night
when I would makea break, and they
had a boat waiting for me down on the
river. Didn’t have any trouble in particu-
lar, but we came near going down in the
river. One of iny friends—there wete two
boat drifted
You see, a heavy storm came up
Haven’t you

—was drowned, and the
away.
before we could get across.
read about it i the papers?’

‘*Not a word.’

“Well, you are Tost to the world down
here in this forsaken part of the coun-
try !”?

“You are the last man I ever expected
to set eyes on, Flynn.”

“And the last you wanted to set eyes
on, nO doubt; but. Jim. here,and were
still pals. Eh, Charlie??? —

**Don’t call me Charlie! My name is
Hastings now—Ned Hastings.”’

“That’s as good asany. I don’t be-
lieve Charlie Thropp ever was your true
name, although I knew you by it in the
old days. What are you. doing around
here? You must have some gaine going.”’

‘Pm spending the susminer here.”’

‘What for ?”?

‘Recreation. ”’

‘Oh, come off your perch! You always
had an eye open for business, and I know
you’re working some kind of a lay here.
Where are you stopping ?”’

“At the Maple Heights Hotel.”

The escaped convict whistled.

**Well, that’s dead swell!’ he laughed.
**It’s like you, old mau, to goin for the
best. I'll guarantee that some of the
guests at that hotel will be touched be-
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‘tT don’t have to do that kind of work.”
‘Hh? Don’t? Well what have you got

against? Tell an old pal about it.”’
‘I’m just keeping quiet for the sum-
mer.”’

“*T don’t believe it! Excuse me, but I
know you too well, dear old pal, to swal-
low that kind of guff.’’

‘Believe it or not, it makes no differ-
ence tome. But I should think you’d be
getting out of the country.’’
| “Just what I’m trying todo, but it’s
slow work. I’m broke, and I tieed a lift.’’

*‘T’1m broke, too.’’

‘Too bad!’’ laughed the escaped con-
vict in a manner that told he did not be-
lieve it. ‘‘And still you are putting up at
a dead swell summer hotel! Oh, my dear
old pal, you ought to know me better
than to fling me any sucha bluff as that!”’

‘‘Well, I’m playing enough poker to

_ keep along and pay my way.”’

‘Ts that right???’

‘‘Dead right.’’

“TI know you’ll make a swoop pretty
soon. Anyhow, old fellow, you must lift
me over the line into Canada.’’

Hastings seemed aghast

\**T need just about five hundred dol-
lars,’? said Flynn, coolly, ‘fand you’ll
have to let me have it.’’

‘‘But I haven’t got it!’’ cried Ned.

‘“Then get it!’

Hastings began to feel desperate.

‘When ?”’

‘*Right away.’?

‘Treat !)

‘You must!’’

The escaped convict was determined,
and.Hastings was alarmed.

“Listen to’ reason,’’ urged the latter,
‘‘T have no way of raising so much
money for you.’’

‘*Listen to reason,’
**T must have the money.

  

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’ said Flynn, coolly, |

You arethe —
only person to whom I can apply, and ‘so
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“‘T can’t get it, and that’s all there is
to it’’

‘‘Then I think I'll go up to the hotel
and find out who are your friends. I’ll
talk with them a little. They’ll be inter-
ested to hear some of the stories I can tell
about Charlie Thropp,.alias Ned Hast-
ings.’

**Would you do that ?’’

“Why not ?”’

“Tt would ruin me, without doing you
any good.”’

“Ruin you! Ha! ha! ha! That is
pretty good! If you don’t raise the
mdney for me, or put me onto a way of
raising it, I’11 do just what I have said.
I must have that money to take me into
Canada in a hurry, and take care of me,
forthe officers are scouring the country
for me.”’ - &)

‘“The officers——”?

““They’re lidble to show up this way
any moment, I’ve thrown them off the
scent for a time, but whocan tell when
they’ll strike the trail again !’’

‘*They might recognize mne!’’ thought
Hastings, his face blanching.

He stood still for some moments,
seeining to study over somethmg. It was
growing dark. F

‘*Can’t we sit down somewhere, ’’ Hast-
ings finally said. ‘‘I believe I do know a
scheine whereby you can raise the
boodle.”’

‘Now you are talking business!’’ ex-
claimed Flynn. ‘‘Here isa place to sit
down beside the road. It will seem like
old times to be talking over any sort of a
scheme to raise the simoleons. Go aliead
and unfold, my dear old pal.”’

They sat down together, side by side,
and Hastings revealed his scheme.

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CHAPTER VIII.
TWO. PRECIOUS RASCALS.

‘‘At the hotel,’’ said Hastings, ‘‘

is.

stopping a shallow-brained young chap:

by the name of Hammerswell. I’ve been

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living off him since I struck the place.”
‘*Kasy meat ?’’ inquired Flynn.
‘To a certain extent.’
“Lots of rocks?”?

‘All he can get off his old man.”?
“Men there is an old man?”

pure:

“Why not strike the fountain head,
and work tlie old man ?”’

‘“He’s not soeasy. I get at him through
his son,’?’

‘All right, only I fancy going straigit
to headquarters. Go on, ol pal.”

‘“Hammerswell was ambitious to be-
come the manager of the baseball team
here, but another person, a fellow by the
name of Frank Merriwell, was chosen in-
stead.”’ ‘

‘What can we do with Merriwell ?’’

‘*Nothing.’’

“Then cut him out.’?  «

“But I have to tell you about .him, in
order to make the lay of the land clear to
you.’ ;

‘All right..”

“*Hamuimerswell hates Merriwell with a
fierce and deadly hatred.’?

“Fron what you said about. him at
first, I didn’t suppose he’d have brains
enough to hate anybody like that.’’ .

‘“‘He’s got just enough and no more.
He is ready to do anything to injure Mer-
riwell. He will pay any kind of money
to get a good lick at the manager of the
Maplewood ball team.”’

‘I can’t take the job. You’re off your
trolley, old pal. You’ll have to strike
another lav.’’

‘*Wait,’’ ordered Hastings. ‘You do
not understand yet. It’s this way: Hain-
merswell has found it necessary to have
tools to help him i his work.’

‘*Naturally.’?

‘‘He has been forced to betray himself
to them.”’

‘Sure thing.”

**One of the village boys was on the

*

ball team. His name was Scott, and’ he
played shortstop.”

‘‘Did he make a short stop on the
team ?”’

“Don’t pun! Listen!’ ”

‘*Drive on, my boy.”’

“The other members of the team, with
a single exception, are personal friends of
he manager, and no amount of money
would induce them to play crooked.’?

‘Remarkable!

thing the matter with them!’

They must have some-

‘‘Hammerswell tried the exception, but
Merriwell won the fellow over to his
side.”?

‘*Crafty Merriwell! > He must be a re-
markable fellow. I’m beginning to admire
him, though you haven’t said much
about hhim.’?

“The only man let on the team that
Hammerswell could reach was the village
boy.’?

“"Ali! Now I begin to see why the vil-
lage boy made a short stop on the team.
That’s twice I’ve worked the same gag.’’

*‘Hatmmerswell promised him money to
throw the games. Every game he could
lose by his playing would be worth
twenty-five dollarsto him.’?

‘And he couldn’t keep it up long with-
out losing his head, if Merriwell is half
the fellow you’ve led me to believe.’’

“To-day Scott bungled im trying to
throw a game, and he was called off the
field by Merriwell, who took his place.”

“Tl knew Merriwell was all right !”’

‘ From something I have overheard
since, Iam led to believe that Hammer-
swell and Scott quarreled right after the
gaiie.’? !

‘‘And Hammy found himself in a box,
eh th .

‘‘Seott threatened to blow: on him.
They had it pretty hot. Instead of com-
ing back to Maplewood on a trolley car,
Hammerswell obtained a bicycle and rode
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‘“Must have wanted to work off his
pent-up emotion.’’

‘‘Scott got here first by trolley, and
started for his home wliich lays outside
the village. Hammerswell was. conng
into the village by the same road.”’

‘They met, and there was trouble.”’

‘“Hamunerswell must have ridden hard
to get along in time to meet Scott on the
road. He reached a point where he could
conceal himself aud the wheel and lay for
his tool.’’

‘‘Now we’re coming down to the trag-
edy!”?

‘When Scott came alone, Hamuer-
swell waited till he passed, then he
stepped out behind him and struck him
down with a heavy stone. After this, he
kicked and beat Scott unmercifully, while

the unlucky fellow lay senseless on the ,

ground.’’

‘eT hat was fine!’’

“Scott was found an hour afterward
and taken home. It is thought his skull
may be fractured so that he will die.”’

‘In which case Hamuny will do well to
escape having his neck stretched.’’

‘Now do you understand my game???

“Tve been wondering how you know
so much about It,’’

“Tl was out taking plotograplis, and I
happened to see the whole business. ”’

“‘Vou’re dead in Juck!”’

‘‘Do you see the game ?’’

“JT cau see you have a cinch with Mr.
Hainmerswell.’’

‘‘And I have put you onto it.”

**Me?”’

‘Ves. 9

‘‘Vou think I can work it?’

“T kuow you can.”’

‘*Elucidate.’’ ;

‘© Al] you have to do is catch Hammuer-
swell alone and tell him just what hap-
pened on the road. Make lim believe you
saw it. ell lain you are anxious to reach
Canada, and that five huudred dollars will
help you over the line, You'll get the

five hundred if he can beg, borrow or
steal it.’’

Flipper Flynn whistled a queer little
snatch of a tune.

‘‘It’s pretty good,’’ he said. ‘*The only
trouble is in tapping Hamiierswell.”’

‘“That’s easy.’

‘*How ???

**T’l] take him into the village with me
right away, as soon as I can return to the
hotel. ‘There is a place in the village
known as The Tavern. We'll go there.
You can be there. Don’t show that you
kuow ine, but nail him. ‘Take him aside
and make him cough.”’

The escaped convict slapped Hastings
on the back.

‘‘Charlie,’’ he said, ‘‘you always did
have a fine head on your shoulders!
Never got into no tight corners, same as
me. This little game of yours is all
right.’?

‘*You’ll work it ?’’

‘‘Well, you bring Mr. Hamunerswell to
the Tavern aud see me try him awhile; I
believe I can do him—and do him
good.”?

‘“You must be sure not to show thiat
we are acquainted in any way.’’

‘‘Old pal, you have put me onto a snap.
If it pans out, I'l] be far on my way to-
ward Canada on the morrow. You can
live on in peace liere, with nothing to
disturb you. I'll not spoil your. little
snap. When I’m far away, you can twist
Haimuny’s leg as much as you like.”’

‘“Thank you!’ laughed Hastings,
plainly relieved, for he had feared Flynn
would throw the whole matter on his
shoulders and make him work Herbert.
“You can push him to the wall. If he

_ says lie hasn’t the money, tell him to get
it from his old dad. Tell him youll blow

the whole thing if he doesn’t come down
with the scads.”’

“Oh, leave that part of it to ane, old
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‘fAnd you’ll get away to Canada as fast
as possible ?”’

‘Sure thing, Charlie—er—ah—excuse
me, I mean Neddie. Don’t be afraid. I'll
I?ll not disturb you after I
get my fins on the five hundred, and I'll

hang around,

not forget you, pard, for putting ine onto
the snap. I?ll do as much for you thie first

time you are running away from the

cops. ”’
‘Thanks!’ said Hastings, sarcastic-
ally. ‘*You are too good, Flipper!”’

‘‘Don’t mention it. It’s a way I have.
I can’t help it, you know. See you in
town as soon as you can get Hammy
there. Make a hustle fox it.’’
“All right.”
The two precious rascals separated.

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CHAPTER IX.
HERBERT PAYS THE PRICE.

Hastings hurried back to the hotel and
sought for Herbert Haninerswell.

It was not an easy thing to induce the
ex-Senator’s son to go down to the Tav-
ern, but Hastings finally did so.

Herbert was in a sullen humor, and he
seemed ready to quarrel with any one.

“I’m tired enouglh,’’ he growled, ‘‘and
I don’t feel like tramping around,”’

‘‘Well, I want a drink,’’ said Hastings,
“and I think you need one, too. We can
get what we want down to the Tayern.”’

‘Is that why you’re tramping down

there?’’ cried Hammerswell, in disgust.

‘(Why didn’t you say so? We could have
found something to drink in my rooi at
the hotel.’’

‘J wanted a walk in the air.”’

‘“Well, you could have taken it alone.”’

‘‘Ves, but I preferred your company.’’

‘“My company isn’t likely to be very
agreeable to-night.”

“Tt should be. Scott is out of the
game, and Merriwell will be a man short
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Herbert started at the mention of
Scott’s name, but he became composed
in a moment.

‘‘He’ll find somebody to fill the fel-
low’s place. Scott was not such a much,
anyhow.’’

‘‘He was playing pretty fast up to
within a game or two. That's something
I wanted to speak to you about. Did you
notice the change in him?’

‘‘What change ?”’

“Why, from playing an almost error-
less game, he suddenly began to pile up
He was hitting, too, and all at

What

erorrs.
once he could not touch a balloon.
do you suppose they are saying ?”’

‘*Who??? *

‘““Oh, people in general.”’

‘‘Haven’t the slightest idea.”

‘“Well, they say Scott was tampered
with by somebody.’

Herbert was silent.

‘‘Now, who would do anything like
that outside our crowd?” persisted Hast-
ings.

**T don’t know.”’

‘“‘And it’s strange if any one of our
crowd did, for I knew nothing about it.
Did you have anything to do with the
fellow, Herbert ?”’ |

‘“‘Of course not!’? snarled Hammer-
swell, savagely. ‘‘He’s nothing but a
common country lout. Why should I
have anything to'do with him?”

‘I didn’t know but you found him an
easy man to approach. They say you
were seen behind the grand stand at
Rockford with him.”? —

Herbert stopped short.

‘‘Who says so?’’ he asked, almost ina
whisper.

‘Why, Iheard them saying it up at
the hotel to-night. It was gossip on the
veranda.”’ y

_ This seemed to disturb Herbert.

“Some people talk too much,’ he
cried. “T scarcely knew the fellow Scott!
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never trust that fellow.”’

‘“That shows are seusible,’’ said
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wonder who knocked the packing out of

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Hastings, in a flattering manner.

Scott, and what it-was done for.”’
I don’t
know, and I don’t care a rap! I

‘“You know as well as I do.
wish
somebody’d knock out the whole of
Frank Metriwell’s crowd.”’

They

proached the Tavern.

eutered the village and ap-
As they came up
the steps, a man who had been sitting
there rose and planted himself directly in
Herbert’s path.

It was Flynn,

‘fT want to see you, Mr. Hammer-
swell,’’ he said.

Herbert glared at. him.

‘‘T don’t know you, fellow!’’ he said.
““Get out of the way!’’

Vou'll me in a short time,’’
said the escaped convict, coolly. ‘‘I have
something very important to say to you.”’
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know

‘fT will mot talk with you

‘Oh, yes, you will!”’

“*T will not!”

*‘Oh, yes, you will

Herbert turned to Hastings,
seemed to be looking on in surprise.

‘‘Are you going to see this creature in-
sult ie??? he cried.

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who

‘‘No!’’? exclaimed Hastings, pretend-.

ing tostand by Herbert. ‘‘You are my
friend, and no one shall insult you.”’

**Tt will be better for you, young man,”’
said Flynn, with pretended severity, ‘‘if
you do not mix in this affair.’’

Then he leaned toward Haminerswell,
saying something in a low tone.

Herbert gave a great start, and mut-
tered:

‘*The devil!’

“Now I think vou’ll talk with mea
few moments, sir,’’? said Flynn. ‘Ill not
detain you long, and it is very
tant.”

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above the Tavern door
face was

window
that
very pale, and he seemed seized by sud-

glass

showed Hainmerswell’s

den agitation.

“Tf you'll

politely, ‘‘I can speak with
y; i!

here on

. Flynn,

you right

step aside,’’ said
the sidewalk, within sight of
your friend.’?

Herbert looked at Ned.

“T think Pll hear what the fellow has
to say, don’t yer ’now,’’ he said, falling
into a favorite expression of Archer Fitz-
noodle’s.

“As. you like,’’

said Ned, with pre-
tended surprise.

Herbert stepped aside with Flynn, and
for at least fifteen minutes they talked in
low tones. Hastings knew that Flyun
was playing his cards skillfully, and he
could see the result as manifested by Her-
bert’s wilting. ;

‘Flipper has him!’? thought Hastings.

At last Herbert turned aud came back
to Hastings, saying hoarsely:

‘‘T must go back to the hotel right
away.’?

‘*But come in and have a drink first,’’
urged Ned. ‘‘You know we camie all the
way here for that.”’

Haimmerswell followed him
little back room where stood the
The liquor was poor, but Herbert dashed
off three full glasses before expressiig
hiniself as satisfied.

‘‘We must get back tothe hotel ina
hurry,’’ he said, as they came out to the

‘*T wish to see my father

the
bar.

into

street again.
to-night.’

Hastings pretended to wonder over
what had happened. He questioned Her-
bert a little, just enough to make a pre-
tense of unsatisfied curiosity.

Hammierswell was evasive. He told a

rather thin story about the stranger be-

ing a man who had once been in the eim-
ploy of his father, and he showed a dis-

‘position to turn the subject.

“Old Hammerswell will get touched

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all right to-night!’’ thought Ned, as he
parted from Herbert at the hotel.

Hamunerswell made sure his father was
in his room. He went straight up to the
door of that room, but there his courage
failed him, and he stopped, without
knocking.

“‘Tt’s no use!’’ he told himself in a de-
spairing whisper. ‘I’ve hit him up for
everything that I. can, and he won’t
stand for another dollar. What am I go-
ing to do?’’

He saw arrest and disgrace staring him
in the face, and it made his blood turn
cold

“What if Scott should die!’ he
thought. ‘‘That would be a hanging
That fellow must be silenced at
any cost! He must be sent over the line
into Canada. I know the old man has the
money, but how to get it is the ques-
tion.’”’

He retired to his room, where he fell to
thinking it over.

“The fellow saw me soak Scott, and
he can jug me!’’ muttered Herbert, pac-

crime!

ing the floor in distress.

‘(He said he’d stay outside this hotel
till I brought him the money. I must get
it to him to-night. But how can I do it—
how ?”’

As he walked the floor, a look of des-
peration came to his face.

“T know a wav!’ he muttered.

Then he took some keys from his
pocket and looked at one of them.

“This will let me reach that money!”?
he whispered ‘‘It’s the only way to get
rid of that fellow and save inyself.’’

It was after midnight when a dark fig-
ure sneaked, out of the hotel. and. walked
down toward the road. This figure had
not gone far before another, dark figure
rose and, said:

‘“So you've come! Well, you’ve been

yp)
long enouglh!

‘(Is that youw?’’ faltered Herbert.

‘*Ves, Have you brought the money ?”’

‘*Here it is.””

Herbert passed over a package of bills,
which Flynn eagerly grasped.

‘All right, my hearty!’ chuckled the
escaped convict. ‘‘Now you can go back
to sleep and dream sweet dreams.

Herbert sneaked back, but not to sleep
or dream. :

In the morning there was great excite-
ment around the hotel. The room of
Arteias Hammerswell had been entered
in the night, and he had been robbed of a
very large sum of money. The ex-Sena-
tor made a great stir about it, vowing
that the rascal should be brought to jus-
tice and given the full limit of the law.

9

CHAPTER X.
THE NEW SHORTSTOP.

The robbery proved a fruitful topic for
conversation in the early part of the day.
Later interest seemed to turn to the com-
ing ball gaine between Maplewood and
Torrenttown.

The doctor announced that Joe Scott
was alive, but in a half-conscious state.
His condition was regarded as critical.

Who would fill Scott’s place?

That was the question asked by the
Rockford Star, which gave an account of
the assault on Scott, but offered no ex-
planation. of the very mysterious affair,

That Merriwell unust have a good man
to take the place of the one he had: lost
everybody agreed, for, till recently, the
Maplewood Jad had. been playing. very
swift ball,

At ten o’clock in the forenoon Frank
and his men came out for practice. There
were but nine of them, including Derrin-
ver.

It began to seem that he would be
forced to play Derringer at short, but
everybody. said the fellow could not cover
two feet of ground, and would be utterly
lost outside the pitcher’s box.

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It began to look as if Torrenttown
would have a snap, for those who pro-
fessed to know whispered that Merriwell’s
wrist was so lame that he could not use
his famous double-shoot even as a last re-
sort. He had been workiig the dotible-
shoot to a great extent, and it seeired
that he had overdone it.

Merry did not seem at all worried. He
directed practice and took’a hand trv it.

Among the spectators was Mr. Zinck,
the one-armed man, and he watched the
work of the team with great interest.

The ‘‘sports’’? had been watclring for
the time to turn against Maplewood, and
sonietling led them to believe that thie
They
were ready to bet om. Torrenttown, even

turning point had been reached.

though the latter had not been making a
remarkable record,

Herbert. Ham merswell longed. to inake
soine bets, for he believed
chance to win some money; but he had
no money to bet, and his father, being in

he saw a

a rage over his loss, would not advance a
cent.

Herbert tried to touch Archer Fitz-
noodle up*for something, but Archer was
wary, and the ex-Senator’s son cursed his
luck and everything and everybody else.

Frank did not keep his men at practice
long. He liad them out just enough to
limber up, and then he called them off
the diamond, ’

The village sheriff was playing the de-
tective in trying to work up the robbery
case at the hotel, but he had not seemed
to make much progress, and the guests
were inclined to ridicule his crude efforts.

Mid-day passed.

At one o’clock a fife and drum corps,
seated in a wagon, drove all over Maple-
wood. The wagon bore huge lettered an-
nouncements of the ball game to take
place that afternoon.

Torrenttown appeared on time, bring-

ing a large crowd on thecars with the

teal.

 

The Maplewood ball ground presented
a lively appearauce. The boys in blue
came out to practice, and everybody
watclied to see who would fill the posi-
tion at slrort.

At first there were “mutterings of dis-
appointment, for the position was left
vacant. Derringer batted to the outfield,
while Hodge kept the infield busy.

‘*It must be that Derringer is going to
fill the position,’’ more than one.

‘Maplewood will lose to-day.”’

**Who says so?’’ cried a inan who was

pre-

said

dressed in a new suit of ‘clothes and
sented a spotty
““Who has any inoney he wants to put up

decidedly appearanice.
on Vorrenttown ?’’

This man seemed a stranger to every-
body.

To everybody? No! Ned Hastings,
sauntering through the gate in company
with Herbert Hannnerswell and Arcelrer
Fitznoodle, saw him and recognized |iiin
instantly.

Herbert saw and recognized him.

Fitznoodle was tle only one of the trio
who did not.

‘(Good heavens!”’
“It’s Flipper Flynn!”

*“Gods!’’ mentally cried Herbert. ‘‘It's
the fellow I gave the inoney! Whiat’s he
doing here? ‘The fool said he’d get away
from here right off as soon as he received
the money!’

Flynn had been using some of that
money. No longer did he have a tramp-
ish appearance. He was well-dressed,
clean-shaved, slick-appearing. He had
acquired a suit of ‘‘store clothes’’ that
fitted lim perfectly, and he made a rather
swell appearance.

‘Where are your sports who wish to
put up some dollars on Torreuttown ?”’
he cried. ‘‘Let them show their blood!’

Herbert felt like turning back and get-
ting out of the enclosure, but forced him-
self to walk on. He was obliged to pass
close to Flyin.

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“‘Ha!’’ cried
‘*Here are soine bloods!
their faces. They are dead game bucks!
I should say they were Torrenttown men,
too! Come on, my hearties, I’]l bet you
souie good clean money that Maplewood
wins. Show your blood, young fellow!”

He actually brushed Herbert’s nose
with a roll of the very samme money Ham-
merswell had given him the previous
night.

Pale as ashes, Herbert hurried on, with-
out looking at the cool rascal, and
Flynn’s laugh rang in his ears.

‘‘He hasn’t much blood in his body.
You can see that by the color of his face.
Where are your sports!”?

After a time, Flynn managed to place
a few small bets, but he complained that
he could not find what he wanted.

There was a sudden exclamation, that
seemed to run over the crowd. There was
a great stir and craning of necks,

‘“What is it?”

‘“Who is it?”

‘A new man in blue!??

“Tt must be the shortstop!”

‘‘What’s the matter with him ?’’

‘“Great Scott! he has but one arm!”’

Out from the dressing-room beneath
the grand stand had issued a figure in a
blue Maplewood uniform. ‘This person
walked with a quick step ditectly upon
the diamond.

It was Brick Zinck, the man with one
arin, whom Merry had introduced to
Hodge the night before!

No wonder the spectators were astound-
ed. No wonder they stared. It hardly
seemed possible that Frank Merriwell
would put a one-armed man onto the dia-
inond,

Merry’s fellow players were no less as-
tonished than the crowd. ?

‘‘Shimminy Gristmas!’? gurgled Hans
Dunnerwust, dropping to a sitting pos-

ture om the ground. ‘‘Do mine eyes de-
ceef you? I perlief dot veller vos goin’ to

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dry to blay pall! Unc Vrank Merrivell
got him to done id! Holy dunder!
Vrankie has lost my mindt gombletely!”’
Barney Mulloy felt like going on a
strike, while Ephraim Gallup stood on
his head and waved his long legs _protest-
ingly in the air. ;
‘“Whiat’s this?’’ asked Hodge, of Frank,
as he saw Zinck take his place on the
diamond. ‘‘Are you going to let that fel-
low play ?”’
‘«Sure thing,
“At short?”
‘Yes?
“Frank, you are losing your head!
How can a one-armed man fill such a
position ?”’ ;
“If you wait long enough, I think
Zinck will answer the question.”
‘‘Well, you do the confoundedest things
ever heard of! How do you know he can
play ball?”

’» smiled Merry.

**T’ve seen his record.”’

‘*But you never saw him play???

“*Not yet.’

‘It’s plain this game is to be a farce.”

“‘If so, Maplewood will be the side to
laugh.”’

Frank had Bart bat a hot one down to
the new man. Hodge sent one on the
ground, and Zinck picked jit up easily.
Then Bart gave him a liner, aud he
caught it without trouble.

Indeed, during the remainder of the
brief practice, the new man filled his
position well, and the boys began to
breathe again, although it did not seem
possible that a mati with one arm could
meet all the requirements of such a place,

Torrenttown took some practice, and
then the game was called. " i

Maplewood went first to bat, having
choice.

To the surprise of everybody, Frank
had Zinck put fourth on the batting list,

That aman with one hand could bat at
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should be given a position near the head
of the list was something startling.

led off, flied
mediately to centre field. Then came
Batt, who got in a hit and
reached first.

srowning and he out im-

seratch

Barney came up and advanced Hodge,
but was thrown out himself, making two
men out so soon,

It was Zinck’s turn to bat, and every-
body stared at the new manas he came

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was .the comment of
“Where did Frank Mer-
tiwell find such a fellow ?”’

“"He’s a freak!

more than one.

Zinck selected a light bat, and he poised
it easily with one hand.

The first ball over cut a corner, aud he
swung for it, but missed it.

The crowd shouted. .

**He'couldn’t hit a balloon!’ was the
cry.

“‘Give him another arm!’’ yelled one
coarse fellow.

The Torrenttown pitcher grinned. He
fancied he had an easy thing. ‘That was
where he made his mistake. When he
put the next ball directly over, Zinck
met it fairly and squarely.

It was a beautiful crack, and it brought
Hodge home flying, while the crowd rose
and stared to see the one-armed nian fair-

ly whiz down to first and along tosecond.

“He can run!’

“Run! He can fly!’

‘And hegdid hit the ball!”

“Tt was a.dandy!?

‘That man can play ball, even if he

hasn’t but one arm.”’

““Well, he’s a freak.””
‘““Merriwell’s team is made up of freaks,

but they are winners.”

Diamond was the next batter, but be-

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and threw to
catching the’ one-armed

second,
player off the

pitcher whiurled

base some distance,
A shout went up.
‘’There’s your freak !”?
‘They’v
‘*He’s a mucker!”’
**Wasn’t that easy!’
The second baseman tried to run Zinck

e got him!’

down, while the third baseman, a fellow
in from the

closed ]
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by the name of Ridley,

bag to cut him off, leaving the base to be

covered: by the pitcher.
It seemed that the one-armed fellow

had but one thought, and that was to run

straight to third base, for all of anybody

in his patly.

baseinan

The second pursued till the

runner then he

threw the ball.

was near Ridley, and

Ridley caught it and prepared to put it
onto Zinck, who was crouching low as he
tan, as if to slide.

The man with the ball crouched, léan-
ing forward and downward, with out-
stretclied arm.

Then something astonishing happened.

Just before the one-armed man reached
the fellow that blocked
he suddenly straightened up and shot into
the air as if sent upward from a spring
board.

Like a bird, he sailed clear over Rid-
ley’s head, and was not touched by the
ball!

Before thie
could turn
the acrobat

the line of base,

astounded third baseman
amove to throw,

had

and inake
with

the bag in safety.

oe arm reached

The spectators were tliunderstruck for
aimoiment. Then they realized what had
happened, and a great yell of applause
went up.

It is safe to say th at 10 man_ present
like this
wonderful feat of the one-armed player.

When the crowd had stopped shouting,
somebody screamed:

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*“He’s all right !’’ thundered the crowd.

Bart Hodge was gasping.

‘‘Most wonderful thing I ever saw!’’
he declared.

Vou pet my life!’ gurgled Dunner-
wust. ‘Dot veller can blay pall shust as

goot as I couldt..’
The Tige

at each aeher and

They looked
they

rs seeined dazed.
were

hat

asked w!]
‘‘up against.’
; The pitcher was so bewildered/that he
| put one straight over, and Diamond laced
it out, bringing Zinck hoe.

Jack did not score before the side was

retired, but everybody seemed satisfied by

the start, and Merry went into the box.
trving to

no thought of

His wrist was

Frank had

piteh for strike-outs. not
4 ii] for
. Torrenttown that day, as it would pull

If Rock-

teallls in

condition that. He hoped to beat

ad,

the Tigers down from thie le

ford won from Seaslope, three

the league would be nearly tied for first

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place.
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nioud;

first

but it bounded for Jack, and he

fuinbled, letting the fellow reach first.

‘The next man sacrificed him to second.
Then came a — hitter.

he fellow to the

batter put one down to Dia-

So ee
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best of
on a

worked t

‘his ability, and finally
foul, which was handled by Hodge.

and there ‘was a

Frank

caught him

py ‘Two men were out,
man on second.

a The next batter was determined to
! i drive out a long one, Frank was
equally determined that he should mot. It
struggle, but the man hit the ball
fairly at last, dropping it far beyond the
shortstop’s position, yet so far in that
neither of the outfielders could touch it.

and

Was a

Zinck ran back for that ball with all
the speed he could command. It did not

seem that he could get back to it bya
rod, but he did so, and, just as it was

  

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der and located it. Running at full speed
the ball, the One-Aried Wonder
took that short fly easily aud held it With
one hand.

with

It was sucha play as is seldom seen on
any field. It wasa play to bring every
lover of the game up shouting with ad-
miration.

The ‘Figers had been retired w
ck had
lays in one inning.

aud

ithout a
made two wonder-
Already
was watched

score, and Zin
fil 1

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ord W

his rec-

as made, he by

hundreds of eyes.

tg

Now the players were eager shake

hands with the new shortstop, and Frank

was congratulated on securing ae

F lipper Flyi®% was still looking for
bets. He eo 1is betting talk on all sides
of the diamond, flourishing the roll of
money.

Herbert Hamimerswell squirmed when
he saw that money.

Ned Hastings was not easy. Fiynn had
prounised to make tracks for Canada, but
he was doing nothing of the sort.

As soon as possible, Hastings. slipped
Herbert and- approached
jolly Flipper along,
] ask in a

from
Pretending to

away
Flynn.
Ned got
tone:
‘What the devil are you doing
‘*Sporting,’’ was the cool answer.
‘But I thought you were making a run

near enough to low

yp?

for Canada.’’

‘‘Haven’t a doubt of it.’’

‘When are you going?”

“When I have'to.”’

‘‘And that means—just what???

‘Ive struck a good thing right here,
and I’m thinking of staying to- push it
along.”?

**But you are in constant Ganges of be-

a

ing recoguized and arrested.’

‘Oh, perhaps so; but don’t let it worry
you, my boy. Tl yet at Mr. Hammer-
swell again before I leave, at any rate.’?

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: ‘“Tyianks!?? laughed Fiynn. ‘‘Keep
|* your compliinents.”’
ns Herbert had seen Hastings talking with

the fellow, and lie asked, when Ned re-
turned:
“What

him ??’

 

the dickens were you saying

‘tT was jollying him about betting,”’
said Ned. ‘“‘I thought he might be bluff-
ing, but he means business. Wonder

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where he got all that money ?’

“Tow. should I kiiow ?’’
bert.

Hamunerswell was
a talk with Flynn

on nettles, e

longed to have , yet did

not wish any one to see him speaking to
1

the fellow. In his heart he cursed the es-

caped convict for not keeping his word

aud making tracks out of that region ina

» hurry.
. The gaine continued. It proved to be
a hot one. Merriwell’s new shortstop
i) covered lots of ground and piovss an
a error le ne. besides maki ga good

record at tite, bat.
At the

was six to three in favor of Maplewood.
In the seventh inning Torrenttown tied

end of the fifth inning the score

 

the score.
The eighth proved to be a whitewash

\
for both
The
exciteiment.

sides.

ninth came in amid the greatest

  

 

Merry was pitching his level best, but
his best. Two clean
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hits were obtained off
and it was something remarkable that the
Tigers had not scored,

   
  
  
    

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ninth. He lit the second ball pitched,

  

aud it was the hit of the game. It sailed
out toward the left field which it
cleared in beautiful style, and the one-
armed player trotted round the
coining home to the applause ofa
thoroughly admiring throng.

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could obtain, althoug* thev fought hard
aud got a man round to third.
Then came Merriwell’s turn to show

what he could do.
He

strikes on the

was fortunate in obtaining two

first up, and then
1

he struck the man out on a double-sh

batter
100.

But throwing that one ball seemed to

”

almost break lis wrist, and he knew he

could not send in another.

The next man reached first on an error
by Rattleton. =

Then came a pretty hit that sent the
nan round to third.

‘“Here’s where the Tigers tie the
score!’ was thie cry.

“*T can’t have it!’ thought Franl

He caused the next man to pop upa
fly, and canie near having it turned into
a double play. Only the batter was put
out, however, and another hitter faced
Frank.

Merry teased him along. Three balls
and two strikes had been called. Then
Frank cut the inside corner, and’ the bat-

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ter hit the ball.

It was a high liner, and how Zinck ever
got up into the air high enough to stop it

no man seeuied able to tell. However,

he did stop it, and down it came to
ground. Theshortstop had it ina sec-
ond, and he sent it whistling to first.

was end-
ed, anc!) Maplewood had won again!

At this moment a sudden
broke out amid the spectators. ‘T’wo men
“wete seen struggling. One whipped out
and struck the other down.
Then he fled directly across the diamond.

It was Flipper Flynn, he had
stabbed a detective who had tried. to ar-
rest him.

. The batter was out, the game

coimmotion

a weapon

and

For some moments the ‘spectators
seenied bewildered, and then they started
in pursuit of the fugitive, shouting for

others to stop him.

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ground seize and attempt to iron Flipper
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ground. Then he saw Flynn take to his

heels, and Herbert was the first to raise
the hue and cry against him.

‘“He’s killed a man! Stop him!’

Across the dianrond poured the crowd
in pursuit of the™ fugitive. He made
straight for the feuce, which he scaled
like a cat, disappearin® from view as he
dropped on the other side.

Kraak Merriwell had seen the fellow
stab the officer, and he pursued Flynn,

Merry was unable to overtake the fugi-
tive in crossing the diamond. Flynn
proved himself a great runner, and well
he might, for he was running for his life.

It is possible Frank expected the fence
would block the man for a moment, but

Fiynn searcely seeined to heed it.

Merry
followed iim over, but hurt his ankle in
dropping to the ground.

But for that slight injury, Frank might
have run Flynn down ina hurry. As it
happened, the fugitive was able to gain
on him after clearifig the fence.

The fence blocked the greater part of
the crowd and checked the multitude
from pursuing the escaped convict closely.

However, Merry kept Flynn in sight,
aud soon otners were following Frank.

Now and then the fellow looked back,
seeing his pursuers holding after hifn.
Ouce he drew a revolver and shook it at
Frank, but that did not cause Merry to
slacken his speed in the least.

Maplewood was aroused.
that a murder had been done on the ball

The report

ground spread like wild-fire, and the whole
place turned out to join in the man hunt.

Flynn made for a wild section of coun-
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The pace
was too hot for Archer Fitznoodle, so he

ings were ainong the pursuers!

fell out and gave it up.

‘‘T hope they kill him!’ panted Her-
bert. :

“They mustn’t capture him!’’ said
Hastings, grimly.

“Noone!”

‘‘We shall be in danger if they do.”

Ned let that slip, but Herbert did not
question him then as to its. meaning,
although he often puzzled over it after-
wards.

‘‘Merriwell can’t overtake him,’’ pant-
CCT

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but the fellow is keeping his lead.’

ed Hamiunerswell. reat runner,

‘“Merriwell has been limping.
have hurt himself.”?

Frank observed the direction chosen by
Flynn, and saw it would be easy for the
pursuers to spread out and keep him from
doubling back when he came to Roaring
River, as he must.

It was not likely that the escaped « cons
vict knew the lay ofthe land ahead: of
him. He was running blindly in the hope
of throwing lis pursuers,

That Flynn would fight if cornered
was cettain. The fellow had provided
weapons for that, and the detective had

paid the penalty of not being cautious.

‘I'd like to have a rifle!’’ panted Her-.

bert. -
‘‘What would you do?’’ asked Ned.
“Do? Why, I’d stop the fellow!’
‘*But you don’t want him taken.”’

““He wouldn’t do any damage if he
was taken after I’d soaked a few bullets
into him.”’ ; ;

Never had Hastings seen Hammierswell
so anxious and fierce.” He had not dreamed
Herbert could run so well. Something
seemed -to give the fellow strength and
wind.

“The river will cut him off,’’ said Ned.

“And he can’t swim it,’’ caine from
Herbert.

He can’t get across.’’

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‘Then he may be captured.

Herbert looked back and saw the pur-
fugitive
He be-
in the

suers spreading out to cut: the

off. Ac

gan to tee

curse came from his lips.

1 that his only safety lay
destruction of theaan in advance.
reached, and Flynn

The

The woods were

disappeared froin view. pursuers

spread out more aud more.
In the vy

arated from Hastings.

woods Herbert soon becaiie sep-
He made no effort
to rejoin lis companion, but hastened on
toward the river.

Behind him rose the sound of shouting
Ahead

roaring

rbrush.
of him the
above the Great Whirlpool.

“The Whit

he should

voices and crashing unde

he could hear rivet

Aye

1 " ¥ o -
there, he’d

Ipool!’’ he muttered.

be sucked down

never come up to tell tales on anybody.”’

In his mind he pictured the fugitive

mass of Wwa-

J
going down in the swirling

r the vision.
the Whirlpool,

in would

ter, and he gloated ove

Herbert made

although le

toward

{ strike

Lc it til he
the river some distance above.
Hauinerswell came out upon
distance
but

fierce,

the bank
some little above the famous
Whirlpool,

and

the current ran
strong the
ragged rocks upre: wing in mid-stream.

‘Tf he could get across’ before the cur-

where

boiling over few

rent caught him, he might get away all
right,’? thought Herbert, as
there just where a small tree had broken
fell trailing into the swiftly-
flowing water.

Ot a sudden, His eyes had
detected an object that was being swept
toward him by the seething water.

It was the head of a man!

That man had
across, but had been caught by the terri-
ble current. Now he had changed
mind and was trying to
shore he had left.

“Tt’s he!’’ grated Herbert, exultantly,
as the human head came nearer. ‘‘The

he stood

over and

he started.

been trying to swim
his

get back to the

He’ll be carried into

current has him!
the Whirlpool 72

The man in the water was making

frantic efforts to get the shore,
but the bank was
the

each moineunt.

there, and
swifter

eae ss
high along

current grew stronger and

He looked up and saw Herbert.
*“Help!’ he cried. .

Then, as him
the

caught

the water was bearing

e limbs of

past,

i
scaita

he made a grasp at th
g trailing in the water and
He clung fast for dear life.

Hann

them.

Herbert ierswell looked down

from the bank into the face of the man

he feared most in the world.

5 7 eo
“Hello, old» pal!’ Flynn, cheer-

said
“Give us a pull, and we’ll be all

gol’* snarled Herbert, shaking
the broken sapling.
‘Ouit. that!”

water. ‘*You’ll

the manin. the

off complet te ly,

cried
break it i

a0.

and this devilish cufrent will finish me!

"Ss Haimmerswe!}l
5

the

1at’s right!’ grated

flinging himself onto sapling and

claspknife from his “pocket,

Whirlpool will

jetking a
“The
finish you!

He tore open the blade of the knife

current and the

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with his teeth. Then. he began hacking

at the splinte red sapling.

The ian in the water cried out,
di@ not stop.
and cast off. The
wretch
Whirlpool carried him down!

but he
The sapling was severed ~
whirled the

the Great

current

doomed away, and

THE END.

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THAT PICNIC.
TELLS THE STORY.

BY BURT L. STANDISH

JOHNNY

I like picnics. It’s good fora fellers’
health to go out in the imajestic forest
and recline onthe ground and get bugs in
his ears.

ec

lid fun out of

a common picnic as the Widder Scrageys

;
DD

I can get as much good sol

can find in a funeral, and that is saying a

heap, for if thtre is anythingin the world
that woman does delight in it’s a funeral.

Bob Jones likes picnics, too. He’s my
chunf, and he’s a corker! He’s only
thirteen,
hundred and eighty. He’s the biggest

but Tl bet he weighs near a

Why, hé’s so

.

boy for his size I ever saw.
fat that wlien he laughs it shuts his eyes
and he can’t see a thing.

Bob's a horrible eater, and that’s one

thing why he likes picnics, for he gets
lots to eat then. All the sanie, I never
knew but one time when he got all he
wanted. Ill tell 5

It was a Sabbath-school picnic, and me

you about that.
and Bob joined the Sunday before it came
off, so we could go. Tolook at Bob, you’d
never think it, but he’s full of fun, and
when he isn’t sleeping he’s planning some
kind of a joke or raising Cain. He’s got
the stupidest-looking face you ever saw,
but there isn’t any fool to Bob, I’m tell-

ing.

Deacon Snooks was getting up this pic-
nic. He’s soft on the Widder Scrages. I
thimk they’d been married before this if
it hadu’t been for Bob, for I know the
widder’s ; ready to-jump like a grasshop-
per at the first chance she gets,

Well, the picnic was over in Jobson’s
grove, and the place they choosed was
pretty near our o]d Swimming Hole, You
see, the stream runs through Jobson’s

gTov
The deacon had everything teed up

‘nice, and a platform built for himself and

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always sung with the choir,fthough she

hada voice that was cracked: in nine dif-
ferent places and was troubled with the
spring halts, for she was first ahead and
On the high

1

then behind the rest of ’em.
notes she would sometimes give a squawk
equal toa hen that was el ter its/neck
twisted, and then pre often she would
stop so sudden it seemed as if she must
have bit her tongue.

But it was only her teeth. She had

: inake

store tecth, an’ the tailor didn’t

’em to fit.

When she opened her mouth real wide
they’d fall down asif the whole roof of
her head had give way. Then she’d have

to rejustify ’em and her level
She always struck

before she
bouta strike in again.
in three octaves higher than the others
and four octaves behindthem. The agony
was awful.

Nancy Boggs is an old maid that’s
never been married, and she deelares she

wouldn’t have the best.manain the world.

All the same, she’s had her eye cocked
toward the deacon fora
and the widder knows it.
_ Nancy sings in the choir, too, and
there isn’t any love lost between her and

ethe widder. They’re both jealous of each
other.

Well, me and Bob we cut ’crost the
field to get to the grove before the others.
Wetun right into Jobson’s hired man,
and he was carrying a cat down to the
stream to drownd het. He had her ina
bag.

Bob saw a chance to have some fun
with that cat, so he agreed to throw her

save the man the

good long time,

in the stream and
tramp.

That feller was tired, anyhow, and he
gave over the cat to us. Then we hustled
for the grove.

“What be
asked.

“J dunno,” he replied; ‘“‘but I'll get
some sport out of this cat if I live.”’

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When we got to the 30b found
a place whiere he could
singers’ platform. I put up a board be-

hind him, so nobody’d ever know there
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grove,

crawl under the

was a place to get in thiere.

Ali the people got there after a time,
and the most of them ‘sat on the seats in
frout of the platform.

I sat there with the rest, wondering
what Bob was going todo. I found out
after the singing struck up.

Bob found anole in that bag, and he
pulled the cat’s tail out through it.
When the singing was fairly under way,
Bob began to twist the cat’s tail and she
began to yowl. The widder looked at
Nancy and Nancy looked at the widder.
There was what Professor Popstye calls
insinuation in them looks.

It was fun.
The widder thought Nancy was trying

to squawk the loudest when they got on
the high notes, and so she just seitied

~

right down to business. Everytime she
opened her mouth I could see where she
had darned the heel of her right hand
stocking. She forgot all about her teeth.

How that cat did screech! Nancy and
the widder screeched, too.

The rest of the choir wasn’t in it.

I laughed. I thought I’d have a fit. It
was better than a circus to_see that -old
maid and the widder glare at each other
aud bear down on the high notes.

All at once sometaing happened.

The widder caught her breath for a
regular old hair-raising flight, and at the
~ same time her teeth took a tumble.

She sucked thei into her throat.

My goodness! but wasn’t there a
rustling then? She turned black in her
face, and began to claw the air and gasp.
In clawing she managed to get hold of
Miss Nancy’s hair, and she took it off
clean, leaving the old maid as bald asa
door knob.

Nancy thought the widder had done it

on purpose, and she went for her on the”

that—wow!—that I know something— —

spot. They had to be separated, and then
the deacon had to run his finger down the
widder’s throat and fish for them teeth.
He got ’em foul and brought ’em to
the surface, which probably saved her

life, and kept Bob Jones from being a
murderer,

After this little exciternent was all
over, I sneaked round when nobody was
lookin’, and moved the board so Bob
could get out. He still had the cat in the
bag. He went out in the woods and hung
the bag, cat and all, to the limb of a tree.

Then we came back and prospected for
the staff of life. The girls was setting the
tables, and they agreed to let:me and Bob
help if we’d agree not to eat anything,

We agreed.

Somewhere Bob found some cayenfie
pepper, and then he was struck by a
scheme. The pie was alJ cut into pieces,
and he just. lifted the crusts and put in
the red. pepper. Whien the
relaid, it looked innocent enough, but it

crusts were

was a delusion and a snare,
Bob managed to get that pepper into
most everything put onto that table.
When people came to eat we
watched for fun.

There was lots of it.

the

The deacon happened to be in a serious
mood, and he was telling about the tor- ,
tures of the hot place to'which all the
wicked people go, when he happened to
get a good mouthful of red pepper.

““Yes, Mrs. Scraggs,’’ he was saying to
the widder, ‘‘some folks who call them-
selves Christians go so far as to say there
is no hell.’? Here he wobbled the mouth-
ful of red pepper over, and began to look
queer as he went on: ‘*But I am quite
sure there is such a place, Mrs. Scraggs.
There is folks who get a taste of it right
here on this earth.’®? His eyes began to
stick out, and he handled that red pepper
as if it was a mouthful of hot soup. ‘In
fact, Mrs. Scraggs,’’ he added, ‘I feel-

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Wo-o-oh {

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we-e-yow !—now that seems!
The widder thought he was -lhaving a
fit, for he sprung up and danced- around
like a monkey. Then he made a-rusli for
the barrel of ice water and drank nearly
half of it.
That was only the

beginning of the
outbreak. Most all the others got some of
that pepper, and such a dancing, howl.
nig set of men and women and ciuldren
you never saw!
While they were drinking water and

trying to cool off, Bob kept right at the
provisions, for he knew what was pep-
pered and what wasn’t. He swallered
‘most everything that didn’t have pepper
in it, and then, scenting trouble, me and

5
him skipped into the cool aud shady depth
of the primeval forest.

We found the cat where we left]

and Bob thought it would be better to

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break her neck than drownd her, so he
shinned up the tree with her.. He was
just getting ready to drop her 6h some
stones, when I spied the deacon and the
widder coming that way. I told Bob, and
then I hid in the bushes.

Hanged if they didn’t come along and
stop under that very tree!

The.deacon was settling right down to
business, and tlhe widder was simpering
and giggling like a girl of sixteen,

‘‘Mrs. Scraggs,’’ he was saying, while
he'cast a look at her that would: have
broken the heart of a cabbage, ‘‘you are
looking charming to-day.”’

The widder tee-heed, and said he was.a
flatterer. ‘The deacon denied it, and de-
clared he was speaking the truth.

*“Vou know the Good Book says it is
not best for man to dwell alone,”’ he said,
as he tried to wind his ari around her
waist a couple-of times or so, and she pre-
tended she was awfulshy. ‘‘Mrs;Scraggs,
Iam getting tired of building my own

fires and sewing on suspender buttons.
_ Love has found a way i

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came liké a thing fallen from the skies,
and." Bi

Just then Bob inverted that bag and
let the cat_drop from it.

She came clipping down through the
leaves, giving one wild shriek of despair.
She struck on the deacon’s head, and I
guess he thought it was a wildcat, for he
screamed murder and ran for his life,
leaving the widder to her fate. The cat
took to the bushes.

Well,

didn’t give the deacon another chance

the widder was mad, and she
that day.
Later, there was a lot of us boys went

down to the old Swimming Hole ana

went in. swimming. The “deacon came
down to see us and tell us not to get

drowned.

 

We had a springboard out over the a
water, and Bob induced the deacon to os:
walk on. it. She deacon d1d tet weiol} a x,

hundred and. ten, sohedidn’t

wATA ’ a
4usJLe than <

bend the board:down much, but Bob got

 

hold of the end.and pulled it down till it 7

     

touched the water.
‘Goodness sakes alive!’’ g

deacon, in the wildest fear. ‘‘Don’t do
that—I can’t swim! Let go! You’ll have

gasped the

me in!??

So Bob let go.
Up went that spring board and up went
the deacon. He didn’t stop going up when

         
    
 

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caine down into the water ker-slosh!

Us boys had to pull him out, and he
looked like a drownded rat.

The deacon felt awfully cut up, and he
said he wouldn’t have the story get out
for anything. All the™Same, the next
issue of the Jimp Corners Bugle printed
the following item:

    

 
   
     
 

‘‘We are sorry to hear that a certain
deacon of a church in a neighboring town
got slightly hilarious at a Sabbath school
picnic held last week. It is said he had
been drinking applejack, and he danced a
can-can while the picnic dinner was be-

      
     
    
 

      

   
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_ ing devoured, whooping and howling in a
. highly seandalous manner; he afterwards
iS wandered away and fell into the stream,
. had
_ some brave boys gone to his rescue. This

; 2 the
1im over the coals.”

where he would have drowned not

is truly disgraceful, and church
should haul

Wasn’t th
that! Well, I should say so.

He made the paper take it all back

J
e deacon hot when he tread
next
week, the reporter confessing that he had
been misinformed.

I hope they’ll have another Sabbath
scliool picnic next summer. Meand Bob
will be there if they do.

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“LITTLE GRINGO’S” LASSO.

HOW A YANKEE BOY CAPTURED A CHILIAN
BRIGAND.

BY BURT IL. STANDISH,

 

Joe Dalton, born and bred in Kansas,
found many things to interest and amuse
him in Chili, even though he had not rel-
ished leaving his native land for a hone
with his uncle in the little Spanish repub-
lic of South America.

If Joe had been given his choice, he
would not have gone to South America
at all; but he was an orphan and deypend-
ent on his uncle, so he had no say what-
ever in the matter.

a schemer,
an attempt
in the rich-

Eben Dalton was always
and his wildest venture was
to fotind a Kausas stock farm
est section of the Chilian territory of
Araucania. |

 

make the
open their eyes
at the saine
time, become a real South American cat-
tle king. That his project was a most
pitiable failure came about as a natural
cotrse of events. —

he would
9

idea
“dashed yaller mokes’

He had an

   

with astonishment, and,

  
 
   
  
 

~ However much they may seek to in-
crease iiminigration, resorting as they do
to trickery and lies to encourage and de-
Jude homeseekers into coming to Chili,

   
  
  

        

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the natives have nothing but scorn and
‘ ;

contempt for ‘‘gringos,’’ as they term all

foreigners. They treat the colonists who
come to their country as if they were
cominon peones, and the least show of
resentment is looked upon as ‘‘insolent.”’

As Eben Dalton was a decidedly inde-

pendent man, he soon incurred the dis-
pleasure of several persons of more or less
authority, and his appeals to the govern-
ment for protection from the native Indian
thieves and Black Carlos, a daring brig-
and, in whose veins flowed a mixture of
Spanish and Indian blood, were utterly
disregarded.

**If I only had half a dozen Kansas cow
Black Car-

Eben, in

punchers hyer, I1’d soon
19

un
los to his hole grunted dis-
gust. ‘‘These onery peones hain’t no good
except to be kicked round and cussed.
Reckon I’ll hev ter go out
Joe Dalton

years of age, but rather small for his

gunnin’ fer
Carlos myself!’’ was sixteen

years. : -

He could ride any horse that was ever
saddled, could skillfully handle a rifle or
revolver, and he sometimes performed re-
markable feats with the horse hair lariat

*

which he had brought from Kansas, the

”? ouce having been the property of

‘Srope
his father.
Joe had been familiar with the ‘‘noble’

red man”?

of his native land, but he often
the
give his North Aimerican brother points
and still hold the lead
genuine, downright ugliness.

declared Ataucanian Indian could

when it came to

The Araucaniaus looked like wild men,
having. dull, expressionless: faces, with
black, wiry hair and thm, straggling
beard,

The old. women continually smoked
cigarettes, looked withered and horrible,
having the appearance of huge apes,
rather than human beings.

But, although there was Indian blood
in his veins, there was nothing dull about

Black Carlos. He was thoroughly hated

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and feared, and he seemed to hold his

own life in utter disregard, feeling no

 

more hesitation about exposing limself to

probable danger and death than he/did in

t]
stealing a horse or cutting a peon’s
throat.

Black Carlos made a mistake by steal-
ing some cattle from one of the govern-

1ent’s agents, and this aroused the law-

makers to offer a reward for the outlaw’s
capture.

But for that one act, the
have gone on robbing settlers and mur-

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bandit might

dering peones without molestation.

“‘T hear thar’s a party out lookin’ for
that black Carlos,’’? said Eben
Dalton one morning, as one of the native

whelp,

workmen brought his saddled horse around
to the front of the adobe ranch house.
*“He’s somewhat in this yere locality.
I’ve gotter go to Rosario on business, and
I advise you to keep an eye open for’Car-
los, Joe.”

« The boy nodded.

“I'd like to capture him and get that
reward,’’ he said.

Eben Dalton laughed a bit at the idea
of little Joe capturing Black Carlos, and
then he said: “

‘*T’ve left my guns in my room, Joe.
Let ne hey yourn; you won’t need ’em
while I’m gone.’’

The lad had the Kansas cowboy habit
of carrying a brace of revolvers, and he
somewhat reluctantly surrendered both
the weapons to his uncle.

Eg Be ina see if Black Carlos
should really turn up,’’ he observed.

“Git my guns out st the rooin,’? called
his uncle, as heswung into the saddle
and galloped away.

3ut when the boy tried the door of his
uncle’s room he found it securely locked,
something which Eben Dalton hag prob-
ably forgotten. Bee

“Twill have to get along without a
gun until uncle returns, muttered the
boy.

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He had retained the Kansas habit of
alling a revolver or a pistol a ‘‘gun.”?

Joe owned a fine young horse: which he
was breaking to saddle, and thirty min-
utes after Eben Dalton disappeared, the
boy dashed away from: the ranch on the
spirited creature’s back,
— loved a free dash on the back of a
ery animal, and he allowed Dick, his
orse, to carry him much farther from

the ranch than he at” a intended to go.

Suddenly he drew up, finding hiinself
rds of va-

mounted

face to face with a dozen Spaniar
rious grades, all of whom were
and armed to the teeth.

One, who seemed to be the leader,
haughtily motioned the boy to approach.

‘“‘Wonder who they can be?’’ thought
Joe, riding fearlessly up, but without
saluting in any way or removing his hat.

This lack of humility onthe part of
the boy caused the Spaniards to scowl
blackly, while Joe, who. understood a
sinattering of Seanish heard them curse
him beneath their breath,

“We ate looking for Black Carlos,”’
said the leader, speaking in his native
tongue.

“All right, look away. I haven’t any
objections,’’? coolly answered the boy,
succeeding in speaking their language
correctly enough to make them under-
stand. :

Their scowls deepened.

‘Cursed, insolent little gringo!’’ they
muttered.

The leader then asked Joe a few ques-
tions about the surrounding, country, all
of which were auswered by the boy,
although he did not grovel before his in-
terlocutor in the least.

Finally the man said:

“Little gringo should learn manners!”?

As the party rode away Joe called after
them ;

“I’m out looking for Black Catlos my-
self. Bet I catch him first.”’

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ambas’* and a jingling of spurs, they dis-
appeared over a ridge. Joe laughed when
the last broad hat had vanislied.

“Those fellows expect everybody to
act like his tail
tween his legs when they are around. |

2a whipped dog with be-

reckon they don’t know.a Kansas Yan-
kee.’’
He heard a soft step behind him and

turned to find himself looking into the
mouth of
muscular hand of a savage-lookiug

blood.

The man had

a pistol that» was held in the
half-

and the
startled lad expected to be sliot instantly.
The but a
scarlet handker about his
head.

‘“T heard little gringo talk
s,”” he

a wicked eye,

man’s broad hat was

chief was. tied

gone,

with the
fools who are after Carlo said in
pure Spanish. ‘‘They did not know Car-
los was hiding in yonder brush.”’

This was the brigand laimself,
Joe experienced a queer, creepy sensa-
face with
the famous robber and murderer.

**Get off that horse, little gringo,’’ or-
dered Carlos. ‘‘Mygood animal is at the
bottom of a quicksand, and I mu “3 have
another to escape those poor fools.’

Joe objected, but a look on the face of
the outlaw caused him to \quickly dis-
mount.

“Tf I only had my
thought.

With keen satisfaction, Carlos exam-
ined the horse-hair lasso hanging from
the saddle.

“What can gringo want. of that?’’ he
sneered. ‘‘He cannot know how to use
it: It is better than mine, so we will ex-
change.’

The idea of ‘‘exchanging’’ seemed to
please the bandit, for he laughed aloud
as he uncoiled his own rawhide rope frem
his waist. He was in the habit of taking
whatever he desired, but, having secured
the fine horse-hair lariat he had no fur-

tion on finding himself face to

guns now!’’ he

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ther use for the one he formerly possessed,

so he flung it at the boy.
Joe stood with his haimds.in his pockets,
mak-

disconsolately wate hing the robber

ing pre arations to ride away with Dick.
The he
like the idea of losing
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se was valuable, and Joe did not
him, but what was
he to do?
little . gringo,’ called Biack
swung lightly into the saddle.

** Adios,
Carlos.as he
Then he

the ridge beyond which his pursuers had

rode slowly up to the crest of
disappeared, with the evident purpose of
discovering the course pursued by the
party.

‘What will Uncle Eben
finds I |
big lump in his throat.

when he
Joe, a

say
have lost Dick !’’ muttered

Carlos
back

All of asudden he saw Black

wheel the horse and come dashing
down the slope.

In a few seconds the broad hats of the
pursuing party appeared over the ridge,
explaining the outlaw’s sudden action.

Like a flash

Joe’s mind.

a scheme passed throngh
Catching up the rawlide
lasso which the bandit had flung at him,
he swiftly coiled it,
secure to the trunk of a sinall tree.
he crouched beliind a rock, every

trembling.

having made one end
Then
nerve

back at his
enemies, who fired several shots as they
The brigand
belind
lariat

Black Carlos was looking

caine over thie ridge. did

not see who arose from
the

around his head just before making the

the boy
tock, swinging the rawhide

cast.

Out shot the lasso, squirming like a
snake through the air, and down over
Black Carlo’s dead and shoulders dropped
the noose.

In another instant the bandit was tern
from the saddle, and he struck the ground
with such violence that he was stunned.

Joe ran out and snatened the robber’s

pistol, standing over Black Carlos. with

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the cocked weapon wlien the outlaw
hunters came up and surrounded them.

“T told yowl’d catch him first!’ he
cried, joyfully. ‘‘He is mine, and I'elaim
the reward !’’

Then there wasa great jabbering in
Spanish, while genuine looks of admira-
tion were cast on the “‘little gringo.

The leader assured Joe le was an offi-
cer, and wotld take Carlos into
while the boy should receive the reward

custody,

he had won.

This seemed all right, and Joe gave up
the ee readily enough.

One of t
back the horse which Carlos had intended

he men captured and brouglit

to steal, and the boy also recovered his
horseliair lariat.

That night Joe had a surprising story
to tell his uncle; but the old man did not
doubt it in the least, as the lad 1

told him a falsehood.

jad never

“Vou’re a hummer, Joe!’’ Eben Dal-
re
‘‘But you won’t git a

Them Span-

ton proudly cried.
pinch of that thar reward.

ish eusses hate gringoes, so they won’t

think nothin’ of gobblin’ the whole pot.
For once the old man was mistaken, as

the leader of the outlaw hunters hap-

»)

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man for a Chilian, and he only retained
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Thank you,

We have read nearly all the numbers of the Tip
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I hope the present baseball series will keep
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fine
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made a flying catch and saved the game. Frank has
a cowardly enemy in Hammerswell. Now, while
Maplewood is admitted to the league, I wish he
would continue to play baseball through the sumni-
mer. JOE BAYER,

St. Paul, Minn.

time in playing ball.
in life.

Frank cannot spend all his
He has many other objects

 

I have just returned to my home in Charleston, S.
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ROBBIE JAMES WARREN,
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H. H. D. EB. H.,
ET Indianapolis, Ind.

  

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Hope we will some day be like Frank Merriwell.

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Frank is an ideal boy.

ISAAC JOSEPH,
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Friends, please listen to what I say
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A lesson which all of us need,

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In everybody’s home it does abide.

It’s writer is Standish (Bert L.),

It’s hero is Frank Merriwell.

His friends I also mustn’t dodge—
There’s Jack Diamond and Bart Hodge
Harry Rattleton and Browr r. Bruce,
Who thinks he’s too lazy for any use.
And there’s Irish Barney Mulloy,

And Hans Dunderwurst, the Dutch boy.

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Girls who are both noble and true;

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At playing-ball he’s a real “beaut.”

akes him to throw.the double shoot.

And there’s not another man to match

Bart onee when behind Frank to catch.
And I can tell you that one and all

Are raat dandies at playing baly

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And hoping to follow in Franky’s track,
[ remain your constant reader Jack.
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them, and find they are well written ae eee

the quality of excellence. 3ut as for me, I enjoyed
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very good. They excel all other books of this kind.
Hoping Frank will meet and marry Elsie, We will
close wishing you the best.of success and Frank a
long life. Yours truly,

JOHN R. VAN ARNOT,
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short story, entitled ‘‘The Tip Top Weekly in 1930.’’

Many years have passed since I read the first issue
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gray I sometimes look back to when I was a boy
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many benefits that I have secured from them, which

ave stayed with me until the present moment, and
now will say that they have made a man of me, and
I know that there are others who will agree with me.

Mr. Burt L. Standish (God bless him!) is a very
old man now, but he still writes the Frank Merri-
well stories, which have -passed into the Frank
Merriwell, Jr., and he has not lost any of the vim
and dash of the’ Tip Tops of old. Frank Merriwell
has married his little sweetheart, Elsie Bellwood,
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k, Jr., promises to be made out
of the same material as his father, judging by this
week’s issue. Browning is a banker in. one of -our
large cities as his lazy streaks have left him, and
is@just as active: as his friend Frank. Gallup has
married Belinda, and is living on his father’s farm,
Surrounded by his children, which he, has named
after Frank Merriwell’s friends, such as Bart, Bruce,
Harry, Jack, Elsie, Inza, and all of the other chums
are living a prosperous and happy life in their re-
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The Tip «lop of to-day is considered one of the
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as anxious to read them as we were forty years ago.

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Messrs. Street & Smith, publishers of the grandest
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Long live the Tip Top Weekly! Ae a.

ae EMiL KOEHLER;
. Lansing, “Mich,
_ Your prophecy, is certainly very interesting. "We
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grandchildren,

TI have been reading Tip Top Weekly from No. 1 to

No. 172, and hope and expect to read it from No. 172

to 1,720., I hope Frank Merriwell will always get

the best of his foes, and when he marries, Elsie will

be his choice.

and all think it is fine.

5 t FRANK W. GRAHAM,

Oak Park, Ill.

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o, The Tip Top Weekly is the stuff.
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oie H, A. WENIGH,
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SHERMAN W. KELSON,
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“TI have read a great number of different kinds of
novels, but I eame across Frank Merriwell and found
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nd by ae mee I can judse weet. ey are, and I
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an . WM. J, KENN™DY,

ze: Milwaukee, Wis.

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formation you desire.

R. R._A., Chicago, Ill.—l. Frank Merriwell. 2. We
would not advise you to smoke corn silk, 3. No pre-
mium on any of the coins mentioned. 4. You are
rather short, but there is plenty of time for you to
grow taller.

J. B. K., Charlestown, Mass.—Make up your mind
to practice, sav an hour a day, and stick to it, no
matter what happens. Remember, a jack of all
trades is a. master of none. You ought to weigh
a little more and your height is also a trifle below
the average. Ten miles a day on your bicycle is quite
enough.

Western Reader, Deadwood, S. D.—We think there
was no coinage of dollars in those years. There is
no premium on the five-cent piece. The only eagie
nickel cent which is worth more than its face value
is that of 1856. The Canadian stamp with a map of
the world is still in use, Frank and his friends may
come West again some time. But, as you know, Yale
will claim them soon,

Johnnie C., Malden, Mass,—When stuttering or
stammering proceeds from a habit of carelessness,
or if it is acquired from example or imitation, it may
generally be remedied by perseveringly adopting the
plan of never speaking without having the chest
moderately well filled with air, and then open slowly
and deliberately; making it a rule to read aloud, at
the same time tap with the finger at every syllable
pronounced, Hasty and rapid speaking must not be
attempted until the habit of stammering is complete-
ly subdued. Stuttering is a nervous affection, and
requires tonics. Nervous excitement and confusion
must be avoided as much as possible, and the gen-
eral health carefully looked to. This variety is com-
monly distinguished by the person being able to sing
without hesitation. If the affection is dependent
upon elongation of the uvula, or other similar causes,
it may ordinarily be removed by a simple surgical
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CATALOGUE OF FRANK MERRIWELL STORIES IN TIP TOP WEEKLY

First Days at Fardale.

or, ““Plebe” Life in Barracks.
*Plebe” Life in Camp.
By Fair Play or Foul.

Frank Merriwell; or,
Frank Merriwell's Foe;
Frank Merriwell’s Medal; or,
Frank Merriwell’s Rival; or,
Frank Merriwell’s Fault,
Frank Merriwell’s Frolics; or, Fun at Fardale.
Frank Merriwell’s Mysterious Ring.

Frank Merriwell's Fag; or, Fighting for the Weak.
Frank Merriwell’s Furlough.

Frank Merriwell on His Mettle,

Frank Merriwell's Fate; or, The Old Sailor’s Legacy.
Frank Merriwell’s Motto; or; The Young Life Savers,
Frank Merriwell in New York; or, an Unknown Foe,
Frank Merriwell in Chicago; or, Meshed by Mysteries,
Frank Merriwell in Colorado.

Frank Merriwell in Arizona; or, Mysteries of the Mine.
Frank Merriwell in Mexico.

Frank Merriwell in New Orleans.

Frank Merriwell’s Mercy.

Frank Merriwell’s Friend; or, Muriel the Moonshiner,
Frank Merriwell’s Double; or, Fighting for Life.
Frank Merriwell Meshed; or, The Last of the Danites.
Frank Merriwell’s Fairy.

Frank Merriwell’s Money.

Frank Merriwell'’s Mission

Frank Merriwell’s Mysterious Foe.

Frank Merriwell a Monarch.

Frank Merriwell in Gorilla Land.

Frank Merriwell’s Magic; or, ‘the Pearl of Tangier,
Frank Merriwell in France,

Frank Merriwell’s Feat.

Frank Merriwell in London; or, The Grip of Doom,
Frank Merviwell’s Venture; or, Driven from Armenia,
Frank Merriwell in India.
Frank Merriwell’s Vow; or,
Frank Merriwell in Japan; or,
Frank Merriwell’s Dead Shot.
Frank Merriwell in the South &sa; or,
Frank Merriwell at Home Again.
Frank Merriwell at Yale,
Frank Merriwell’s Match,
Frank Merriwell’s Victory; or, The Winning Oar.
Frank Merriwell’s Finish; or, Blue Against Crimson,
Frank Merriwell’s Gane; or, Snaring the Sharper.
Frank Merriwell’s Run; or, Trouncing the Tigers.
Frank Merriwell’s Even Up; or, Squaring the Score,
Frank Merriwell’s Queen; or, Blow for Blow.

Frank Mervriwell’s Find; or, The Waif of the Train.
Frank Merriwell’s Racer; or, Birds of a Feather.
Frank Merriwell’s Nerve; or, Game to the End,
Frank Merriwell’s Shadow.

Frank Merriwell’s Dash; or, Yale Against the Field.
Frank Merriwell’s Bicycle boys. By
Frank Merriwell’s Ride for Life. a
Frank Merriwell’s Great Capture. - #
Frank Merriwell to the Rescue. fo
Frank Merriwell’s Close Call; or, The Tramp’s Token
Frank Merriwell’s Unknown Frienc

Frank Merriwell Among the Rustlers. ”

Frank Merriwell’s Desperate Drop.

Frank Merriwell in the Mines; or, The Blind Singer.
Frank Merriwell Aaqong the Mormons.

Frank Mera ell On the Desert.

Frank Merfiwell’s- Inderzround Search.

Frank MerriWell in California.

Prize Plot Story; Frank Merriwell as the Star.
Frank Merri well’s Yacht: or, Chase Down the Coast.
Frank Merriwell’s Combination,

Frank Merriwell’s Red Rival.

Frank Merriwell’s Texas Tournament,

Frank Merriwell’s Nine.

Frank Merriwell’s Shot; or, Ont With the Gua Club,
Frank Merriwell’s Flyer; or, The Winning Wheel.
Frank Merriwell’s Thoroughbred.

Frank Merriwell’s Enemy; or, Rivals of Blue Ridge.
Frank Merriwell’s Crew.

Frank Merriwell’s Hunt; or, In at the Death.

Frank Merriwell’s Blow; or, Unmasking a Rascal.
Frank Merriwell’s Return to Yale.
Frank Merriwell as ‘“‘Anchor;” or,
Frank Merriwell’s Initiation; or,
Frank Merriwell’s Sign.

Frank Merriwell as Full Back; or. True to His Colors]
Frank Merriwell’s Duel; or, A Point of Honor.
Frank Merriwell’s Mark; or, Subduing a Bully.
Frank Merriwell’s Secret; or, A Friend in Need,
Frank Merriwell’s Revenge; or, Aroused at Last.
Frank Merriwell’s Capture; or, The Black Schooner.
Frank Merriwell’s Chum; or, The Hand of a Friend.
Frank Merriwell’s Double Shoot.

Frank Merriwell’s Danger; or, Shadow of Disgrace,
Frank Merriwell’s Wager; or, Bound to Win.

Frank Merriwell in Training.

Frank Merriwell's Courage; or, Loyal to the Last.
Frank Merriwell at Fardale Again.
Frank Merriwell in Camp,

Frank Merriwell’s Fardale Friends; or,
Frank Merriwell’s Yale Chums.

Frank Merriwell’s Choice; or,
Frank Merriwell’s Fardale Racket.
Frank Merriwell’s Courage; or, Nerve
rank Merriwell’s Faith; or,
Frank Merriwell’s Celebration.
Frank Merriwell Afloat.

After Big Game in Ceylon,
The Sign of Avenger.

Jast for Life,

The Winning Pull.
The Secret Order,

Old Foes.

Against Bluff.

Fair Rivals of Fardale,

The Shadow of a Crime.

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Merriwell Under Megunticook.

Merriwell’s Mystery.

Merriwell’s Disappearance.

Merriwell Aroused,

Merriwell’s Pursuit,

Merriwell’s Catch.

Merriwell’s Guide,

Merriwell’s Peril.

Merriwell’s Drift; or, With the River Drivers. .
Merriwell’s Daring; or, Elsie’s Sacrifice.
Merriwell'’s Fist; or, Bound to Know the Truth
Merriwell’s Masquerade,

Merriwell’s Misfortune.

Merriwell, Engine Wiper.

Merriwell, Fireman; or, First Step Upward.
Merriwell’s Opportunity.

Merriwell’s First Run; or, Ciance of His Life
Merriwell, Engineer; or, The Turn of Fortune
Merriwell’s Hard Lueck,

Merriwell’s Advancement,

Merriwell Held Up,

Merriwell’s Protege,

Merriwell on Strike.

Merriwell as a Ferret.

Merriwell Accused; or, Reaping the Harvest.
Merriwell on the Road.

Merriwell’s First Part; or, The Start as an Actor.
Merriwell in Advance,

Frank Merriwell Magician.

Frank Merriwell’s Own Company.

Frank Merriwell Stranded,

Frank Merriwell’s New Venture.

Frapk Merriwell’s Play; or, Putting on His Own

ece.
Frank Merriwell’s Fame; or, The Road to Success.
Frank Merriwells Father; or, The Man With Money
to Burn.
Frank Merriwell’s College Chums; or, Bart Hodge’s
Wonderful Shot.
Frank oe Understudy; or, Helping an Old
Friend.
Frank Merriwell Puzzled, or, the Mystery of Tnza.
Frank Merriwell’s Problem; or, ‘Vhe Vanishing of Elsie
Frank Merriwell Missing; or,On the Brink of Disaster
Frank Merriwell’s Disaster; or, The Hand of the Law.
Frank Merriwell’s Fortune; or, The Legacy of the
Skeleton.
Frank Merriwell 8 Failure; or, High Hopes and Hard
Luck.
Frank Mei
Frank M

well’s Pluck; or, Never Say Die.
riwel 8 Chance; or, To Make or Break.

Frank well Wins; or, The Success of True Blue.”
* rast tae swell etrayed; or, The Pownfall of

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tions.

Frank Merri well’s Prosperity;
Front.

Frank Merriweli’s Great Hit; or, Fighting the Play
Pirates.

Frank Merriwell’s Boom; or, The New York Pro-
duction.

Frank Merriwell’s Reception; or, A Hot Time in New
Haven.

Frank Merriwell’s Scheme;
Great Trip.

Frank Merriwell’s Nobility; or, The Tragedy of the
Ocean Trainp.

Frank Merriwell’s Backer;

Frank Merriwell’s Black Beauty;
Derby.

Frank Merriwell’s Sand; or, London Slums at Night.

Frank Merriwell at Henley; or, Life on a House Boat.

Frank Merriwell’s Caddie; or, On the St. Andrews
Golf Links.

Frank Merriwell’s Farewell;
England,

Prank Merriwell in Paris; or, The Man Without a
Name,

Frank Merriwell Suspected;
France.

Frank Merriwell
League.

Frank Merriwell’s Friendship; or, The Hot Blood of
Youth.

Frank Merriwell’s Return; or, The Unmasking of the
Mystery.

Frank Merriwell’s Ball Team;

Game.

Frank Merriwell’s

Double Shoot.

Frank Merriwell’s
Best of His Foes.

Frank Merriwell’s Injury; or, Hard Luck and Crooked
Work.

Frank Merriwell’s Ruse; or, Paid in Their Own Coin.

Frank Merriwell’s Fall; or, Tom, the Tramp Twirler,

Frank Merriwell’s Turn; or, Working the Winning
Streak.

Frank Merriwell’s Freak; or, The One-Armed Wonder.

Frank Merriwell’s Bat; or, Saved by an Alibi.

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Determination; or, Getting the

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