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If you have not read them, look over this catalogue and you will read a list of stories
unexcelled in any part of this world to-day.
Don’t fail to read these stories if you have not already.

:
319—Dick Merriwell as Captain; or, In Spite of His Enemies.
320—Dick Merriwell’s Peril; or, Hugo Darkmore’s Last Deed.
321—Dick Merriwell Challenged; or, Getting Into Fast Company.
322—Dick Merriwell’s Team; or, The Young Wonders of the Diamond.

t 323—Dick Merriwell’s Confidence; or, The Spirit That Wins.
324—Dick Merriwell’s Shot; or, For Life or Death.
325—Dick Merriwell’s Triumph; or, The Finish of the Season.
326—Frank Merriwell on Deck; or, Getting Into Mad River League.
327—Dick Merriwell in Trim; or, Thé Boy Wonder of the League.
328—Frank Merriwell’s Honor; or, Defying the Boss of the League.
329—Dick Merriwell’s Danger; or, The Secret Order of the League.
330-——Frank Merriwell’s Fracas; or, Hot Times in Mad River League.
331—Dick Merriwell’s Diamond; or, Fighting for the Lead in the League.
332—Frank Merriwell’s Turn; or, The Greatest Game of the Season.
333—Dick Merriwell’s New Ball; or, The Boy Wonder at His Best.
334—Frank Merriwell’s “Ginger ;” or, Winning an Uphill Game.
335—Dick Merriwell’s Stroke; or, Unmasking the Man of Mystery.
336—Frank Merriwell’s Winners; or, Landing on Top in Mad River League.
337—Dick Merriwell’s Return; or, Back Again to the Old School.
338—Dick Merriwell’s Difficulties; or, Making Up the Eleven.
339—Dick Merriwell’s Mercy; or, The First Game on the Gridiron.
340—Dick Merriwell’s Dash; or, Playing Fast and Fair.
341—Dick Merriwell’s Set; or, Friends and Foes at Fardale.

- 342—Dick Merriwell’s Ability; or, The Young Gladiators of the Gridiron.
343—Dick Merriwell’s Mascot; or, By Luck or Pluck.
344—Dick, Merriwell’s Trust; or, Friendship True and Tried.
345—Dick Merriwell’s Success; or; Bound to be a Winner.
346—Dick Merriwell’s Determination; or, The Courage that Conquers.

t - 347—Dick Merriwell’s Readiness; or, Who’ Stole the Papers?

: 348—Dick Merriwell’s. Trap; or, Snaring a Spook.
349—Dick Merriwell’s Vim; or, The Greatest Game of All.

i 350—Dick Merriwell’s Lark; or, Beaten at Every ‘Turn.

t 351—Dick Merriwell’s Defense; or, Up Against the Great Eaton Five.

£ 352—Dick Merriwell’s Dexterity; or, Hot Work to the Finish. |

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DICK MERRIWELLS DEFENSE:

OR,

Up Against the Great Eaton Five.

 

By BURT L, STANDISH,

 

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CHAPTER: Tf
ON THE ICE.

Swat—whizz! Goal!
“Whoop! Yi! yi! yi!”
Brad Buckhart broke out with a wild obey. yell

as he saw Dick Merriwell send the rubber puck whist-

ling past Chester Arlington and flashing between the
goal posts, in spite of the efforts of the gre tender to
stop it.

Brad was not on skates. He had tried it once a year

before, and he was lame and sore for several days

after he found himself reclining “on the back of ‘his

neck” on the ice and trying to count stars, although

it was broad daylight. ea.

‘Once was enough for Brad.
But on this half holiday he had falta to the

Jake to watch the other skater s, and he was on hand
to cheer for his class when, in a cove that served as a

_ natural rink, the regular ice hockey ; game between the -

| piches mee eee took place, ;

Dick Merriwell had not been on hand to take part in
the first half of the game; but when he appeared he
was promptly hustled out for the last half, and he it
was who had made the winning goal for the yearlings,
as Buckhart very well knew. Brad had his watch out,
and he was confident the plebes could not’tie the score |
in the remaining ten seconds of play.

He was right, and the victory went to the yearlings.

When this result became certain, the great mass of
yearlings drawn up on one side of the cove broke forth
into their class yell, finishing with derisive cries at the

plebes, who held the opposite shore.

The plebes were much disappointed, and well they —
might be, for their hopes had been high, and there had
seemed every prospect that their team would defeat
their natural rivals. | . z

Chester Arlington was fast on skates, and he knew
the game of ice hockey. No one doubted that. He
had made it hot work for the yearlings, “but he could
not win all by himself, and the putting of Merriwell

  

 
 

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into the game had turned the tide against him and his
team.

He was furious when the game was finished. For
all of his exertions, for all of the keen air that had

_ whipped the red glow into other cheeks, his face was

, Chester,

_knifing me behind my back.
Roh He knows. 1 want to ee onto ‘the bales :
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pale as he turned on Marsh, panting beneath his
breath :
“Why didn’t you stop that goal?

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You were too
slow! |

“Why didn’t you stop it?’ demanded Marsh, not at
all pleased. “You were cover point, and you had him
blocked, but you let him snap the rubber right round
your heels.”

“You were asleep!” returned Chester, angrily, turn-
ing and skating away.

Arlington had hoped to redeem himself in the eyes
of Doris Templeton, who had watched the game. He
also hoped to get onto the regular Fardale hockey team,
which had not been definitely made up. And now he
feared that both these plans had been baffled in a twin-
kling by Merriwell’s successful drive for goal.

He saw Dick skate over to Anson Day, who was to
manage the ice hockey team, and who had been watch-
ing the game with keen interest. Dan spoke to. Dick,
who stopped,

“They're saying something about me,”

jealously. “Merriwell is throwlng me

down.”
_ Immediately he skated quietly ial swiftly eure
the two: As he drew near he distinctly heard ‘Dick
say : : | ies
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_ Immediately he jumped at the conclusion that Dick
Ww as saying he was no good.
So you are throwing me down again, are you! >” he
exclaimed, coming up and stopping. ‘You don’t mean
Noe me to have any kind of a show here, do you! fr
Dick looked surprised, and then frowned,
Day betrayed astonishment. Pe ia
“What’ s the matter with you, Arlington 3 ie he asked, :

_ “You're nutty, that’s what ails you!”

“T heard him!” asserted. Chester. “I heard im
I heard him say J wa

no good.
Day laughed. ith
“You're off your trolley,” te saidy. “Merriw ell was

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you did not have decent support or you would have
beaten the yearlings.” se

Arlington looked surprised, but he had no reason to
doubt the word of Anson Day, so he suddenly found
himself in a decidedly awkward position.

“T thought I understood him to say something else,”
he mumbled, the color coming to his face now, while
his eyes dropped before Dick’s half-amused, half-con-
tempttious glance. “You know I didn’t get a chance
to play football, and—and so r

 

“Tt was your own fault,” declared Day, who was one
of the Fardale athletic committee. ‘You avould not
come out like the other candidates. You have shown
what you can do on skater, and you may be given a
show on the hockey team.’

“Thank you,” said Chester, in a manner that was
quite surprising for him, as he was naturally haughty
and overbearing, which had made him unpopular out-
side his own class. “I don’t oe you'll make a mis-
take if you give me a chance.’

Then he turned away, without a word of as
to Dick. .

“The trouble with that fellow,” said Day,
unspeakable self-conceit. °
that taken out of him.”

‘is his

Arlington was sorry rhe had made-a blunder in ap-
proaching Day and Mer riwell as he did,

skates in her hand, and
services came upon him. elt

“But it won’t do,” he muttered., “She’d give me
the throw-down. That's what galls me—to think a
little country girl like her can have the nerve :
Anyhow, she took that kidnap-
ing joke all right, though it probably pleased, her
when I got the worst of it.” ye! 4

Chester had feared that his little plot to ible him-)
self a hero in the. eyes of Doris had resulted in his
relieved ee
_when he found” they both seemed to think he had re- ae
ceived much the worst of it and had been punished urges
He had tried to explain that it was nothing |

complete undoing; but. he was ine xpressibly

tnore than a joke, only to be checked by Dick, who ad-

vised him to keep as still as possible about it. |
and he now’ pro: ft

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ceeded to cut a number of fancy figures in fr ont of the”
place where Doris was standi ing.

Beside fee ane Desmond s sat on the dge-o of the

But he’s getting some of —

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ice, on which knelt Brad Buckhart, who was busily
tightening up her skates.

“Say,” Brad was chuckling, “didn’t my side partner
do that little trick slick? You bet he did! Why, Ar-
lington thought he had him tied in a knot, and Dick
just whisked the puck round Chet’s shins and sent it
zipping between the posts as slick as you please. He’s
the real thing.”

Chester heard some of this, and longed to kick thé

Texan in the head.

“That big duffer is always blowing about Dick
Merriwell!’’ he mentally exclaimed. “It’s enough to
turn a fellow’s stomach to hear him!”

Suddenly a look of animation came into the face of
Doris. She had seen Hal Darrell start out from the
opposite side of the cove. At the same time it
seemed that Dick Merriwell observed her and skated
toward her.

Hal saw Dick, who was much nearer Doris, and he
skated harder. Dick was quite unaware of Hal’s ap-
proach, and so it happened that Darrell flashed past
him and reached Doris, offering to help her with her
skates. ;

Laughingly, Doris accepted Hal’s offer, while Dick,
a little perplexed, turned away.

‘“That’s the time you got left, Merriwell,” laughed
Chester Arlington, as Dick skated past.

Dick did not seem to hear him.

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ARLING TONS TRIS RE

Somebody was waving to Dick from the shore. He
saw a group of. fellows gathered at that point, and
skated over.

“Hi! hil!” cried Oliver Stone. |
riwell! Got a challenge!”

“Who has a challenge?” asked Dick.

“Dow. Challenge for a game next Saturday.”

“Dow? Why, he is manager of the basketball

team.” ,
“Yes. It’s a challenge to play basketball
“Oh, I was thinking of ice hockey. Who chal-
-‘jenges?” fea? |
out eee

“No use. Tell a fellow.” |

“Eaton.” fines ,

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here, and Fardale is scheduled to close the season with
them.”

“Well, somehow they found out we had no game
Saturday, and they have sent a challenge, offering to
play in the Fardale rink. What do you think of
that?”

“It’s interesting,” admitted Dick.

“Interesting!” echoed Stone. “I should say so!
Why, they say those fellows are in first-class trim now.
We're in no condition to meet them. We can’t af-
ford to accept the challenge.”

“It seems to me,” said Dick, “that you can’t afford ¢
to decline to accept it.”

Elmer Dow, manager of the basketball team, was
listening to this with great interest, as were others of
the group. Now Dow spoke up. f

“We don’t want to be buried by Eaton,” he said.
‘Those feliows are looking for revenge for the defeat
at football, and that’s just why they have sent this
chalienge now. Foster will not be able to play, and
the team will not be in the best possible condition.”

“Are you sure Foster will not be able?”

“Doctor says not.”

“Well, I think there are plenty of others to play, and
I..don’t think Fardale ought to refuse any challenge
sent by Eaton.”

There were plenty of fellows to agree with Dick, and
the disctission waxed warm again. ‘

Chester Arlington had approached, and he was not
long in taking part in it. -Nor did he hesitate to offer
himself to play on the team in place of Foster, who
was ill. He also asserted that he knew the game thor-
oughly.

Some attention was given to Chester, as he had dem-

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onstrated that. he could':play ice hockey, and he was

invited to come out for practice, which he agreed. to
do.

Dick Merriwell was not.on the basketball team, al-
though he had been urged to become a member. He
had given up so much of his time and attention to
other things that he had felt forced to. decline. But
his advice was sought in regard to all things pertain-
ing to sports and athletics at the academy.

Well pleased with the possibility of getting a trial
on both the hockey and basketball teams, Arlington
began to give an exhibition of fancy skating near the
shore. He did the outside roll, both forward and back-
ward, he cut figures on the ice, he wrote his name, and

he, did a score of difficult and graceful things.

  
 

  

 

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During this exhibition he approached the channel

near the foot of the lake, where the water began to

move faster on its way out. This was not-a great dis-

tance from the shore, but always the channel there was
last to freeze over, and it continued to be more or less
dangerous while skating lasted.

Having had some experience there a year before,
and realizing that Chester knew little or nothing about
the danger, Dick skated out to him and warned him.

“You'll get.a ducking there if you don’t look out,”
he said. ‘The ice is pretty thin where you are now.”

“Thanks awfully!” returned Chester, with flippant

disregard. “I think I’m able to take—care of—my-

self.”

But he faltered over the final words, for the ice
buckled and cracked beneath him most alarmingly, and
he lost little time in getting away from the dangerous
place; ’

“Let’s see you do a few of these stunts, Merriwell,”
he said. “You are so clever at everything! I sup-
pose you can give me points : Fu

“No,” answered Dick, quietly. “I make no pre-
tense of being a fancy skater. Last year was my first
on skates.” | .
“Oh, is it possible!” inetied cltagtatd “Is it pos-
sible there is something you cannot do better thari ev-
erybody else? Dear me! I'd hardly believe it!”

It happened that Doris Templeton and Hal Darrell

had paused near enough to hear some of this, and
Doris quickly said : ‘

“If Dick is not a fancy skater, he’s swift enough on
his feet to defeat any one on the ice to- -day.”

“Vou may think so, Miss Templeton,” said Ches-

r; “but I doubt it very much. | I am willing to race

fe Ca or any one else here.” ‘f

“Race him, .Dick, and you, too, Hal! (exclaimed

Doris, a glow in her cheeks. “You can both beat

ae him,” she added, in a low tone.

ei Hal was ready enough, and Dick scinettlel ‘Hal
had not forgotten that Dick had passed him in. a race

_ ayear before, and he had never felt quite satisfied over

ON dtp ap) Tie! had thought the race won | and had ceased to

ea do his best.

‘h So it happened that, ina few ites preparations:

. ty’ were made for the race, which aroused great interest

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from the starting point, round Glen Island and back
again,

Arlington had his hockey. stick in his hands. He
had kept it since the game. When somebody suggested
that he should leave it during the race, he answered
that he could skate better and faster with it in his
hands.

. Sthart was chosen as the starter, and, when every-
thing was ready, he called the trio up to a line he had
scratched on, the ice.

“Are you ready to crawl?” asked Ted, as the three

crouched in an attitude that made it easy for them

to get a strong first stroke.

“Ready!” they answered.

“Then,” said Ted, “when you hear my musical voice
chirp ‘go’ you want to keep right still. Now, one, two,
three—go!”

They were off together; with Arlington slightly in
the lead, but having no more than a yard of advan-
tage at first.

But Chester seemed to resolve to demonstrate from
the very start that he was superior to either of the
others; and he threw himself into the task. With

sharp, swinging strokes he began to forge still further

ahead and to pull away from Dick and Hal.

Merriwell and Darrell kept nearly abreast for some.

time, hearing the cheering behind them growing

fainter and fainter as they sped on toward the little

wooded island. Not a word passed between. them,
but both observed. with some ee that Arlington
had secured a pretty lead.

At last Hal panted: ;

“I’m in poor trim to-day, Merriwell.
I'll be dangerous at the finish. ef pat Eo

It is strange how much faster a fellow may skate or :
“tun; in fact, how much better he may do anything dl
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have defeated Merriwell at something! And I have
beaten Darrell, too. It’s hard to tell which one of
them stands best with Doris; but she’ll see me come
in ahead of them both.”

Thinking his lead enough so that it was not neces-
sary to keep at his best speed, Chester slackened some-
what. As he neared the island, however, he heard the
clear ringing of skate irons close behind. Turning a
startled glance backward, he discovered Dick Merri-
well overhauling him with astonishing swiftness.

“What's this?” he thought, as he immediately
struck out with great vigor. “Why, the fellow is try-
ing to make a real race if it! He is trying to push
me!”

It seemed that Dick had gained such headway that
the efforts of Chester were unavailing to maintain the
breach between them. As they came yet nearer to the
island, Dick was close to Arlington’s heels, and from
the crowd on the distant shore far down the lake came
a faint cheer.

Chester was alarmed, and his alarm seemed to rob
him in a measure of his speed. He swung round a
shoulder of the island with a cut stroke, and as he

turned Dick Merriwell appeared at his side, also using —

a cut stroke to make the turn.

Arlington could scarcely believe his senses. To him
it did not seem possible that Dick had been able to
come up with him so fast. |

And now he was seized by a sudden fear that some-
how this fellow would defeat him)again, as he always
The thought gave him a
choking sensation of rage.

He turned to look into Dick’s flushed face, and there
he saw an expression of determination that told half
the secret of Dick’s success. Merriwell never gave’ up.

Whatever he attempted he did with all his soul. There |

was no fooling about it.

“He shall not beat me!” inwardly tied Chester,

Dick was quite near. With a sudden movement,
_ Arlington thrust the hockey stick between Merriwell’s
legs, tripping him neatly and heavily.

Dick went down and slid al ong the ice, while the
stick was snapped from C hester’s hand and went spin-

ning away.

a Arlington laughed har shly.. |

he’ when he gets onto his skates again.” LO

Les an: had hidden cen from view of those far ‘ Son rcbody has broken: trough” Soa nt Disk i

“Struck. hard,’ he thought, “I guess that. uae
him some, He won't be in condition to speed up. much

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blood in his body.

down the lake, and therefore Chester’s treacherous
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JUST IN TIME

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His momentum carried him onward, and
he heard the laugh of satisfaction that escaped the lips
of his enemy.

It gave Dick a great shock as he went down on

black ice,

Perhaps that laugh did more than anything élse to
rouse Dick and set him quickly on his feet again. Still
Chester had succeeded in obtaining a good lead.

Darrell came round the shoulder of the island in time
to see Dick scrambling up and wonderéd how he had
happened to fall.

Of course, Dick had to get under headway again,
and all the while his enemy was gaining.

Arlington disappeared from view round the island.

Dick’s lips pressed together and his nostrils di-
lated as he swung into stroke again. He had struck
on his left knee in falling, and it hurt him now, while
his whole leg seemed numb and stiff.

“What's the matter?” asked Datrell,
most overtaken him.

Dick made no reply. There was no time ‘for ex-
planations then, and he could not afford to waste his
breath.

“T will do it—I will!’ he vowed, as his leg seemed
on the point of giving out beneath him.

It was this determination that supported him, and
it was the same sort of determination that had made
him a winner in so many hard fought contests of
Dick had not a drop of quitting

who had al-

When he rounded the island he looked for Chester,
who was some tods away, skating swiftly in a straight
line toward the finish of the course. ‘

Then something caused him to look beyond, and he
saw there was great commotion among the skaters on
the tice and che. spectators on the shore. He heard
loud cries, and'he saw those on the shore running up

and down.

‘Something had happened. All seemed to be looking

toward a spot not far from the channel where the mov-_
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“More than one, too! Several of them must have

. gotten together on a weak spot.”

He saw a fellow on the shore running with a pole

of some sort, which was turned over to one of the

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skaters.

Of course, it was impossible at that distance to see
who had broken through the ice, but something told
Dick that one or more of the girls were among the un-
fortunates.

What if Doris or Felecia should be one of them?

Now Dick Merriwell was skating! Never in his life
had he made such speed on skates. He flung every
particle of strength and nerve into the effort. The
wind stung his cheeks and whistled past his ears, while
beneath his feet the ice seemed rushing backward in
a great glittering streak.

Arlington had discovered what had happened, and
he, also, was straining every nerve.

But the great crowd was not watching this won-
derful race. The boys were doing their best to rescue

the ones in peril.

Chester, however, heard the clear sound of skates
behind him. He could not believe it was Merriwell
until he ventured to glance back and saw Dick coming
like the wind.

“Well, confound that’ fellow!” grated ‘Arlington.

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“I’ve got to hustle to beat him now: ,
Dick, however, had flung aside all thoughts of the

race, and he was doing his level best to reach those
who were ms peril of ro and give them a help-.

ing hand.
- Chester dashed on, but he felt his heart seiseitie
furiously and threatening to choke him. He could

‘not fill his lungs, for his breath seemed caught away

almost before it entered them.
Nearer.and nearer came the sound pt the ringing

skates.

A great fury rose in Chester’s heart, Was he
never to get the best of Merriwell in anything?

As for Dick, he had for gotten that he was racing
with Arlington. His sole object now was to reach
the scene of peril as soon as possible. He was using
his eyes, as well as his feet. He saw Felecia, and a
feeling of thankfulness flashed through him. .

Past Arlington Dick sped. He saw ‘two persons
"dragged dripping from the water while he was yet

Zs some distance away. As he dashed yet nearer perc
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‘at last, pushing the board out ahead of him.

Zona and Doris had come to the lake together, and
something ‘told Dick Doris was still in the water, for
one yet remained. ‘This one had caught hold of the
end of the pole thrust out to her, but her benumbed
hands slipped off and down she went from sight amid
the sheets of broken ice.

“It is Doris!” gasped Dick.

He did not stop, but when yet some distance from
the great hole in the ice he flung himself forward on
his stomach. Over the ice he slid and straight up to
the opening, which he reached just as the helpless girl
rose to the surface and flung up her hands.

Dick grasped one of her wrists.

The next moment the ice sank beneath him, and he,
too, was precipitated into the water.

The hands of the girl clutched at him, and the chill

of the water seemed to strike to his bones.

He had been right in thinking it was Doris, and he
felt that he had reached her barely in time.

He found it no easy task to keep his head above the
surface and force his way through the broken ice
toward the ragged edge of the hole.. And when he
reached the edge of the ice and put out his arm upon
it it broke again.

The boys with the pole pushed one end out to him
and he caught hold of that with his free hand. But
they were too eager} and they jerked it away in their
excitement. |

“Steady, you fellows!” he called. “Don’t = in
such a hurry. Let me get a good hold.”

But here came Brad Buckhart, carrying a long
board. Brad had fallen down three or four times in
trying to reach the opening in the ice, but he succeeded

crept along at full length on the board and seized

Dick’s wrist with his muscular hand, from which he :

had stripped a glove.

“Got you, pard—got you good.and solid!” ‘exclaimed
the Texan, triumphantly.
Doris out of there in a hurry, bet your boots!”

Both Arlington and Darrell had reached the scene
of excitement. Chester had given up when. Dick

passed him, yet he was somewhat ahead of Hal. Still

it was Hal who had flung himself at fulf length and
clutched Buckhart’s ankles, crying to the others to

get hold of his feet and pull.

‘In this manner a human life line was" formed and
Dick and Doris were drawn from the water.
A great bad went up from the excited epectators..

Then he’

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already pulled out of the water had been

wrapped in dry overcoats and hustled away, and other

and Doris.

the cadets lifted her

overcoats were ready for Dick She was
nearly
started with all haste toward the nearest house.

Chester
with jealous rage

“That was my opportunity to put myself right with
he thought, “‘and I lost’ it: § But,
Merriwell was able to play

lunconscious, and and
Arlington looked on, his heart’ overflowing

and disgust.

Doris Templeton,”
worse than everything else,
the hero He has the inside track with her now.
Not even Darrell has a show.

again.
sut I can fix it so my
sister will never have anything further to do with him.

lll queer him with June, you bet!’

CHAPTER IV.

BILLY BRADLEY TELLS A NEW STORY.

Having taken a shower

ley dressed and
cock.

Ted Smart stopped him outside the door.

anda brisk rub, Billy Brad-
left the gym., feeling like a fighting

‘Have you heard the latest, Sir William?’ he in-
quired.
“Really Hi dunno,” answered Bradley, doubtfully.

“What is the. latest 2’’ "

“A girl from Texas wrote home from college to her
‘parents that she bad f:
Immediately her father
back : “Give him up!”
\ into this here family!’ |
Then Ted laughed and poked Billy in the ribs with
bis thumb, while Bradley stared at him blankly,
“See the point?’’ asked. Smart, still chuckling.
“Hi suppose there is a point?” inquired. Billy.
“Why, of course!’ exclaimed Ted,
the story.
The Cockney youth scratched cs head.
ie “Ping pong is.a game,” he said, in a puzzled way.
“\What was the matter with the blooming old duffer?”
“Oh, but you're quick to catch on!” said Smart. “I
always bring a good story to you, because I know you
will appreciate it. Take a tumble to yourself.”
A third time Ted gave the story. Billy stood quite
‘still, his eyes fixed on vacancy, an ex xpression of pain-
: A ful thought on his rather heavy face. Finally it began
to dawn on him, his face relaxed a little, his mouth
opened, he Jooked at Smart, a smile started from his
ney es, it a to a grin, he lifted his ight hand and

len in love with ping pong.

sat. down and wrote right
They don’t no Chinaman marry

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his right foot, and, finally, with a great burst of laugh-
ter, he brought his open hand down slap on his knee.
‘’Ow dear! ‘ow dear!’ he cried, his face crimson
‘Ow that is! . Why, the old
boy thought ping pong was the name of a Chinaman!”

Ted. “Now

with laughter. funny

“That's it,” nodded

all right.”

you've caught it

“And ’e belonged in Texas?”
“That’s what.”
‘’Ow dear me!”
hon Buck’art!
“Not -yett”’

laughed Billy. “What a good one
‘Ave'you told hit to ‘im?’

Now Billy, always took delight in repeating any
story he heard, and he usually repeated it after his own

fashion. At once he besought Ted to permit him to

spring this one on Brad.

That was just what Ted wanted, and so the mis-
chievous little rascal said:
“Go ahead, Sir William. Come on, now. There

are some fellows up in Merriwell and Buckhart’s room,
congratulating Dick on his clever work in pulling Doris
Templeton out of the water this afternoon. We'll go
right up, and you paste it all over Brad.”

_ So he locked arms with Bradley, and away they went
to the room occupied by Brad and Dick.

Jolliby, Singleton and Dow were tlie visitors inthe
Dick had changed his clothes and was looking
none the
passed through and the cold plunge into the lake.

Buckhart was standing by the manile..

“Eli say, Buck’art,” eried Billy, after he had nodded
to: the others, “’ave you ’eard the latest story habout.
the man dovet hin Texas who sent ’is daughter haway

to college ?””

room.

the worse for thrilling adventure he had

Brad winked at the others. He had ‘heard Bill trv
to tell a story before. . ee
“I opie I've missed that one,” confessed the Texan. -
“How does it go, Billy, old broncho? Spin it to us.”
In great delight, Bradley began:
1M ou see as ‘ow it was this way: The girl she goes
hoff to college. - Hafter a while she writes ‘ome that
she as fallen hin love oe Then
the hold gentleman “e writes back to ‘er: ‘Give him hup._
Hill have no Japanese marrying teats this. family!’ ”
Billy roared, again slapping his knee. He flung
back his head and closed his eyes as he laughed. Sud-
denly be became aware that he was the only person
Jaughing. He stopped with ai re senate and

  
 

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stared at the others resentfully. They were gazing at
him in helpless inquiry.
“Go on with the story,”
“Hey?” gasped Bradley.
“We're WHOS to hear the rest of the story.”
“Why, that’s the ’ole of it!”
vehe oh of it? Well, where’s the joke?”
Billy choked his disgust.
“What's the matter, hanyow ?” he cried.
thick-’eaded lot +f you can’t see the joke.

urged Buckhart.

“You're a
Hit’s plain
henough., The girl she wrote ‘ome that she ‘ad fallen
hin love with—er—with lawn tennis, you see.’ The
hold man wrote right back for ‘er to give ‘im up, as’e

wouldn’t ‘ave no Japanese marrying hinto ‘is family.
Now can’t you see the port, you blooming hasses ?”

was highly indignant, and he felt like falling
‘point” into their heads.

and Jolliby could not

Brax Hey
on them and trying to beat the ‘
His anger was really amusing,
help grinning: at it.

Billy made a leap for Chip,

Immediately grabbing

him by the arm and shouting:

Now you see hit! Now you see hit! Hi knew

you would! You can't ‘élp it! Hit’s a good one on
Buck’art.

In facet,
with laughter,

joke in it all.

Laugh at hit—laugh ‘ard!”
Ted Smart was on the point of shrieking
for he was the only one who saw the
“Bub-Bub-Bradley,” said Jolliby, his Adam's apple
bobbing after it’s usual queer way, “I advise you to
have an interpreter for your sts-sus-stories.’’
Billy tell back, groaning.

The door opened, and Obediah Tubbs, the
face wreathed

fat boy,

came rolling into the room, his ftill moon

in a simile.

“Dern my picter!”’ he squeaked, in his high-pitched
voice. “I jest want to congratulate Dick on the way
he scooted along the ice an’ slid inter that watter an’
.It was the slickest piece of busi-
ness I ever saw, by gum!”

Bradley pounced on Obediah

“?* Ave you ‘eard the latest story habout the man who
lived down hin Texas?” he spluttered,
ment. 25 4 Bs

in wild excite-

“Guess not,” ’ confessed Tubbs. “My fol ks they live
down there now, though ney come frum down East in
the fust place.’

“Then Hi ham going to tell you the story,” declared
Sep “Hand Hi want you to feign at hit.”
“Ts it funny? Re eee eam :

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fully funny the way: you tald it.
thing T have heard inva month.

“Hawful funny.”
“All right. Let her rip.
buttons off larfin’.”’
Bradley was so excited and confused that he almost
stuttered as he began.
“There was a girl from down in Texas hand she
went haway to college, don’t y’ ’now. Hafter she ‘ad
a while, she wrote ‘ome: ‘Hi ’ave fallen

I’m all ready to bu’st my

been in college a
hin love with a Japanese.’
sat down hand wrote right back: ‘Give him hup. Hi’ll
‘ave no blooming croquet game hin my family.’ Now
laugh, blast your blooming heyes, or Hi’ll kick you!”

Obediah gazed at Billy in blank amazement. Then
he began to back away from the Cockney youth, his

big, rotund face wearing an expression of apprehen-

sion, while his eyes bulged.
“Take him away!” he squeaked. . “He’s dangerous!
Dern my picter! I believe he’s gone plumb crazy fer
sure!” :

Billy was flabbergasted.

table, looking weak and faint.

te fell back against the
Then he turned on Ted
Smart, and he really had a panueyeus glare in his eyes:
“You hare to blame for hit hall!
“Hi don’t believe there was hany joke hin
a don't believe it ad a point hat

’ he roared, furi-
ously.
your old story!
hall!’ . Cr |
When Ted laughed Billy made a jump for him.
Fortunately for the little fellow, he nimbly dodged un-
der the table and through to the other side. Then he
kept the table between himself and Bradley, dodging
around it as the furious Cockney youth tried to catch
hin.
“It's a put uP job for them not to laugh, Billy,” de-
“T swear to you ‘that the story was aw-
It was the funniest
There is a conspiracy
here against you. Just.go out and tell it to other fel-
lows and see how soon they laugh at you.”
Bradley stopped. }
“Hi “believe Fi

clared Ted.

will try hit,” he said) “Hif they

laugh Hill know hit was a put up job, hand. H1’'ll come

back. ’ere hand knock a few ’eads together.”

Then he hurried from the room. Half an hour
later the report w as brought in that he was wandering
from room to room wildly repeating a senseless mess of
gibberish and threatening to murder any one who re-
fused to laugh at it. A

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CHAPTER V.

DiC $f RPK ES

Dick Mer
lenge = the Eaton basketball team was accepted by
Elmer Dow. This was done on the very day the chal-
lenge having urged Dick to take
the place of Fred Foster, who was ill. This Dick had

agreed to do, 1f necessary.

riwell’s advice was followed, and the chal-

was received; Dow

But on the following day there was cause for regret
at the hasty action in accepting the challenge, for Dick
Merriwell was very lame and unable to take part in
practice. His knee had been badly hurt in his fall on
the ice, it was necessary to doctor it carefully.
“But you will be. able to play on the night of the
game,’ said Dow, anxiously.

Dick shook his 1 ead.

“T am afraid not,’ he said. “A fellow wants two
good legs under him to play that game. Besides, I
shall not be in first-class trim, for I lack practice.”

“But what can we do?” desperately exclaimed the
manager of the team. .““I can’t bear to think of letting
those fellows put it all over us!’

They talked the matter over, discussing . the most
available players to fill the vacant position. At last,
not a little to the surprise of Dow, Dick suggested giv-
Arlington a trial.
cried Dow. “Why,

suggest him!”

ing Chester
“Arlington ?”
you-—you would s
“T have heard that he knows
to be a clever player.”
“But he is

{ didn’

t suppose
the game and is said
your enemy ?”’

” admitted Dick.
friendship should be

“There is no friendship between us,
“But this is not
considered at all.’

Still Dow could not help thinking it was the most
natural thing in the world for most fellows to belittle
an enemy and praise a friend regardless of the actual
worth of either. He realized that Dick Merriwell,
although naturally passionate and revengéful, had
risen above such pettiness; but he did not know the

a case where

effort it had cost Dick, nor the bitter struggle young

Merriwell had waged to overcome hisenatural disposi-
tion and make himself something higher and_ better
than he had been at the beginning. —

- Frank Merriwell had been Dick’s model, and never
had a fellow worked harder to become like his model.

At first it had seemed impossible, at first he had often
- been discouraged ;
firmer he held to his

but the longer he kept at it, the
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the obstacles and the easier became the path he had
so resolutely set his feet upon. He had discovered
the secret of success.

“Do you really think Arlington capable?’ asked
Dow, atingly, for he still wondered if Dick had
not spoken in ridicule.

“T can’t say about that, but it will do no harm to give
him a trial. I want Fardale to win, and it makes no
difference to me whether this fellow is a friend or an
about the desired result.”’

“On your recommenda-

hesit

enemy if he can help bring

“All right,” said Elmer.
tion [ll give him a trial.”

So it happened that on that very day Arlington was
given an opportunity to show what he could do in the
practice game held in the gymnasium.

The challenge from Eaton had awakened great inter-
est in the basketball team, and a large number of ca-
dets thronged into the gym. to watch the practice.

Arlington was given the, position of right forward
on the regular team, against which a scrub team was
pitted. :

Buckhart, who played center for the regulars, and
who knew nothing of the intention to try Chester, was
sore at once, Dow, how-
ever, managed to pacify him, and the game began.

and threatened to resign.

The scrubs made it lively enough for the regulars,
but it.was not long before Chester Arlington demon-
started his fitness\to hold the position he had been
civen. He was fast on his feet, quick with his hands,
and he knew just what to do when he got the ball or
when he sought to prevent an opposing player from
accomplishing a desired object. Besides,- Arlington |
made the first goal.

Dick was watching this practice and making occa-
sional suggestions to Dow, who listened to them will-
ingly. The principal trouble with the players was the
lack of team work.

“W hat do you think of Arlington?”
ager.

“Fle seems to be all right,”

asked the man-

said Dick. “Don’t you

think so?”

,

“He’s a surprise to me,” confessed Elmer.
When the practice was over Chester walked over to
Dow and asked point blank:

Well, Mr. Dow, are you satisfied? Have I made
good ?” .

“You did. weil,” said Dow.

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ad am I to play on the team?”
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Arlington turned toward Dick, who was close at
hand; a sneer curling his lips.

“Well,” he said, “I’m going to have one show, and
no thanks to you, Mr. Smart Aleck.”

face since the race on Lily Lake. And now the fellow
dared to face Dick with a sneer! Merriwell had not
sought to retaliate for the wretched trick played upon
him, and it is likely Chester thought he would not do
anything.

Self-contained although he was, the insolence of the
fellow was too much for Dick in that moment. Like
a bolt from a crossbow Dick’s hard fist shot out and
struck Arlington between the eyes.

: The stricken fellow went down like a log and lay
/ still.
A hush fell on the spectators.
Without a word of explanation, Dick Merriwell
turned and left the building.
~ When Buckhart had dressed he hurried to his room,
and found Dick quietly studying.

the Texan, approvingly. “You certainly gave it to

trance for more than two minutes.”

Dick frowned a little, but said nothing.

“It was just what he needed,” continued Brad. “I
cern he’ ll be careful how he slings his chin at you after
this.” |
“I did not strike him for that,” said Dick.
“Didn't? Why, ev ret aay thought. so.’
They were wile 2
+ “Then why
“Never mind. He knows why I hit him.”

Brad saw Dick was not inclined to talk about it.

There came a knock at the door, and Elmer Dow
walked in. Dow seemed hesitating and uncertain. f

ak thought I’d speak to yan about—about aia
“ton,” he said. .

Again Dick frowned.
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“About rn, him on the team.”

  

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For the first time Dick and Chester were face ‘to:

“Pard, that was a corking old soaker!” exclaimed

him fair and proper! Why, he didn’t come out of his.

“Well, Aj eer perhaps you, had changed your,

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given a trial. I told the fellows about that, so they
know why you struck him.”

“But I did not strike him for that reason at all.”

Dow opened his eyes.

“Didn't you? Why, I supposed it made you mad
for him to come and sneer at you after you had rec-
ommended thz i he be given a ae to play. I told
the fellows so.”

“T hope I have sufficient control of my temper not
to strike any one on such small provocation,” said
Dick.

“T know he is your enemy, and I’m sure you had
good cause to hit him.
fill his place on the team?”

“Certainly not!” exclaimed Dick.
strated that he can play the game. Our personal
troubles have nothing to do with basketball, and it is

your place to get together the best team possible. I.

think Arlington will prove valuable.” )
“All right,” said Dow, as he turned to the door. “I
just wanted your advice.”
When the door had closed behind hae manager of the

basketball team Brad Buckhart came over and stood |

before Dick with his feet planted very wide apart.
After a few moments of silence, he said:

“And you recommended that Chet Arlington should |

be taken onto the basketball team ?”’

. “TY did,’ answered Dick.
“Well, may I be shot full of ventilation!” exclaimed
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CHAPTER VI.
CHESTER IS SUSPECTED, _
a all that he admired Dick so much, Sil bet,

could not fully understand him and his motives. He.

was also intensely suspicious of Arlington, whom he
believed treacherous and utterly without honor.
Dick, on the other hand, was not willing to think

his enemy, all bad, for he had discovered that even the.

worst fellows have some good traits. He knew Ches-
‘ter was ambitious and jealous, and he thought it -prob-
able that the fellow would do his best to make a record

if given an opportunity on the basketball team. Dick, |
himself, was so. wrapped up in F ardale ancl his affection j vf
_ for the school, that/his one object was to see the red-
_ and-black: carried to sees on all occasions, ped for

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enemy should participate in the work of accomplish-
ing this object.

There was a high feeling of rivalry between Fardale
and Eaton, and to defeat Eaton was ever the greatest
satisfaction and delight of the cadets.

The fact that Dick had been consulted by the man-—

ager of the basketball team showed that his judgment
was held in great esteem, for there was really no other
reason why Dow should come to him and ask his ad-
vice.

In calm moments young Merriwell was certain to be
absolutely just and unprejudiced. He had found that,
in spite of his overbearing ways, Chester Arlington
was remarkably adept and clever in many ways. He
had been obliged to confess to himself that in the ice
hockey game on the lake Chester had proved more
formidable than any two or three of his companions.
lf he could play basketball equally well he would be a
good man for the team, and might materially aid in
carrying the Fardale colors to victory.

All this while Dick had not forgotten Chester’s
treacherous act in tripping him with the hockey stick
during the skating race. At the time Dick’s blood had
leaped hot from his heart, and he had resolved to set-
tle with the fellow. :

But the excitement of the race to the rescue of those
in danger of drowning had banished these thoughts
from his mind. In his wet and chilled condition after
supporting Doris and being pulled from the water he
was in no mood to confront Chester, even if he had
thought of it then, which he did ‘not.

But afterward, when he was dry and warm again,
with a change of clothes, he found it impossible to re-
frain from thinking of Arlington’s treachery, and
several times he was almost overcome by a desire to
look for the fellow and give him a thorough thrashing.

However, Dick had met Chester in physical en-
counters and had worsted him. He had convinced
himself that he was more than Chester’s match, and
this very thing prev ented him from. hunting the fellow
aip ‘and pliching into him. Under the circumstances,
knowing as he did what the probable result would be,
such a course on his part seemed cowardly, and he
refrained. oe
ey Nevertheless, he was determined to punish Arlington
in some manner,’ though how he would accomplish
this object he had not decided:
under the circumstances, Dick’s

r Dow to give Chester a trial

It will be seen that,

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on the basketball team was quite remarkable, and
showed him above petty revenge.

But when Chester sneered at him in the presence of
others, after he had been the direct cause of getting
him an opportunity to show what he could do on the
team, Dick’s wrath blazed into instant action. He
struck the fellow down so quickly that he did not even
seem to give himself time for thought. Then, with-
out a word, he turned away.

Now there were those who thought Dick had dis-
played a very bad temper under the circumstances.
Without knowing all that lay behind it, they were in-
clined to condemn him for his sudden blow. They
were, however, mostly plebes and fellows who were
jealous of Dick, being, therefore, ready to seize with
avidity upon anything he did that they could criti-
cise.

Merriweil was told that these fellows were criticis-
ing him, and he was urged to square himself by ex-
plaining why he had struck Chester. This he de-.
clined to do.

“Any one here knows I have stood things from that
fellow that I would take from no other chap,” he said,
when Brad urged him. “If they will think the mat-
ter over a little, they will see that I have a dozen rea-
sons for hitting him.”

“That’s right, pard,” agreed Buckhart; “and what
I can’t understand is why you haven’t hammered the
head off him before this.”

To this Dick did not reply, but before his mental
vision rose the face of a strikingly pretty girl, and un-
consciously his hand felt for a tiny locket he carried—

a locket that contained the picture of June Arlington.

Dick knew why he had held his hand so many times,
but he could not explain, even to his friends.

Buckhart was suspicious of Chester.. He could not
believe the fellow could be trusted in anything, and it
was not long before he hastened to Dick with a rather
interesting statement.

“Say, pard,” he palpitated, plainly trying to repress

his excitetment, “you can’t guess who Rafe Knox says
he saw in town to-day. Well, Pll tell you. It was Bob
Cen.

“Bob Crisp? Do you mean the fellow who played
right end on the Eaton eleven?”

“You bet your boots!
dale. And Rafe saw somebody
Who do you suppose?”

“Go ahead. I don’t care to waste time guessing.”

He was right here in Far-
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“Well, it was Chet Arlington.
of that?” ’

“Think ?
think of it?”

“Partner,
whisper!’

“Something doing ?”’

“Sure as fate.’’

“What do you mean by that, Brad?
self.”’

“T opine they didn’t meet by accident.
wasn’t in Fardale by accident.
I am driving at now ?”’

“You think there is some kind of treachery afoot,
is that it?” .

“Just it, pard.”

“Why, it was the most natural thing in the world foe
Arlington to speak to Crisp.”

“But when they saw Knox had spotted them they
just split right away. Rafe heard Chester say, ‘I'll
see you later and fix it,” or something like that. I tell
3 you, Dick, there’s crookedness cooking, and that sneak
Arlington is at the bottom of ie”

“You may be right,” admitted Dick.
like to think so.”

Brad was disgusted.

“T don’t see why you shouldn't like to think it of
him!” he exclaimed,
of chumps to let him play on the team.”

“Why should he do anything treacherous? If we
win it is likely to pe him a start in sports here, and
that is what he wants.”

“Dick,” said Brad, dropping his exaggerated man-
ner. of speech for a moment, “have you heard, that

What do you think
Why, I don’t know.. What should I
there’s something doing! You hear me

Explain your-

Bob Crisp

“But I don’t

KI Arlington has not had as much money to blow around ©

of late as he had when he first came here?” ~
“T don’t know that I have heard it. I do not die

‘ cuss him or his affairs with any one except you,”

Well, it’s a fact. I have it straight that his old

man was good and mad when he found out how Chet ,

had been eitading himself. so extensively around here
is and had been spending money like a prince, and he has
put his foot down on it. ‘The old fellow seems to be
quite a sensible. rooster, ¢ even if he is the father of
such a brat. The result is that Chet hasn’t had fe)
much | coin of late: He got away with what he did
have and is rather hard up just now.”

“And by this you mean to infer that he will betray
Far ale if he is a for pores so? Is that it Brad cr

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“That’s what I was driving at, old man.”

“Well,” said Dick, “even if Chester Arlington is
cheap enough to do such a thing, I decline to think
that any Eaton man would be willing to give him a
price for his treachery. So you see I take no stock
in the suspicion you entertain.”

“All right!” exclaimed Brad, in disappointment.
“But you may have to take stock in it. You ought to
know that Eaton is pretty sore over her defeat by us
at football, and she must be willing to do almost any-
thing to get revenge. This is her chance.”

ay can’t think that it would give Eaton any satisfac-
tion whatever to defeat us unfairly through the treach-
ery of one of our players.”

“Wait—wait till you see the game!
doesn’t throw us down Ill eat my hat!
shout |” |

Still Dick was not satisfied, ard he declined to ad-
vise Dow to drop Chester from the team. |

It must be confessed that he was somewhat troubled
over it, and he resolved to watch Chester closely both
before and during the game. If he saw signs of
treachery he would not hesitate to act in a hurry.

Gradually Dick abandoned hope of taking part in the
game, for his knee continued lame, and he was given
no opportunity for practice, which he felt that he
needed very much. Pea eeE

The day of the contest. approached, and Arlington
remained on the team.

If Arlington
You hear me

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; CHAPTER VII.
'  PHE MEETING ON THE SHORE.

In spite of his lame knee, which had i impr oved some-
what, Dick took a long walk by himself late Satur-
day afternoon. He often indulged in these walks, and
now he sought the shore, where he could listen to the -

sea that was rolling heavily over Tiger Tooth Ledge.

There was a little snow on the ground. The late
afternoon was dull and somber, with'a Jeaden sky over-
head. The wind came, dank from the sea, which
looked cold and forbidding and was beaten to white
foam far out on the dangerous ledge.

Always the sea interested Dick. He had watched ‘a

it j in its many moods, and to him, it seemed much like 7 ae
a human being, betraying changing emotions, poe Re

smiling, gay, laughing and happy, anon -downcast, Pe dia
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bursts of anger and would beat at the rocky shore,
roaring forth its rage,

Dick paused amid some cedars where he could look
dewn along the shore. While he was standing there
he chanced to turn his head and look away in the di-
rection of the academy. He saw a figure, striking
across the fields at a rapid pace.

Young Merriwell had the keen eye of an eagle, and,
eyen at that distance, he recognized Chester Arling-
ton.

“Now what is he doing?’ thought Dick, wonder-
ingly. “Is he following my tracks?”

He soon decided that this was not the case and that

Chester had not even observed his tracks.

Arlington was heading toward a rocky strip of coast
and walking at a rapid pace. Somehow there was

‘that in the fellow’s manner that interested the one who
was watching him.

Dick knew Chester was not a person to enjoy such
a walk for the mere pleasure there was in it or to take
it for the benefit to be derived from it, Arlington was
no lover of nature, and the sea did not attract him.

Finally Chester disappeared from view, still heading
for the shore.

“T think I’ll stroll down that way,” muttered Dick.

Ten minutes later he came upon Chester’s tracks
through the snow.

By this time the dusk of falling night was beginning |

‘to spread itself over sea and land. Afar over Tiger
Tooth a few gulls were wheeling and calling harshly.

To Dick there seemed something rather mysterious
in Arlington’s movements, to say the least.

Chester had descended to the shore, which along
here was piled high with icy boulders. |

Dick followed, moving with renewed caution.

He had not proceeded far before he heard voices.

Merriwell stopped.

“Arlington came here to meet some one by appoint-
ment!” he decided. “Perhaps I may make a discov-

ery that will prove Buckhart was right in suspecting —

him of treachery.”

“Tt was possible that Chester had come to meet the :

same fellow he had been seen talking with i in town.
But as Dick slipped forward amid the boulders it
‘seemed to him that the voice of Chester’s companion
had a familiar sound, Therefore, when he reached
a point where he could see both lads through the gath-
ering gloom, he was not surprised to recognize Miguel

- Bunol, the young Spaniard who had come to Fardale -

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in the first place in company with Arlington and had
entered the school.

Bunol was a hot-tempered, treacherous fellow, and
he had remained Arlington’s friend only as long as he
could obtain money from him, and when this supply
ceased he sought revenge by trying to make it appear
that Chester was a c@nmon thief.

To the cleverness of Dick Merriwell was due the
failure of Bunol’s plans and his final exposure, which
caused him to leave the school in a hurry.

But here he was again, and plainly Arlington had
come out to meet him.

Bunol was speaking excitedly, and Merriwell could
plainly hear his words:

“T tell you the money I must have!” he cried. “You
give me it I go away and never trouble you some more
at all.”

“But, hang it all! I haven’t got it, Bunol!’ declared
Chester. |

“Bah! You lie when you
have a great plenty of money.
fool me at all.”

“Tt is true that I have had lots of money:to blow in,
but the old man has closed down on me, and I haven't
five dollars to my name. You demand a hundred.”

“You cannot fool me at all,” repeated the young
Spaniard. “You do not the money get from your
father ; . is to you from your mother that the money
it comes.’

“That's all right;

You always
You cannot

say that!
I know.

but the governor has found out
how much the old girl has been sending me, and he has
stopped it.”
Still Bunol did not believe, and still he insisted that
he must have the money at once. )
“You'll have to wait,” said Chester.
money to-morrow night.”

“I expect some

“T do not want here in Fardale to stay. What if |
should be seen and for me trouble should be made!”
“That's your lookout,” answered Chester, indiffer-
ently. | che ;
Arlington had said that he would have money tl the
following night, and Dick wondered how the fellow
expected to obtain it... Was it possible that Buckhart
was tight and this fellow had been driven by his. strait-
ened circumstances to agree to betray his school for a
price? Was that how he expected to obtain money.
even though his father was withholding it from him?
The two lads might have seen Dick had. they looked
around, but they were so intent on their own affairs,

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and there seemed so little danger of any one being near
in that wild spot that they were entirely off their
guard.

Arlington’s words seemed to enrage Bunol beyond
measure.

“You have to look out, too!”
‘“T do for you the dirty work

he snarled, through his
white teeth. and you
give me money.”’

“T paid you well, but you became a veritable blood-
sucker,” retorted Chester. “You clung to me like a
leech and kept sucking my money away. And you
nearly ruined me in the end.”

“How you mean?”

“You know. I brought you here to Fardale. Then
when you got sore on me you tried to make me out a
thief so I would be turned from the school in dis-

grace. But you were forced to take your own medi-
cine. You were the one who had to get out of the
school.”

- ~ sein “3 ;
Chester laughed, and for a moment it seemed that

Bunol would leap upon him.

“That so,” confessed the
“Deek Merriwell he fix it so I
forget him. Some time I have my turn, and then it be
up to him to look out pretty sharp.”

“That’s all right,” said Chester, easily, “I am not
-worrying about him. He can look out for himself.
But he'll be sure to make it warm for you if he finds
out you are around here:”

“That why
with you not one hour longer.
you bring’ it!”

Chester laughed again, swapping his fingers in Bu-
nol’s face.

Spanish lad, pantingly.

have to go, and I do not

money to-night. I fool

You get money,

I must have 1
and

“You can drive me no longer,” he declared. ‘That
time is past, Bunol. You hadn’t better try it, or you'll
be sorry.”’

“What you do?” demanded Bunol, fiercely.

“Well, it would pet take two words’ to set the offi-
cers looking for you.”

That seemed to entage the Spanish youth beyond
_ measure.

“So you threaten!” he cried: “TI know why you say

you have money to-morrow. . You mean to give them
You mean to give me no money
_ But you give it to me—or else I kill you dead!”

chance to catch me!
at a !

Then he flung himself suddenly on Arlington, who

. wi taken by surprise by the unexpected shock and °

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hurled backward to the stony beach, Bunol coming
down upon him and pinning him to the ground.

Chester seemed partly stunned, but the fierce young
Spaniard fastened his hands on the throat of the over-
thrown boy, while he snarled:

“Now you promise—you promise and swear! If
you do not, I kill you here! I kill you now! TI have
you where I can!”

Arlington made a slight movement to struggle, but
Bunol thrust his hand into his bosom and drew forth
a gleaming knife, which he lifted.

“T cut you throat!’ he palpitated. “Keep a-still!
I like to do it! It give me the great satisfaction to
do it.” ,

Then Dick Merriwell decided that it was time for
him to take a hand in the affair, and he proceeded to do.
sO.

CHAPTER VIII.
THE STRUGGLE ON THE SHORE.

Bunol heard a crunching step on the gravel behind
him, but before he could turn his head he was seized

_by a pair of powerful hands and pulled back from, Ar-

lington. Then he felt himself lifted and hurled
through the air with ridiculous ease.

To say that Chester had been frightened. would not
fully express the state of his mind. Knowing the pas-
sionate and revengeful nature of ‘the Spanish lad, he
was terrified beyond’ measure when he saw Bunol
snatch forth that knife and lift it.

Then came Merriwell with two pantherish leaps,

clutched the Spaniard by the neck and shoulders and

sent him flying.
Bunol. landed sprawling atid the boul ders. He
was somewhat dazed, but he rose quickly, still with
the knife in his hand. He saw Dick Merriwell. |
“You?” he snarled, showing his white teeth.
it you who do it? Well, I fix you quick!” ee |
The hand containing the knife went back. The fel-
low could throw that knife at a short distance with
the accuracy of a bullet from a rifle, and now there

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aimed for Dick Merriwell’s heart! es
But the knife was not thrown. c
Arlington had scrambled quickly to his feet. His _

fingers had closed on around stone the size of a man’s . :

fist, and this he now hurled at the ‘Spanish lad with all
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The stone struck Bunol on the head, and the fellow
dropped, the knife whirling harmlessely from his fin-
gers.

With a cry of satisfaction, Chester caught up an-

other stone and leaped toward the fallen lad.

Bunol lay where he had dropped, quite motionless.

Arlington lifted the stone,
by fingers that seemed to have the grip of an iron vise.

“Hold on!” said the voice of Dick Merriwell. “Do
you want to murder him?”

“He tried to murder me!”

“Is that any reason why you should try to murder
him now ?”

“He tried to murder you!”

“But he is down and out. He didn’t succeed.”

‘Because I hit him with that stone. If I had missed
it would have been all over with you now.”

“Well, it’s plain I owe you one,’ admitted Dick.
“But you're not going to soak him now that he is
down.” |

Bunol stirred, partly sat up, and stared at them
The light of sg had gone from his eyes,

but his wrist was grasped

panted Chester.

“Look out for him!” exclaimed Chester. “I tell
you he is dangerous! You can’t tell what trick he will
try next.” . .
“J don’t think he is very dangerous now,” said Dick.

“He's a snake!” declared Chester. “He went back
on me! And we were friends!”

“Are you sure you were ever real friends? And
are you not to blame because he went back on you?”

“T couldn’t trust him.”

“Could he trust you?” .

Dick compelled Arlington to drop the stone, Bat he
did not do it without a struggle.

Strange though it may seem, that struggle appeared

‘to terrify Bunol, who sprang up screaming and started

to run, In Spanish he cried that they meant to kill
him, and away he ran as fastias he could.

{mmediately Dick_ started
though a swift runner, Merriwell found it no easy task
to overt take the crazed Spanish lad.

Bunol kept along the shore for a short distance, and
then ran up the bank, with Dick still in pursuit.

Cl hester Arlington followed them, wondering what

‘Merriwell meant to do. 3

‘It was quite a ‘ong chase. Several times Bunol

/ looked back and saw Dick coming after him, which
-_ seémed to add to his fears.

   

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‘after the fellow. Al-

But | he was no ‘match for

     

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his pursuer, and he seemed to realize this at last. Dick
overtock Bunol on the very brink of a cliff at the foot
of which the sea was pounding sulienly. ,

Panting and out of breath, the Spanish boy turned
at bay for a moment, but, as Dick came on, he wheeled
about and tried to jump from the cliff into the sea.

With a great forward spring, Merriwell clutched

him just in time to prevent him from accomplishing

his purpose.
But, Bunol

words

tought to break forth

in Spanish.

away, gasping

Arlington came up and saw them struggling there

where both might lose their footing and plunge over

the cliff.

For a moment Chester was tempted with a terrible
temptation. He saw his opportunity to give them both
a thrust and hurl them from the brink. Bunol would
be almost certain to cling fiercely to Dick, and together
they would be drowned. ‘Thus, in a twinkling and at
a single stroke Arlington could rid himself of both his
enemies.

Be it said to his credit that, revengeful and jealous
though he naturally was, his soul revolted at such a
thought. Still for a time he stood wishing that they
might fall over without any assistance from him.

But when they were reeling on the very brink a sud-
den thought flashed through Chester’s head and made
him realize in a twinkling that, with all his boasted
superiority, he was not Dick Merriwell’s equal.

This thought was that more than once in time of
great peril Merriwell had rushed to his succor. He
thought of the fire that burned the hotel and how he
had been carried from the smoke and flames in the
arms of Dick Merriwell. He thought of his effort
to escape from. Glen Island by swimming ashore, how
he had been seized by cramps and was drowning, and
how Dick had rescued him. t

And then, before he actually realized what he was

doing, he found himself dragging Dick back from the
edge of the cliff. ; |

As Dick clung to Bunol, the Spanish youth was
dragged back also.

Then Merriwell tripped Bunol and flung him-heavily —
to the. ground, dropping upon him and holding him
bhere, 2.

“The fellow is crazy asa
“Give me phed handkerohiet,
about it, too,”

Chester obey ed,

‘toon, Dick licouaend’
Arlington. Be quick |
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Dick had planted himself astride Bunol’s slender,
wiry figure, with his knees holding the fellow’s arms
down. He now took hold of Bunol in a manner that,
by giving a twist, he was enabled to turn him face
downward, at the same time wrenching his hands back-
ward behind him.

“Here!” he commanded;
them there. Lively, Arlington!”

Chester obeyed as directed; Dick twisted the hand-
kerchief into a rope and tied it about Bunol’s wrists
with a hard knot. Then he took out his own handker-
chief and used that in a similar manner. When he
had finished the Spanish youth was quite helpless to
use his hands.

“Good work!’ said Arlington, approvingly, satisfac-
tion in his face and voice. “Now we've got him, and
we can fix him all right.”

“What do you mean?”
the captive.

Dick demanded, rising from

“Why, we can turn him over to the law! That's
the stuff! We can cook his goose all right. ‘We can
have him sent to the stone jug for a good long time.
He'll not be dangerous then.”

A feeling of repulsion surged over Dick.

“Have you forgotten he was your chosen conpani-
ion?” he asked.

“T’ve not forgotten that he-tried to make me out a
thief!” grated Arlington, and in his eyes gleamed the
meanest of all passions, revenge.

‘Possibly you yourself were to blame for that.”

“Well, you know what he was trying to do. He
was trying to blackmail me. He was trying to force
me to pay him money. :
I say! Give him what he deserves!”

“You are eager enough to give him what he de-_

serves.
serve 2”
‘Don’t be a fool!’snarled Arlington. “He has no
love for you. He'll do you a bad turn some day if he
gets the chance.” 7
“Tl risk that. I am not afraid of him.”
“But why did you tie his hands?”
: “So he could not hurt himself, Look here, his hair
‘is full of blood. That stone broke his scalp, and the
_ fellow has been crazed by the blow.”

Are you equally willing to take. what you de-

“Well,” sneered Chester, “I suppose it will be like

you to doctor him? It wouldn’t surprise me a bit.”
“I don’t propose to let him destroy himself.”
“What are you going to do?”

“hold his hands-—hold

‘Turn him over to the officers,

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“TI am going to take him into town, and I want your

help.” :

“What will you do with him after you have taken
him into town?”

“Find out how badly he is hurt.
you to help me.”
_ Dick commanded Chester, who did not refuse to
obey. Between them Bunol. was marched off toward

Come on, I want

' Fardale.

CHAPTER IX.
THE SECRET OF DICK’S POWER.
It had grown dark when they conducted the captive

into the village. By that time Bunol had grown quiet
and almost helpless. It was necessary to hold him up

_and‘compel him to walk along. His legs seemed weak

and wavering beneath him.

Fortunately they met no one on their way to Fiank
Merriwell’s house, which was situated on the outskirts
of the village. Dick opened the door with a key he car-
ried, and they entered. He pressed a button and the
electric lights with which the house was supplied came
on. . | ,
Bunol was taken into Frank Merriwell’s office,
which was a step off the hall. Frank’s desk, closed
and locked, sat there near a window. There was a
telephone in the room, and to this Dick stepped and
rang.

ieiciaele Bunol, who had suai on a chair, tried
to start up, uttering a cry. .

“Vou call the officer!’ he exclaimed.
me arrest !”

“No,” said Dick. “Be still.”

Ther he requested central to give him the office of

a doctor.

Arlington wondered at this, but he remained quiet |

and heard Dick request the doctor to come right away.

“T don’t want the doctor y deelared Bunol, weakly. —

\

“Let me go!”
But Dick compelled oa to ascend the stairs toa
chamber, and there the three boys were when there
came a ring at the doorbell.
pressed & button at the head of the stairs, upon which
the front door swung open, and he called down:
“Come up this way, doctor.’ .
Having given this invitation, he hurried | back a
quickly removed the °

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Migtiel Bunol’s wrists.
edge of the bed when the doctor entered the room.

“What's the matter, Mr. Merriwell?” asked the phy-
sician, who had brought his case and had it in his
hand. “From the way you spoke over the ’phone I
thought it something pretty serious.”

Dick motioned toward Bunol.

““Hle was hit on the head by a ting:
don’t know just’ how serious it is.’

‘te said. “We

The physician knew something of the encounters

that took place between the cadets, but he observed
_ ata glance that Bunol was not wearing a Fardale uni-

_ form. However,
at once to examine the fellow’s wound.

4

» stand it.

he asked no questions, but started

Water was brought and the blood was washed from
Bunol’s hair, some of which was clipped away from

the gash in his scalp.

Arlington sat still and looked on, filled with strange
thoughts. This manner of treating an enemy seemed
to him most remarkable, and to himself he confessed
that he could not understand Merriwell.

Bunol was quiet enough. All the fierceness had

gone out of him.

“Well,” said the doctor, after a while, “I don’t
think his skull is fractured, although he must have re-
ceived quite a shock. He may suffer from concussion
of the brain, and it will be best for him to keep pretty
quiet for a while.”

Then he asked for bandages, after which ie dressed
the wound, advising that Bunol be put to bed and left
there for a day, at least.

The doctor departed.

“Am I to go now?” asked the Spanish lad, weakly.

“No,” said Dick. “You are to do just as the doc-
tor said. You are to undress and. get into that bed.
The woman who takes care of this house while my
brother is away lives in the cottage next door. I will
call her, and she will come in here and look after you.’’

“Then I am prisoner?” |

“No. When you are well enough you are to leave
Fardale and never returrf here.”

The young Spaniard seemed scarcely able to under-

Dick left the room and brought back a nightgown.
Then he aided Bunol, who seemed almost as weak as

_a baby, and finally the fellow crept into the bed, where

he fell back on the pillow and stared at Dick with his —

dark, wondering eyes,

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Bunol was lying down on the

‘slight mdtion toward Chester.

But he began to undress, as Dick ordered it.

  

Ay

“I know something I have to tell you now, ” he said,
faintly.

“Better be quiet,’’ said Dick.

“No; I have it to tell you, and it will I tell. I
know now why it is you are of all the boys at the school
the leader. Maybe I can’t say it plain to make you
understand, but here I have it so I know it for sure.”

He pressed his hands over his heart.

Arlington was listening. Had the Spanish youth
solved the secret of Merriwell’s power and popularity ?
Tf so, he would know what it was, and so he listened.

“You are of them all the leader because in you there
is not something mean at all,” declared Bunol. “Be-
cause of no one you have a fear. Because of no one
you take the bad advantage. Because you never give
up at anything. Because your worst enemy him you
never strike when he is down.”

“Bah!” thought Arlington, and still he was im-
pressed. :

“Your enemy he made me,” said Bunol, weakly lift-
ing a hand and pointing toward Chester. “Your friend
you have this day changed me to. No more forever
again will I your enemy be, Dick Merriwell,”

“T am glad to hear that,” smiled Dick. “I prefer a
friend to an enemy any day.”
“From me no more you have to worry. It is all I

can say, and I do not say it as I wish; but perhaps you
know what it is I try to speak.”

“I think I know,” nodded Dick.

“Then I am satisfied,” said Bunol.
have the bad ache.’

He closed his eyes.

ae going down to the ‘phone and speak to the
housekeeper,” said Dick. ’

Bunol’s eyes came open at once.

“Leave him not here with me!” he said,

“My head it

with a

“Come on, Arlington,” said Dick, and they de-
scended to the office, where Dick talked over the ‘phone
with the housekeeper and explained everything. He
waited until she appeared and had a few moments’ talk
with her.

Until they were well along the road toward the acad-
emy the boys walked in silence. Both seemed think-
ing. At last, Arlington broke into a sarcastic laugh.

“Well, Merriwell,” he observed, “I confess that you
take the cake! ae are ‘different from any other fel-
low ever saw.’ La , .

 
   
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“Thanks,” said Dick.

“But I hope you are not chump enough to take any
stock in the words of Miguel Bunol. He's a Span-
iard.””

“T have no doubt but there are plenty of Spaniards
who are honorable and trustworthy.”

“But you know Bunol is not one of them,
quite the opposite.”

“Yet you trusted him,”

“See what came of it.”

“More through your fault than his,” .

“Rot! You'll see. You have left him in your
brother's house. Do you think he'll stay there?
Wait and see. He will not ask you when he shall go,
and when he goes he will take what he can carry easily
that is valuable. See if I am not right.”

“He may wait for the money you promised him.”

Chester shrugged his shoulders in the darkness.

“He will have to wait long,’”’ he said, with a scorn-
ful laugh.

“Then you did not mean to give him any money ?”

“Perhaps I did to get rid of him, but now I shall
give him none.”

“If you have no money now, where was it coming
‘from?’ demanded Dick, suddenly.

“Oh, I have a wa to get it,” returned Arlington,
vaguely.

“You will not tell sae aif

“Why should I? It is none of your business.”

Again came the thought to Dick that possibly Buck-

He is

hart was right in suspecting that Arlington meant to

betray Fardale to Eaton for money. Of, this, how-
ever, he had no proof, and he could not condemn the

fellow on absolutely no proof whatever.

“You had better be careful, Arlington,” warned
Dick,’ sternly,
are those who do not trust you any too far.”

“Bah! What do I care for them!

knife this day. In the future you cannot boast that

you have saved me from fire and water ‘without re-
membering that I did quite as much i in return.” —

“T do not ‘consider it. Ww orth boasting. of,” returned

Disks a in ‘a manner that cut Chester to the bone.

The following, morning Dick learned that, Arting-

F ‘ton had made, no mistake in prophesying that Bunol »
ie sald Nea es aha leave” of ae one. f

' Miss Tartington’s school were there.

“You want to understand that there :

As for you,
_Merriwell, don’t forget that I saved you from Bunol’s

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During the night he had risen quietly, dressed and
stolen away.

But he had not taken a single thing that did not be-
long to him.

CHAPTER X.
THE CALL FOR DICK,

Fardale Rink was brilliantly lighted. On one side
the baleony was decorated with Fardale colors, This
portion of the balcony was filled with enthusiastic ca-
dets who had gathered to witness the game. On the
opposite side was the large delegation from Eaton that
had come along with its basketball team to cheer their
champions on, and they fluttered the colors of their
school... One end of the balcony was well filled with
spectators in general, and at least twenty girls from
Doris Temple-
ton was the leader of this delegation, and the PG
girl of them all. .

- Doris had come forth fromi her exciting adventure
on the lake without harm of any sort. She had writ-

ten Dick a note expressing as well as possible her feel-
ings. Miss Tartington had written, too, commending
_Dick’s ready wit and bravery in such a desperate emer-
gency. \ . ‘

_ The visitors came forth first for practice, and they
were greeted with a resounding Eaton cheer. They
went to work right away and demonstrated in a hurry
that they were clever and very fast.
that they were well up on team work and passing. i"

Then the Pardale five came trotting out, and the ca-
dets rose. up and shook the roof with their welcome.

Arlington was there, looking ery and confident
in his suit. Nas

~The practice of the home team seemed to lack some |
of the precision and assurance of the visitors. _

_ Dick. Merriwell had been in the dressing-room ile ; #5

the boys before they came out, and from the door he
watched the practice, Dow standing near him,
“Well, what do you think a asked the manager of
the team. _ “What are we going to do with them?” —
“We must beat them,” me Dick. i
“Can we?”
_ “T hope so.’
“If you had been. able to hinipnoeh eM
“T could play to-night.”
“Your knee——” |

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“All the same,” said Dow, “you might be better
without practice than one man on the team.”

Dick knew Dow shared the wide distrust in Chester
Arlington.

The referee came out, and the two teams lined up
like this:

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Eaton had three of her regular football team on the
floor. They were Crisp, Potter and Berry, all well-
built fellows, without an ounce of superfluous flesh on
their bodies,

On the other hand, Buckhart was the only regular
football man on the Fardale team. True, Scudder and
Gardner had played on the team, but they had been
used as substitutes.

There was a hush as the men took their positions

and the referee walked out to the center of the Bas

with the ball.

A moment later the ball was tossed into the.air and
the game was 6n.

Potter took it clean from under Arlington’s nose, but
quick as a flash Chester struck the ball with his open
hand and knocked it from Potter’s grasp.

Crisp and Scudder made a dive for it.
together heavily, and both missed the ball.

Then Arlington whisked in, took the ball up cleanly
and passed it to Buckhart. Brad tried to get a throw
for the basket. f

Berry blocked him, preventing the try, and Potter
relieved Brad of the ball before he could pass it.

Away bounded the ball toward Fardale’s end of the
rink,

Gardner darted out, caught up te ball and tried to
make a pass, but was cavered so that he was forced to
whirl completely round and pass in the opposite di-
rection.

Crisp caught the ball.

Arlington was not covering Potter, and Crisp was
able to pass to Eaton’s left forward, for alt of Scud-
der’s efforts.

Swift work it was, turning, twisting, jumping, dodg-
ing, but with the ball in their possession the visitors
rushed it down the rink and Leighton made a tty for
the basket, : oh
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In a twinkling Stocker had the ball away from that
dangerous point. Two or three successful passes were
made, and then Crisp got in his work,

Crisp was as lively as a cricket. He covered Scud-

der in such a way that Uric was baffled when the bail

was in Fardale’s possession, and he refused to be cov-
ered when Eaton had the ball.
\ Eaton again managed to rush the ball down near
enough to enable Potter to make a try for the basket,
and this time he landed the ball fairly in the wicker.

The visitors had made the first score, and the Eaton
crowd above burst into a wild yell of joy.

“What do you think of it, Merriwell ?”
ager Dow, who looked worried.

“Rather slow in defense,” answered Dick.
afraid that is where the boys are weak.”

Dow nodded.

“I’m afraid you are right,” he admitted.

This fear increased, for it seon became apparent to
close observers that Crisp could play right round Scud-
der. Uric did his best, but he was no match for the
nimble Eaton man. Of the others Arlington was the
only one who seemed fully as swift as his particular op-
ponent, and Chester was working like a tiger. It was
a question if he could last through to the end of the
game at such a hot pace.

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Twice Fardale worked close to Eaton's goal, but
each time the throw for the basket was spoiled and
proved ineffectual. :

After this second attempt the visitors secured
the ball and again demonstrated their superiority by
working it swiftly the length of the rink and securing
a basket, making the score 6 to o in their favor.

It began to look rather black for Fardale. By this
time the expression of trouble on Elmer Dow’s: face
had turned to one of intense anxiety. ~ ) \

“Y’m afraid they are going to snow us under,” he
muttered.

“Oh, the game is young yet,” said Dick, rape:
ingly.

The Eaton crowd in the balcony ee singing one
of their songs, waving their flags to keep time.

Again the ball was put in play. Again Potter se-
cured it and Arlington struck it out of his hand.

Scudder lunged for the ball, but Crisp took it and
passed it to Potter. ;

Arlington blocked ‘Potter handsomely and secured
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basket, and so he was compelled to pass to Buckhart,
who had darted forward.

Brad took the ball, whirled completely round as if
on a pivot and snapped it back to Chester, who had
dodged Potter and changed his. position several yards.

Apparently Arlington meant to try a pass to Scud-
der, but he deceived Potter and Crisp and snapped the
ball to Buckhart, who was still nearer the basket.

Buckhart swung as if to try for a
movement to deceive, and, to the amazement of al-
most every one, he returned the ball to Arlington,
who immediately gave it a handsome throw for the
basket.

There was a pause—a roar!

Fardale had scored!

Arlington had made the first goal for the home team.
The plebes were well represented in the balcony, and
now they broke loose madly with their class cheer.

Dow looked searchingly at Merriwell.

“What do you think of him?” he asked.

“Tie is doing well thus far,” was the only answer
Dick vouchsafed.

goal.

But the fact that the home team had scored seemed
to make Eaton swifter and more determined than
ever. When the ball was again put in play the vis-
itors went after it so hotly that the Fardale players
seemed outclassed. Dow actually groaned when he
saw the ball rushed down to a dangerous point near
Fardale’s basket. And then, as Crisp made a try for
a goal Scudder’ flung his arms about him and held
him. Fh nad nthe :
“Foul!” came the immediate decision, which gave
Eaton another point. 3
The referee took the ball and again advanced to the
middle of the floor, while the players crouched i in their
various positions.
There was a hush.
The score was now: 7.to 3 in favor of Raton!

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The hush was broken as some Eaton chaps in the
balcony began to sing about snowing poor F ardale un-
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was resumed, 7 i id
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claimed Dow. “I know it would make a difference!
The fellows have confidence in you.”

Dick said nothing. His blood was boiling now, and
he longed to be in the game. The poor work of
Scudder satisfied him that, even though he lacked
practice, he could do better.

Fardale seemed to take a brace for a minute, and
the cadets in the balcony were brought up standing as

the ball was sent close to Eaton’s goal and Arlington
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again got it for a throw at the basket.

The ball struck the edge of the basketeand bounded
off. :
In a twinkling’an Eaton player had hurled
from that end of the rink.

Then it was seen that Fardale’s defense was weak,
for in a very few seconds the battle was transferred
to Fardale’s end, and two casts were made at the
basket, both of which, fortunately, were misses.

“Something must be done!” muttered Dow, getting

it away

hold of Dick. “Can’t you go in, old man? Won't
you go in?” , ,
“What?” said Dick. “Without practice?”
“Never mind. You know the game. You have

played it. You can steady the fel lows down, and they
“need it, goodness knows!”

Even as Dick was hesitating Leighton bade a stic-

cessful throw for the basket.
This gave Eaton a lead of seven points. —
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That was enough. Dow grabbed him and: hustled |
him back into the Sev per ‘

“Roberts,” he palpitated, “get out of your rig as
quick as you*can and let Merriwell get into it.

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him.

Roberts did not hesitate about obeying. He was
_ glad enough to give up his suit to Dick, ma ee
Out from the dressing-room slipped a fellow who a
hastened to carry the news to the cadets in the bal-

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The report spread like wildfire, and it created a sen-

sation, for it was known that Dick had hurt his knee,
and scarcely any one had thought there was any ee: Fo St ial

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“Merriwell!” was the shout that went up. ‘“Merri-
well! Merriwell!”
In the meantime, having consented to go into the
game, Dick lost not a second in stripping off his uni-
form and getting into the suit of Roberts. _

And he was not a moment too soon, for just as he
had completed his preparation there came a call for a
substitute, Scudder having been thrown and injured.

“Metriwell!” cried Dow. “Are you ready?”

“AM ready,” answered Dick.

“Then go ahead.”

The crowd seemed waiting for his appearance.
When he stepped out upon the floor the great mass of
cadets rose and cheered until it seemed that. the build-

_ ing shook. 3

It was a moment to thrill the blood, but Dick seemed
cool as an ice cake and. utterly unconscious of the up-
roar.

CHAPTER XI.
ONE CHANCE IN A THOUSAND.

The Course: of Dick Merriwell and the confi-
dence in him was fully demonstrated YY that great
burst of applause. .

_ “Now we'll see if that galoot Crisp will have every-
thing his own way!” muttered Brad Buckhart, in deep
satisfaction. .

1 Chester Arlinerori felt a thrill of jealousy, but he
quickly resolved to continue to do his level best, just

to demonstrate, if possible, Hat he was as good a
man as Merriwell.

a _ The referee tossed the ball into the air and the sone
: was on again.

If possible, the appearance of Merriwell seemed to.

eae the Eaton players on to still greater’ exertion,
and during the last few minutes of the first half there
“was some very lively work. Eaton rushed the ball,
‘and Fardale was. kept on the defensive.

a Although Merriwell had been placed in a position
that gave him a chance to do offensive work far better
than defensive, yet twice in those remaining minutes
of that half did he stop.and spoil what seemed like
favorable tries for goals.

‘play round him as he had with Scudder as an oppo-.
In fact, Dick began to show Coe Ae maul |

; ‘ibe annoyance of the latter, - 3 My

Dick forgot his lame knee. He went into othe ‘game

~one for Fardale, and the ha

His activity was something
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as if no lameness existed. Such a whirlwind game
greatly enthused the spectators, and the booming cheer
of the cadets was answered by the sharp bark of the
Eaton men.

Certain it is that the whole Fardale team braced up
and played better than it had, yet for all of that no
goal was made. The only point secured was when an
Eaton man clutched Arlington’s wrist as Chester was
making a shot-putting try for the basket. This counted |
lf, ended with the score 10
to 4 in favor of the visitors. :

Buckhart had been acting as captain of the team in
place of Foster, who was.ill; but as soon as he reached

the dressing-room he sought Dow and asked that Mer-

riwell be given the position. Dow was not averse to
this, and so Dick was called upon to assume command.
This he would have declined to do, but Buckhart urged
him so hard that he finally agreed.

Then Dick called the players around ae and talked
to them.

“It is team work that counts, boys,” he said. “If
we hope to win against those chaps to-night we must
play together, and no man must try to make a star of
himself. The first class player at this game is not the
man who makes the most goals, but the one who works
constantly for the suceess of his side, sacrificing his

own opportunities to make brilliant plays, if necessary, |

by trying to play safe and sure.all the time. If you
have a chance to try for the basket and the chance is.

difficult it is far better to pass the ball to some other

fellow on your own side who has a position that makes
it easier for him to drop it into the basket. By this
I do not mean that difficult shots should never be tried,
because they sometimes win games; but I do mean a
fellow never should try one when he sees that another
chap on his side is pretty sure to have an easier chance
and there is an opening to make a safe pass to that
fellow.” .

This they all knew was common sense. To it Dick
added some advice about every player sticking to his
man when the opposite side had the ball and doing
his best to get away from the man opposite him when
the ball was in the possession of his own side. |

Chester Arlington was rebellious inwardly. It |
seemed too much that Merriwell should come into the
game as he had and be given command of the team. —
Chester felt that he had- demonstrated ‘that he was
Poses: as competent to fill that position,

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the last moment. He warned them that their defense
had been weak, and told them how to remedy it.

During the intermission the cadets sang the school
songs. In one grand chorus they joined in “Fardale’s
Way.”

“Fight, you sinner, you’re a winner

If you ‘stick and stay;
Never give in while you’re living—
That is Fardale’s way.”
/

There seemed to be inspiration in the words and the
tune. / ,

At the beginning of the second half the Fardale
team went onto the floor rested and all ready for the
final tug of war. |

But Eaton was confident. Fardale had been found
weak in defense, and the captain of the visiting team
had instructed his men in the proper method to be pur-
sued in hustling the game through to a triumphant fin-
ish.

But Eaton had not counted on the Fardale spirit,
which had been thoroughly awakened with young Mer-
riwell’s appearance on the team

The teams lined up.
cony a fellow cried:

“Now show Fardale up, Leighton!
them!” .

Up rose Obediah Tubbs in 1e front row on the Far-
dale side:

“Bet you fifty thousan’ dollars he can’t do, it!”
squeaked the fat boy, in his. shrill, high-pitched voice.
“Dern my picter! I'll bet a hundred thousan’ we win
the game!”

“Why don’t you ‘make a bet w orth taking?’ deri-
sively shouted back an Eatonite. “A hundred thou-
sand is a mere bagatelle.” .

“T didn’t see you over there,” retorted Obediah.
“But now I’ve sized up your limit an’ I’ll bet you ten
cents. That'll be about your limit, I guess.” /

Then the referee tossed the ball into the air and the
game was on again.

Dick struck the ball with his hand ‘and skillfully
batted it right into the grasp of Arlington, much to
the disgust of Crisp, who had leaped into the air and
struck at it.

There was some lively passing,

Put it all over

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and in less than
twenty seconds the ball went out ‘of bounds.

Crisp was after it. “He reached for it with both
hands.

- But Dick was there also, being directly behind thé
Eaton player. As Crisp stooped and grasped the ball
Dick reached between the fellow’s legs and seized it,
at the same time putting his shoulder against Crisp’ S

thigh and giving a push. \

Crisp was thrown forward on his hands and knees,

while Dick whirled with the ball and Paes it ae
to eee

On the Eaton side of the bal-

Eaton’s right forward rose from the floor with his_
face red with anger. Merriwell’s play had been clever |
and perfectly legitimate, but Crisp felt that it had
made him ludicrous, and he was angry. |

When a player loses his temper in the game of
basketball he is giving the enemy an advantage. In
the game nothing is needed more than perfect control
of one’s temper. A fellow’s head must be clear and
his judgment good in order for him to do his best,
and one who is angry never has a clear head.

From that time to the end of the game Merriwell
was more than a match for Crisp in every move. He
got away from the fellow and Berry was forced time

after time to get in some lively work to take care of

Dick, the attention of Crisp wane taken up by Stocker.

Here and there over the floor oi the rink the tide
of battle rolled. Eaton still seemed more than a match
for Fardale, but Dick kept talking to his men, and the
defense of the home team was such an improvement on
that of the first half that many, apparent good oppor-
tunities for the visitors to score resulted in nothing.

At the same time it seemed Hnpopsible for Fardale
to score. Arlington found two or three opportuni-
ties to try for the bas! ket, but his efforts were balked
or he missed in the cast.

Time was passing, and nothing of moment had been
accomplished since Merriwell came into the game.

At last Fardale managed to rush the ball down the
Eaton’s end, where it went out of bounds.

Merriwell got it and brotight it in, finding Berry be~
fore him, ready to stop the pass.

Dick feinted to throw over Berry, but quick as
Bee he threw to one side ina sweeping side swing,
and the ball sailed over to Arlington, who had slipped
away from Furber at the right moment and was in a
position to try for the basket. :

This. clever piece of work proved successful, for
Chester took the ball cleanly and tossed it into the
basket before Furber could prevent.

Then the cadets broke loose again, cheering for Mer-_
riwell and Arlington; but, to the displeasure of Ches-
ter, it was Dick who seemed to receive the greater share —
of the applause. The watching lads had) recognized
the fact that it was Dick’s cleverness that had made it
possible for Arlington to secure the goal. Ah Ses
- Still Eaton had three points to the good, and she.
fought savagely to hold the advantage. Not only

that, but she seemed determined to add to the score, | cam

and in this she might have been successful but for —
the swift work of Dick, who escaped from the man

who tried to bother him and ‘spoiled a try for the
basket by a high jump into the air, barely touching

the ball enough to deflect it.
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‘No longer did Merriwell entertain a doubt regarding
_Arlington’s honesty; he was satisfied that Chester was
doing his level best. Even Buckhart was satisfied on
this point.
Three more points would make the game a tie if Far-
dale made them.
Another goal was
_ Twisting, turning, jumping, dodging, the players
went here and there. The Fardaie players were fol-

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lowing the directions received from Dick. With the
ball in their possession each man did his best to avoid
the man who tried to cover him; with the ball in the
possession of Eaton each Fardale player selected an
opponent and stuck to him like glue. This was the
sort of playing that told, and the anxious Eaton crowd
began to realize that the visitors had not made a point
in the final half.

Dick was covering Berry when the ball came bound-
ing along and stopped at his very feet.
it up and passed jt to Arlington, at the same time dodg-
ing away to get a position in front of the basket.

Arlington knew what to do, and he passed the ball
back. ¢

Dick caught it—dropped it. As he stooped to pick
‘it up, Potter seemed to’ rise from the very floor be-
fore him, one hand held high over his head to stop an
“overthrow, the other at his side to keep Dick from
making a side swing.

Dick knew time was precious. There might not
come another opportunity to throw for the basket. He
caught up the ball, and, quick as a flash, he snapped
it through between Potter’s legs in a daring upward
cast for the basket.
One chance in a thousand it seemed.

It was enough. The ball sailed upward and dropped
. gracefully and lightly into the basket.

The score had Deen tied by this remarkable play, and
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CHAPTER XI.

THE FLASH OF A KNIFE.

 

It was some time before the uproar ceased. Dick
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Chester | Arlington, almost green with envy.

fo  Meh Chester knew Dick had tried it only because he

- féared there might not come) another) oppor tunity be-
fore the half expired. .

_ The Eaton players seemed dazed by the success of

. Merriw ell’s surprising trick.

But the game was not yet over.

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The cadets were panting with excitement as they
followed the plays of the men on the floor.

It was a time of breathless suspense, a time of in-
tense nervous strain, a time of keen anxiety that made
the game a painful delight.

“Go it, Buckhart!’ was the cry.

“Stop him, Leighton?’

“Cover him, there, Berry!”

“There she goes!”

“No! no! Not yet!”

“Good boy, Furber!”

“Great work, Arlington!”

‘Rah! jrah! ’rah! Merriwell! . He’s the dandy!”
“Goal! goal!” screamed the cadets. “One more
ae tags
wins!

The ball came to Dick. He saw’ Arlington dodge
past Furber, and he passed to. Chester.

Arlington had the opportunity to win the game right
there. He lost not a second, but made a quick cast
for the basket as Furber leaped into i air.

Furber was too late.

The ball sailed over and struck on the edge of the
basket.

There it balanced, threatening to drop either way,
but apparently inclined to drop into it.

Then something bright came flashing through the
air from the balcony and struck the ball, knucking it
from the edge of the basket to the floor.

The bright object dropped to the floor with a clear
ringing sound,

It was a knife! .

Chester Arlington turned pale as he saw that knife,
for he knew whose hand had thrown it. ,

Dick Merriwell knew, also, and he looked up toward
the balcony.

Some of the cadets ‘had noted the point from which
the knife had come, and they quickly detected the
thrower.

There: was a great commotion.

“Miguel Bunol!” shouted a cadet.

The uproar grew.. There was a surging in the bal-
cony. The cadets tried to reach Bunol, for the Span-
ish youth was there, and in his rage at the success for

Arlington, whom he now hated with undying intensity.
he had hurled his knife at the ball, kripcking it from
the edge of the basket.

It was a foolish thing to do, and now, as he saw
those angry boys clambering toward him, the Span-
ish lad regretted his hasty and thoughtless action.

He sprang to his feet, looking round for a method
of escape. Those near him were angry, and hands
‘were outstretched to grasp him. He beat them off,
screaming out that he would kel any one who anrage

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Then, as one of them reached for him, Bunol sprang
over the balcony rail and. down he went to the floor
of the rink. He struck on his feet, but plunged for-
ward on his hands and knees.

Marvelous it was that he was not injured, and still
more surprising that he rose in a moment and darted
toward the door.

Chester Arlington believed this was the opportunity
to capture the fellow and turn him over to the law.
He made a bound to get in front of the young Span-
iard and grapple with him.

With a snarl like that of a mad dog, Bunol struck
Chester and sent him spinning to one side. Then he
sped past those at the door and out into the night.

A dozen fellows were after him in a twinkling.

Outside there was a bright light before the building,
and this plainly showed the fugitive as he fled along
the street leading toward that part of the v rillage known

‘as The Harbor.

Out of the rink pourect the cadets, following those
in advance, seething ‘with the excitement of the chase,
for there is nothing that so arouses a human being as
a man hunt.

Bunol heard them coming. He looked back
saw them. To him it seemed that at least a hundred
persons were in pursuit. Once they had been his com-
panions at school; now they were his enemies, deter-
mined to run him'down and hand him over to the law.

“Fool I am!’ he panted, as he ran on. “Fool I
was to go there to-night! But I wanted to see! And
greater, fool I was to throw that knife! But I could
not bear to have him make good the goai and so win
the game.”

He was unarmed now. His knife, which he had

searched for and found where it had fallen from his
hand on the shore, lay on the floor of the rink.
_ Bunol was a fairly good runner, but he realized that
some of the pursuers were gaining on him. He panted
He knew that part of the
town called The Harbor,’ and he thought he might find
refuge there.

But they. were coming closer gai closer as he
reached the top of the hill and started down toward
The Harbor. Before him a few dim: lights seemed
to swim. Beyond the nearer lights were two red lights
which were on vessels.:

“Youxnever catch me!” he grated.

But they were at his very heels.
hounds in full cry. Mt

At the foot of the hill he turned and daited toward
one of the old wharves. -He thought he might find
some place of concealment there.

Out upon the wharf he ran. He did not see an
opening where some of the rotten planking had given
way. . Through that hole he plunged, and the nearest
pursuers: stopped barely in time to keep from follow-

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mighty nasty scrape, and if Dick Merriwell had failed |

water. They crept to the edge of the hole and called
to him.
There was no answer.

Those who searched for Bunol’s body that night and
the following day failed to find it. It was generally
believed that he had been drowned, but the failure to
recover his body left this point in doubt.

The game of basketball ended a draw, with the score
10 to 10, although the cadets were confident the ball
would have fallen into the basket and given Fardale
the game but for Bunol’s knife. .

However, the regularly scheduled game between
Fardale and Eaton' was yet to come, and that would
decide the supremacy.

DICK MERRIWELL’S DEXTERITY;

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Fat Boy in a Tight Place—Pie Again Gets
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FarpAaLe SpecraL, January 8.—Pie is a blessing.
But pie may bring evils also. Obediah Tubbs has
come to that éonehasion:
an end to his bright young sketch of life. “Dern my
pitcher,” says Obed. “‘Pie’ll sure finish me yet. Pies
has got a grudge agin’ me, and by Jinks they oughter
have, fer I’ve been the finish of more’n a million fine
young pies in my day. I’ve got the pie habit bad, and
I can Pt shake if. Meybe they’ ll shake me.
this time fer fair.” -

Den’t make any mistake!

to put in an appearance just at the right time it would
have -gone hard with the fat boy. By the way, that
boy Dick Merriwell is proving his metal every day.

There is nothing he will not dare to do, but the beauty

of it is that he never loses his nerve while he’s doing

it. American boys gan not’ possibly have a nee 1)

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PRIZE LETTER NO. 44.

I will write what I think ofa Tip Top character. This char-
acter is Hal Darrel, mry favorite of all. Tip Top characters, and
about the most open,’ manly youth I have ever read of. He is
true blue, and the best friend Dick Merriwell will ever have. He
is brave, and will fight openly, not in the dark, not the cheap fel-
low Dick Merriwell first thought him to be. Hal and Dick, side
by side, will be about as fine a pair of football players as ‘there
could be; and, in baseball, Fardale need not be afraid, for, with
two such wonderful lads as Hal and Dick, there will be no charice
to lose. Such a boy as Hal is sure to be successful. Hal is the
model boy for me. Three cheers for Hal! And, also, Burt L.
Standish, who has proven himself to be about the best writer of
the day. LresLeY THOMAS.

Plant City.

Another letter for the prize contest, with Dick and Hal Darrel
as the main topics. A good subject, and well treated. Please
send your street address.

PRIZE LETTER NO. 45.

I have decided to enter a few words of praise for the Tip Top
Weekly, and at the same time endeavor to win one of the twelve
fountain pens offered by you. Frank and Dick Merriwell are my
ideals of American youths. It is to be regretted that every youth
cannot be like either of them, or, at least, try to be like them.
They have the same passions as any other youth, good or bad.
But they are more fortunate in having a strong will power to
curb these passions when they are evil. But this will power
would be aly the more dangerous if it were not combined with a
gop dispos{tion and common sense. Will power may be culti-
vated, but it takes an enormous amount of perseverance. A per-
son may be determined to do or not to do a certain thing, but,
when the time arrives, he acts as he did previous to the resolu-
tion. Some people get weary and disheartened, and cease to
struggle, but others rise again and again, but not without higher
assistance than can be given by beings of this world, and at “last
they must conquer. It is evident that it is very hard for a person
to rise unless he has one or more virtues. Frank and Dick have
very many more than the average youth. These are hardly coun-
terbalanced by a failing which would become extremely danger-
ous were it not for their strong will power and presence of mind,
which almost renders it void. “This tailing is a great temper, and
is more pronounced in Dick than in Frank. It got away with
Dick several times, but he always checked it in time. But, after
all, a person should have a little bit of temper. A person who is
incapable of becoming angry is not generally manly. This tem-
per should not be aroused except under very great provocation,
and then presence of mind and will power should prevent it from
going out of bounds. In my. opinion, Frank and Dick are too
susceptible to the charms of pretty girls. They only associate
wie good girls, but J think they should not encourage a girl to

nore than true friendship—though, possibly, they do so wunin-
seacnctle. It seems to be always a case of mutual attraction and
admiration, but I think. that, beyond being polite and respectful
to her as a friend, they should not, by general demeanor and su-
perfluous attention, go any further. However, considering every-
thing, Frank and Dick are my ideals of what-a youth should be,
and ‘lip ‘Cop an ideal publication. If every youth, and maiden,
tceo, would endeavor to act as Frank and Dick Merriwell, when
this generation grows up, the world would be a thousand times
better than it is now. The above is respectfully submitted by a
boy seventeen years old, who hopes that you will pardon his lib-
erty, and remains, yours; Apert H. J. STREcKER.

Pitt sburg, Pa. k

A. splendid effort toward winning a prize. You show great
ability in the reading of character, and seem well able to express
just what you mean in a clear, concise manner,

I have read the Tip ‘Top since it has been published, in the
and
have yet to find a better paper. I had sometimes doubted the
foundation of some of Burt L.’s stories, and one was Frank’s
hurdling of the Harvard fullback in the football series of two

I saw this done last seems by poe the re

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igan tackle, who, after hurdling Iowa’s line, found the fullback
waiting for him. He did not even crouch (the full-back) ; Mad-
dock jumped right over him, and if he had not stumbled after-
ward he would have made a touchdown. As it was, we beat Iowa,
107 too. We have the greatest football team in America—350 to
oO last year, and 558 to 6 this year, and two games to play—a
point for every minute of play. We could wipe the earth with
Yale or Harvard. When Dick enters college, Michigan is the
one for him. One thing, though I shall never doubt Burt L.
again. Your everlasting friend, J.G L.

Ann Arbor, Mich.

You have the right spirit, and are a thoroughbred, and I am
glad to hear of your great work.on the gridiron. It is too bad
the Western college feams do not get in closer contact with the
Eastern, for | am sure some spirited and fine games would be the
result.

I have formed a Tip Top club, and intend to begin from nurn-
ber one and buy all of the books we have not read. We could
buy them here, but, seeing we warit to buy so many, we would
rather send for them to you, because there are only three of us,
and only two of us work. Now, we want to/ know how much
you will sell them to. us for. We cannot buy many at a. time.
Please send us your prices as low as you can. We e are all inter-
ested in the Merriwélls, and would not like to give up reading
them. Yours truly, Lro PAYEA.

Fitchburg, Mass.

The back numbers of Tip Top may be procured by sending to
Street & Smith. The cost 1s five cents per copy.

I am a Cqantnnt reader of all your weeklies, and they are the
best ever. admire Frank and Bart greatly. When Professor
Scotch lost se money, he became an actor; he wroté a play called
“True Blue.” He entered college, where he was the champion
of all the sports. Frank graduates from college, and finds his
brother Dick, who enters Fardale, where there are many excit-
ing times.

After the season Frank and Dick go out West to Mad River
region, and play with their team representing Tip Top. After a
hard fight. against dishonesty, they win the pennant. Good luck
-to Burt L., Street & Smith, and all. 3ARNETT SHAPIRO.

Bayonne, Ny J.

Yes, Frank and Dick make a great team Wf strong, manly, high-
pr incipled young Americans. Is it any surprise, then, that they
should win out against dishanesty in the Rig es River League ?
Let us hear from you again,

.

Well, here is Dick back on the gridiron, again, fighting for the
glory of fair Fardale. Are we going to land on top this season
as last? Why, certainly. Why shouldn’t we, with our dear old
boy to back us up. Mr. Standish, you have no idea how | your
stories thrill your. readers.
what the boys say. Mr. Standish certainly has his hands full in
gathering material for our stories and his motes on football, base-
ball, etc., are highly regarded and appreciated. Long live B. L. S.
and Street & Smith Publishing Company. eT tee ae ea

‘Jacksonville, Hila. /

True enough. Once a reader, always a reader. The Tip Top

spirit circles the globe and brings us thousands of just such
letters as this one—the highest praise for the best boys’ weekly

ever published,

/

Having been a constant reader of the Tip Top ever since the

‘first number was issued, I thought I. would write you and give
‘you my honest opinion ‘of its excellence. It is the best weekly
novel played before the public. Jt’ is a paper which no mother
needs fear to let her’ children read.
he hi ehiy recommended by its many readers. It does not teach
apebods any evil ways, such as the “James boys,” the “Bradys,”
-etc, lick, Merriwell is a great boy, and a wonder at his age. As
for June Ar} ington, I vale like to, see her save her brother from
his peril, as it would, be ‘a shame to see the son of D. Roscoe Ar-
ington meet the same fate as did the rest of Dick’s enemies.

Dick can have no. worse enemy than Bradford, of the Black Bar |

erry

td League, for he had the power over all his men, but he met. his
ae world: like to see Chester reform, as he is a acters.

ein never pales By

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Once. a reader, always a teader is

It is a paper which ought to-

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papers all my. life.

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bad character. As for Mr. Standish, I think he is a-man of great
repute, and an excellent writer; bis work is pure and perfect. I
would like ever so much to write a longer letter,: but, as Uo am
past the limit now, I will have to close. God bless Dick, and good
luck to Mr. Burt L. Standish. Your sincere friend,

Butler, Pa: CHRIST. MILuer.

Your opinion is but one of many, but it is the same one they all
hold—that Tip Top is the weekly * ‘par excellence.”

Having just finished the last number of your weekly, will say
that I am just tickled to tears with June Arlington. ze" think if
Dick does not win a home with her that he had better go ’way
back.. Am very much interested in Earl Gardner, and think tha
he will make a great half-back. I have read the Tip Top aes
“kiver to kiver,” as the old negro says about reading the Bible,
and I think it.is the best weekly ever published. J congratulate
Mr. Standish on his clever writing. He certainly is “right there
with the goods,” as we Texans say. I think Chester Arlington
ought to be run out of Fardale, and never be able to come back
again. Well, | am taking up too much space in your oe “
will close. Ben Stoon

Paris, Texas.

Another letter from ‘“Brad’s” great State, and. the enthusiasm
of you Texans is the kind that keeps things moving. et us hear
Four VIEWS again. '

Being a steady reader of Tip Top, I wish to say that I think it
is the best paper I ever saw. I like all your stories, but the base-
ball stories best of all.
Merriwell, and I am the pitcher. I would like to see Dick pitch-
ing the jump ball. I.am sixteen years old and w eigh 136 pounds.
Do you think that is a good weight? Wishing Tip Top and all
its friends a long and Hebe life, I remain, very truly yours,

Fredericton, N. W.. H. Marsn.

Glad to hear from one of our baseball enthusiasts. We all

agree that Dick is a wonder on the diamond. You should be_

a well-proportioned boy, judging from your age and weight, bat,
of course, [ do not know your height.

I am a constant reader of the Tip Top Weekly and think it
the best weekly ever published.¢ I’ tell you that Dick is a dandy

when he is on the gridiron, The way, he tackled the fellow in
No. 343 is huge, | hope Dick marries June when he gets to be a
man. ‘Lhe aim of my ambition is to be like Dick. I like Hal,
Brad and Obediah. Hoping to see this in print at an early date
and wishing Burt L. Standish success, I temain, your friend,
Frank A, Fickes,

Steubenville, O.

You evidently believe in expressing your opinion in a few, gar
chosen words. Well, they were just the right ones and serve to
show us your idea of Dick Merriwell.

ee

I-have been reading Tip Top for some time and I helieve I |

have read them as. far back as No. 18 when Frank was the
favorite, and I have never read stories that could beat these. I
am stuck on Dick and the girls. I also think your villains are
fine.’ Dick bears malice to nobody and. his head docsn’t get
swelled.
after I read your books.
but I. play fair anyhow.
Yours with respect,

I can’t do what Dick does in a game,
A. L, Batuey.
Minneapolis, Minn.
Glad to hear that Tip Top is one of your looked- for friends
and that the football stories inspire you with the ‘ “do. Or) die”
spirit on ‘the gridiron. Keep it up.

bY have odd all of the aide and Dick Metriwell books tilbies |
No.-t up with only a few ‘exceptions. Dick and Brad are my.
favorites. 1 think Dick will get Doris, she is the girl for —
Hurrah! for Dick and Brad, and long may they live! Ti

is undoubtedly. the best’ weekly for boys to read ever pub iehak!

A TRUE Tie Tonrm. i
and its! or:

Success to you.
. Harrison, O. T.
Many thanks for your timely pie of: cae Top

We have a elub here named after Dick —

I think it gives me nerve to play better football ed

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@e2 Che FOLLOWING ARE THE SCORES FOR THE WEEHR:

Columbia (South Boston), 55; Crescent (Malden, Mass.), a

Oe eta Me, team.) Crescent---Dexter, re; Ambr Ose,
rt; Barry, r McHenry, c; Devlin, 1 g; Morey, | t; Anderson,
le: Dufty, Cu len, rh b; Ahern, | ‘h b; Hogg (capt.), f b.
Manager-—Jolin H. Levins.

Columbia (South Oe 40; St. Mary’s (Mclrose, Mass.), 0.
Columbia—(Regular team.) St. Mary’ s—Clifford (capt.),.r ¢;
Hennessy, r t; Leland, r g; Porter, c; Walker, 1 ¢; Cronin, 1 t;
Powers, | e; Collins, q; Brown, r h b; Doyle, Lh b; Dooley, fb.
Manager—John ° Levins.
Young Sports (Ithaca, N. Y.), 10; Inlets (Ithaca, N. Y.),; 0.
Young Sports—Burr Dunham, r e; Ben Burns, r t; C, Cham-

yagne, rg; J. Manseli, c; B. Mansell, 1
Whitty, 1 e: J. Crowley, q; J. Ismun, rh
G. Babcock, fb. Inlets—(Regular team.)
Young Sports: (Ithaca, N.' Y.), 17; Inlets (Ithaca, N: Y.), 0.
Young Sports—-(Regular team.) Inlets—E. Philli ips, Fe see
Phillips, r t; J. Grover, r g; C. Bogue, c; ©. Williams, 1 g; C.
ohnson, 1 t; P. Bloom (capt.) Meal Gis if Miller, a; M. Thompson, r
bo; Klinks, bh bs J. Kennelley, fb. Manager—Ben Burns.
Young Sports (Ithaca, N. Y.), 16; Campus ‘Tigers. (Ithaca), 0
Young Sports-—-( Regular team. ) Campus Tigers-~-C. Nobedon:
{i re; M. Sullivan, rt; Frank Kirk, : i C. Williams, c: 7:
furphy, | g; B. Lund, 1't; J. Dauncy, L. Sullivan, q; C.

Scott, rh b; B. Scoot, Lh b; M. mee fb. Manager—Ben
Burns.

Young Sports (Ithaca, N. Y.), 16; Grimagers (Ithaca, N. Y.), 5.
Young Sports—(Regular tesm.) Grimagers—G. Grimager

(capt.), re; C. Sheridan, r t; C. Barren, rg; C. McHale, c; C.
- Cantlin, 1g; J. Cantlin, 1 t; M. Conway, |e; Ed Burns, q; J.
(i Conway, rhb; G. Ayres, lh b;, B. Michaelson, f b.

Manager- _
Ben Burns. +

Young Sports (Ithaca, N. Y.), 39; First Ward Tigers Cea: 5.
Young Sports—-(Regular team.)
nigan (capt.), re; M. Griffin, r t; B. Messer, tg; G. Dixon, ¢;
C. Bearan, 1 g; T. Tompson, 1 t; M. Tompson, ! e; 0. Feyleston,
(ak. Osmun, rh b; J. Sherman, 1 h b; Dan Crowley, f b. Man-
ager—Ben Burns.
Madallion (Los Angeles, Cal.), 6; Palette Pe $
geles, Cal}, oO.
Medallion—B. Stephens, r e: A. LeBrand, rt; G. Finch, r ¢;
Morris Bradley, c; Ridder, 1 g; Brisino, Wilson, it; Walter Rob-
__ erts, Le; Reyes, ¢; Winnie Page (capt.). rh b; Wayne, Baers
—Thb; R. A. Page, fb. Manager—R. A. Page. ‘Palmetto H. S.—
Hohn, ’ re; King, r t; Sheck, Fortney, r g; Telmon, c; Otten, 1
Fi eae Cle nt Ks a. 1 ¢; Burns, q; Esper, r _ b; RE

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Madallion (Los Angeles, Cal.), 11; Verdugo (Verdugo, Cal.), ©.

Madallion— (Regular team.) Verdugo—Badimot, r e; Mc-

Gratt, r t; Dunn, r g; D. Burg, c; Slanson, | g; Davis, 1 t;

Hutchison, ie Dukes, q; Pearson, rh b; Kelly, Reitz, 1 h ;
Dugan, fb. Manager—R. A. Page.

Madallion (Los Angeles, Cal.),. 42; Alameda St. (Los Angeles,
Gal.), 0.

Madallion—(Regular team.) Alameda St.—Lewis, r e; Hays,

Philips, r t; Lunas, r g; Martin, c; Jahns, 1 g; Dillion, 1 t; G.
Wilsons 1 e; Dutch, q; Sunmer, r h b; McCormick, 1 h b; Lit-
tle, fb. Manager—R. A. Page.

Madellion (Los Angeles, Cal.), 17; Dawney (Dawney, Cal.), @.
Madallion—(Regulat te am.) Dawney—Mercer, r ce; Melrose,
t; Flin, Les, rg; Murphy, c; Trenlith, ] g; Woods, 1 t; Thurs-

tin, 1 e; McDonald, q; Hays, Sylve, rh b; Bowman, 1 h b; Roach,

Mattin, £ b. Manager—R. A. Page.
Madallions (Los Angeles, Calz): 56; L. A. A. C. (Los Angeles,
Cal.),
Madallions-— (Regular See i Rim C.—Hicks, re; Hill,

rt; Syverson, r g; ——-——, ————,, | g; Bertz; 1 t; Scott,
be: McGlenn, q; DeForest, tr 4 b>. sbitts; 4 h- b; Lee, f b. Man-
ager—R. A. Page.

Oakwoods ( Cotninbiie O.), 0; Linwoods (Columbus, O.), 15.

Sonne eats team. ) Oakwoods—Lawrence, re; Ben-
ham, Pugh, r g; Brice, c; McElroy, 1'g; McDonald, ets
Purell, te Harmon, q; Metcalf, tr hb; Mitchell, 1 hb; Winters,
£0) Manager—Harold Holt.

Franklins (Columbus, O.), 0; Linwoods (Columbus, O.), 2

Linw oods—({Regular-team.) ‘ Franklins-—Morris, re; Rober ts,

: Fisher, r ¢; Wilds, c; Lincoln, | g; Bellows, It: Frank, 1 ¢€;

bricks qi: Shepard, rh b; Morrell, | h b; Hartley, f b. Man-
ager easy d Holt.

Buckeyes. (Columbus, 0.), 0; Linwoods ae O.)4'35:

Linwoods-—(Regular team.) Buckeyes—Hall, ; Kelly, r t;
Hayes, rT g; Sanders, C3 Eberle, 1g; Lefferson, It; Cooper, le;
DeWitt, q; King, rhb ; Smith, th b; Roling, f b. Manager—
Harold Holt...

Avondales (Columbus, O.), 0; Linwoods (Columbus, O. 5 17.

Linwoods—(Regular team. ) Avondales—Drake, r e; Potter,
rt; Mulloy, rg; Russell, «¢; Sawyer, 1 g; Gibson, 1 t; Williams,
1 e; Kees, q; Marshall, rt h b; Holland, lh b; Fink, fb. Man-
2ger--Harold Holt.

Washingtons (Portland, Me.), 20; Butlers (Portland, Me.), 5.

Washingtons—Woods, res O'Connor, Tut MoCarthy r £3
Shahtly, c; Barron, | g; Fraser, 1 t; Fox, |e; Farry, ; Loring,
rhb} McCann, lh b; Buckley, fb. Butlers—Mo att, tr ¢;
Welsh, rt; Powers, r g; Burke, c; pie ] gi Milliken, ,

   

 
   

  
 

 

 

    
  

 

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| C, Porch, q;'L. Smith, rh
-  -Castys—De Fraites, re; B. Murphy, r t; Jackson, rg; S. Marks,
ery Marks, 1 g¢; J. Hix, 1 t; H. Graham, 1 e; W. Hix,

Washingtons (Portland, Me.), 25; Deerings (Deering, Me.), 0.
Washingtons—(Regular team.) Deerings—Nellis, r e; Dugan,
rt; Sullivan, r g; Grallin, c; Waite, 1 g; Higgins, 1 t; Dennison,
1 ¢; Blockenger, q; Lucas, r h b; Farmer, | h b; Mack, f b.
Manager—J. Barron.
Washingtons (Portland, Me.), 37; Sheridans (Portland, Me.), o.
Washingtons—( Regular team.) Sheridans—Bishop, r ¢; Sim-
mons, r t; Butler, r g; Daly, c; Early, 1 g; Murphy, 1 t; Hogan,
1 e; Dougherty, q; Towle, r h b; Jones, 1 h b; Watets,) b.
Manager—J. Barron.
City Stock Yards (Denver, Colo.), 46; Bluebells (Denver,
Colo.), a.
City Stock Yards—F. Reade, r e; G. Mercer, rt; W. Williams,
r g; A. MeMaster, c; €. Tipton, | g; S. Smith, 1 t; J. Brandon,

le; G. Wells, qj F. O’Keefe, r hb; R. Littleton, 1 h b; W. Ly-

man, fb. Bluebells—Taylor, r e; Cutler, r t; Isaac, r g; Tober,
¢; Lawson, lg; Hoite, 1 t; Gill, 1 e; Small, q; Bowman, r h b;
Brown, | h b; Yeast, f b. ManagerW. Lyman.

City Stock Lards (Denver, Colo.), 2; Young Fearnots, o.

City Stock Yards—(Regular team.) Young TFearnots—John-
son, re; Bennett, rt; Buken, rg; Dacon, c; Washing, 1 g; Mur-
dock, 1 t; Graham, 1 ¢; Nelson, q; Currier, rh b; Young, 1h b;
Doirer, f b. Manager—W. Lyman.

City Stock Yards (Denver, Colo.), 17; Y. C. A. GC. 0.

City Stock Yards—(Regular team.) Y.C. A. C—Carson, re;
Packard, r t; Sullivan, r g; Dow, ¢; Allen, | g;'Schmit, 1 t;
Bright, 1 e; Hughes, q; Peterson, rh b; Stephens, 1'h b; Walsh,
fb. Mahaget—W. Lyman..

City Stock Yards (Denver, Neh 12; Boys’ A. C. (Denver,
3 olo.), ©.

City Stock Yards—(Regular team.) Boys’ A. C.—Platte, r ¢;
Curnen, tr t; Mayor, r g; Conley, c; Boyle, 1 g; Sidney, 1 t; Ter-
sey, | e; McMann, q; Redden, r h b; Sanns, 1 hb; Wheeler, f b.
Manager—W. Lyman. 3
City Stock Yards Wars i Colo.), 35; Bluebells (Denver,

Vo!to,), 0. fj
City Stock Yards—(Regular team.) Bluebells—Taplon, r e¢;
Cutler, r t; Isaac, r g; Tobér, c; Lawson, ] g; Hoite, 1 t; Gill,
le; Small, q; Bowman, r h b; Brown, 1h b; Yeast, f b.; Man-
ager—W. Lyman.
City Stock Yards Penis aie 16; Lafayettes (Denver,
iy \ JOO.) , 9. ay a
City Stock Yards—(Regular team.) Lafayettes—Newheart,
te; Jenson, rt; Taylor, tr g; R. George, cj Jay, 1 g; Touley, | t;
Sayer, 1 e; Dennis, q; Ketler, rh b; J. George, 1h b; Newhouse,
fb. Manager—W. Lyman.
Y. M. C. (Easthampton, Mass.), 12; St. Peters (Springfield,
eee sf Mass. ), 0.
Y. M.' CJ. Mingall, r ¢; A. Savonia, r t; T. Bentworth, r g;

|S. Hitchdock, ¢; F. Allen, 1g; C. Wintetbottom, 1 t; F. McCarty,

1e;-C. Camp, q; S. Haloran, rh b; W. Mountain, 1 h b; B. Gil-
lespie, f b. St. Peters—R’ Gray, re; J. Burt, r t; A. Burt, r g;
A. Chamberlain, c; F. Peters, | g} J. Doster, 1 t; M. White, I e;
Manager—G, Gillespie. a He Sere
Cliftons (Charlestown, Mass.), 18; Chestnut A, A., Jrs. (Med-
Mf ford, Mass), 0 > 4

Cliftons—J. Sheehan, r ¢; W. Lewis, rt; J. Brady, rg; J. Mc-
Namara, ¢; G. Roe, 1 g; W. Fineran, 1 t; W. Monagle, 1 ¢; R. F.
Neagle, q; C. Doherty, rh b; J. Hayes, 1 h b; T Lynds, f b.
. O'Hara, re; F. Jones, r t;
rg; J, Casey, c; W. Loftus, 1 g; H. Jolles; 1t; R. Moriatty, 1 ¢;

_ F. Thompson, q; H: Brennan, rh b; E. Morley, 1h b; W. Jones,’
| 4b. “Manager—R. F. Neagle, Jr. wa 4

Tigets (New Orleans, La.), 36; Caseys (New Orleans, La.), 9.

_Tigers—G. Schneidau, r ¢; A. Cologne, r t; P. White, r g;

S. Burbank, ¢; K. Hardy, 1 g; R. Duggan, 1 t;,H. Benedict, 1 ¢;.
; A. Hynson, lh b; J. Hardy, f b.

b; Réberts, 1 hyby T. Casey, fb. , Manager—T:
PANGS Se ee ak eer oc fii a ed, ek ve eA
‘Ha (Boston, Mass.), 35; Pickets (Boston, Mass.), 3.
: ; Flynn, r t; Campbell, rg;
wicket D O’Br.
.. Pickets--Dayitt, re; O’Brien, r t;
en, 1g; McDonough, bay

   
   

   

B. Hendrick, q; K. Boyle, rh b; G. Boyle, 1. hb; H. Hayes, f b.

W. Murray,

hy Gb /

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e; Bullman, q; Trainer, r hb;

‘Tomsey,

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1 t; Foster, 1 e; Quinn, q; Fowler, r h b; Filmore, 1h b; De 1¢; McGary, q; Keenan, rh b; Mahoney, 1 h b; Cross, fb. Man-

Galbraith, | h b; Max Hagerty,

   

ager—T. P. Connors.
Edgecombe A. C. (New York), 6; St. Francis (Richfield Park,
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Edgecombes—Difendoerfer, r e; Hasen, rt; Farnham, r g;
Kern, ¢; Murthens, | g; Weaver, 1 t; Tims, 1 e; Andrews, q;
Hosey, r h b; Norris, | h b; Daly, f b. St. Francis—Jones, r ¢;
Henry, rt; Cornwall, r g} Smith, c; McCarthy, 1 g; Stinson; It;
Heidrick, le; Murray, qj Boehm, r h b; Stearn, 1 h b; Higgins,
fb. Manager—-Thomas S. Andrews.

Elmwoods (Chicago, Ill.), 56; American Boys (Chicago, Ill); 0.

Elmwoods—+F. O'Connell, r ¢; B. Spillard, rt; J. Moran, r g;
T. Brown, c; E. Wilson, 1 g’; F. Eighme, 1 t; T. Crowe, 1 ¢; a.
kK. Fargo, q; S. Greenhut, rh b; J. Lamkin, 1h b; B. Wilson, £b. «© ¥
American Boys—T. Dashleigh, r e; E. Pingree, r t; G. Supple,
rg; W. Wilmatk, c; T. Tracy, 1g; F. Henigsberg, 1 t; E. James-
son, l.¢;.J. Lassarus,.q; M. Marian, tr h b; B. Spencer,'1 h b;
W. Carlton, f b. Manager—Earl Fargo. a
Hibbing High School (Hibbing, Minn.), 0; Virginia H. S. (Vir- he

ginia, Minn.), 103. i‘

Hibbing H. S.—Names of players unknown. Virginia H. $.—
S. Steinberg, re; Willie Scott, rt; Herbert King, r g;.E. Haw-
kinson, ¢; P. Dahl, 1 g; Willie Bonds, 1 t; John St. Cyr, 1 ej
Leslie Griggs, q; Leslie Reid, r h b; Oscar Schoenleber, 1 hb;
Edward Berg (capt.), fb. ManagerJohn St. Cyr.
High School (Cheboygan, Mich.), 0; Scrubs

Mich. ), 32.

High School—A. F.. Watson, Jr., re; Frank Tremaine, r t; =
Alva Harpster, rg; R. G. Shephard, c; Theo. Jewell, | g; Wm. i a
McClellatid; 1 t; Theo. Gardner, 1 e; Ben. Martin, q; Ken. Cooper, |
rh b; Chas. Mould, 1 h b; Tom. Connélly (capt.), £ b. Scrubs _
Cecil Evans, re; Wm, McDonald, r t; Frank Bowin, rg; Leon- =
ard Reid, c; Dan Evelett, 1 g; Chas. Tremaine, 1+; Angus Cam- ©
eron (capt.), 1 ¢; Wilfred Perrin G Wm. Sproat, rhb; Mowat  @

 
 
          
       
   
       
         
         
    
   
   
  
    
  
  
  
  
  
   
   
   
  
  
   
  
 
    
  
  

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School No. 14 (Scranton, os 52; School No. 23 (Peckville,
a) ys. 5: a
School No. 14—George Hughes, r e; pee France, r t; Roy i
Deihl, rg; Rob. Daniels, ¢; Joe Gibbs, !'g; Hoadley Hogan, bth eS
Ralph Williams, 1 e; Happy Hooligan, Newlin Roberts, q} John ae
Williams, rh b; Allen Beddoe, 1h b; Hiram Antrim, f b. School s
No. 23--Joe Mikel, r ¢;. Hall Beesucker, r t; John Nuttus, rg; =)
William Jordan, c; Patrick Jones, | g; John Harris, 1 t; Bill Dale,
1 ¢; Harry Rewan, q; Jehn Mitchell, r h-b; Chester Deboe, Ih b;
Walter Dougherty, f£ b. ;
Howards. (Brockton,

 

Mass,), 20;
- Mass.), 0. foes ,
_ Howards—John Brown, re; Henry Cletnents, r t; Lester

Ewen, r g; Fred Beal, c; Howard. McCleave, 1 g; Raymond =~
Crapo, 1 t; Samm Parker, 1 e; Leo Gormley, q; Frank Britt, rhb;. - —

Neversweats (Brockton,

Frank Ewen, 1h b; Harry Lucas, f b. ..NeversweatsBillie)

_ Jones, re; Joe Burke, r t; Alphonse Benio, r g; Fred
' George Murray, | g; Nilo Jamieson, 1 t; Willis Fencer, 1 e; Bi

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Golding, c; B. Street, 1 g; H. Patterson, 1 t; J. Pfarres, 1 ¢; D.

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-E. Miller, q;

- Manager—Haskins Powell. RE VS? BoB ua! z eRe soe Mae
 Snorers (Philadelphia), 32; Y. A. C. (Germaniown, Pada a)

-B. Bacon, ¢; A. Holmes, ! g; E. White, 1 t; H. Smith, 1 e3 G.
Bs ‘orbett, 1 g; M.

‘a; D. Cominskey, rhb; H. Duryea, 1h

Wass, 4 a ye

Washburn, q; G. Foley, rh b; Peck La. Fevor, 1 h b; Dan. ie Be sd
Churchill, f b. Manger—Frank S. Ewen. foe i mame!

    

Young Bloods (St. Louis), 35; P, A. Club (St. Louis), 6. apne
Young Bloods—H. Roberts, r ¢; F. Manning, t t; J. Fountain,
rg; F. Cominskey, c; J. Wadsworth, ] g; H. Jarvis,1t; D. Keen-
ly, le; J. Hunt, q; De, Tucker, r hb; A. Harrison, 1 hb; W.
Blakemore, f b.. P. A. Club—A. McNaughton, re; B. A. Jewett, —
rt; W./West, t g; A.;Holden, c; I’. Delatour; 1 g; J. A. Keene,
1 t; W. Egerton, 1 e; A. Powell, q; J. A, Francis, rhb; A. Gib- _
son, 1h b; Di Daniels, fb. Manager—Shaw. PAE Ve hae
Merediths (Bangor, Me.), 24; ‘Tip, Toppers anger, Me.) 3. ta 44
. Merediths—A. Holden, re; G. Smith, rt; J. Bruff, rg; A.

        
         
      
        
       
    
   

  

     
  
 
  

Close, g; A. Benner, r h b; H. Roberts, lh b; _G. Forbes, fb
Tip Toppers—F. West, r e; W. Winbele, rt; G. McNaughton

g} A. Boliver, c; J. Drew, 1 g; W. Manny, 1 t; K. Hart, le;
A.\ Birdsall, r h.b; B. Ford, 1h b; E. Street, f b.

  
 
 
 
 

     

 
 

   
 
  

 
 

      

  

      
 
 
  

norers—-A. Murdock, re; A. Towner, r t; E. Richardson,

 
  
  

Corkle, q; H. West, rhb; B. Gerard, 1h b; D. Gill, fb. Y
—A, Brown, r ¢ F. Robinson, r t; G. DeForest, r gi Mu’:

-Hotehkiss, | t; E. Dobson, 1 e;°C. ’
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_» Liberty Boys of 76 (New York City), 22; Swelled Heads (New

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Commonwealths (Boston, Mass.), 35; Franklins (Boston,
Mass.), 10.

Commonwealths—S. Field, r e;+J. Woods, r t; H. Rountree,

rg; A. McKinley, c; A. Hawthorn, | g; A. Duryea, 1 t; F. Coch-
ran, | e; B. Barnes, q; E. Lukenbach, r h b;.C. March, 1 h b;
G. Hogan, f b. Franklins—H. Potter, r ¢; F. Crampton, r t;
* H. Candee, r g; D. Montgomery, ¢; H. Connow, 1 g; A. Towle,
1t; O. Towle, 1 e; B. Sniffen, q; A. DeWitt, r hb; S. Hyde, 1h
b; D. Andrews, f b. Manager—G. A. Shaw.

High School (Santa Fe), 36; S. F. Reds, o.

High School—(Regular team.) S. F, Reds—F. Longwell, re;
H. Doyle, r t; C. Reed, tr g; B. Scudder, c; A. Courtesy, 1 g; J.
Marteniz, 1 t; L. Runter, 1 e; R. Sullivan, q; A. Gardtier, t hb;
M. White, 1 h b; S. Howell, fb. Manager—J. A. Wood.

High School (Santa Fe), 22; Lenerés, o.

High School—(Regular team.) Leneros-—-W. Salayar, r ¢;
L. Manétt, r t; R. Mondrogon, r g; R. Gordo, ¢; V. Vidal, 1 ¢;
A. Alarid, 1 t; P. Mirabal, 1 e; J. Griego, q; M. Anaya, t h b;

-R. Nicols, 1h b; E. Sena, fb. Manager—J. A. Wood.
High School (Santa Fe), 20; S. F. Reds, o.

High School—(Regtilar team.) 5, F. Reds—F. Loriewell, re;
H. Doyle, r t; C. Reed, r g3/B. Scudder, c; A. Courtesy, 1 g;
J. Marteniz, 1 t; L. Runner, 1 e; M. White; q; A. Gardner, rh b;
5S. Howell, 1h b; R. Sullivan, fb. Manager—J, A. Wood.

High School (Santa Fe), 31; S. F. Reds, 0.

High School—(Regular team.) S. F. Reds—F. Longwell, r e;
H. Doyle, r t; C. Reed, r g; B. Scudder, c; A. Courtesy, 1 g;
J. Marteniz, 1 t; L. Runner, 1 ¢; M. White, q; A. Gardner, r h b;
S. Howell, 1h b; R. Sullivan, fb. Manager—J. A. Wood.

Y¥. C. L, Jrs. (York, Pa.); 32; Keystone A. C. (York, Pa.), 0.

Y. C. I, Jrs—Logan, r e; Laféan, r t; Smith, r g; Barnett, c;
Bewers, 1g; Jaines, 1 ti McSherry, Love, 1 e; Rupp, q; Crist,
r h b; Shearer, 1 h b; Katz, fb. Keystone A. C.—Carner, r e;

. Hartzler, r t; Latanc. r ¢; ‘nglish, c; Kopp, 1 g; Dodson, 1 t;

- Heathcote, 1 e; Whitciey, ¢; Baer, rh b; Sisenheart, 1h b; Pome-

roy;'f b. Manager—D. I. Rupp. 5 :

Y¥. C. 1, Jrs. (York, Pa.), 29; Northern Lights (York, Pa.), 6...
Y. C. 1, Jrsi—(Regular team.) Northern Lights—Bixby, r e;

- Welsh, rt; Hale, r g;, McClean; c; Brown, 1 ¢; Dickle, 1 t; Got-

walt, 1 €; Miller, q; Wentz, r h 6b; Hirsh, 1 h bj; Frey, fb.

Manager—D. I. Rupp. | ae!

\. ¥. CG L, Jrst (York, Pa.), 0; Yeateschic (liancaster, Pa.), 12.
—¥. CL, Jrs—(Regular teant.)  Yeateschic—Donalson, r e;
_ Davidson, r t; Skinner, r g; Potter, c; Dodge, 1g; Harmon, | t;
1; Hare, r h b; Pidcoe, 1 h b} Boyd, £ b.
- Manager—Charles Miller.

Y. C. L, Jrs. (York, Pa.), 21; Yellow Jackets (York, Pa.), 0.

Y. C. L, Jrs—(Regular team.) Yellow see ne ‘
Plank, r t; Charles, r ¢; Reeser, ¢; Kline, 1 ¢; Gamber, 1 t; Hall,
le; Barnes, q; Parkhtirst, rh b; Grissenger, 1 h b; Krouse, f b.

-Managet—D. I. Rupp.
YY. CL, Jes. (York, Pa.), 42; Pine Streets (York, Pa.), 6.
Y¥. C. 1, Jrs—(Regular team.) Pine Streets—Townsend, r e;

Southwick, r t; Davison, r g; Ja¢obs, c; Evans, 1 g; Spots, 1 t;.
' Cramer, 1 e; Burns, q; Tobert, rh b; Hirshe, 1 hb; Wimer, f b..

Manaager—D. I. Rupp.

Bay PD. Cus
_ Liberty Boys (New York), 16; Picked Team (New York), 0

| Liberty Boys—(Regular team.) , Picked Team—Charley, r¢;
Henry, rt; - , tg} Chick, ¢; ——— 1g; ——=—, 1 't; Paul,
- de; Mugsey (capt.),.q; Sue, r h b; Kid Sullivan, 1h b; Jay, £ b.

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Pia eet ee WNCaER Os, :
_ _ Liberty Boys of ’76—(Regular team.) “Swelled Héads—Id, r.¢;
Bob, r t;, Fits, rg; Crud, c; Smith, 1 g; O’Keefe, | t; Eugene,
J ¢; Pat, q; nee Dick (capt.), rhb; Olseit, 1h b; Farm, fb.
_Manager--John W. Scotillo.

Oca ies admit 4" tg eye ta Sheridan H. S. (Sher-

Shei d? tron, Ind.
Shortridge H. S—Hafe, r e;
> Connor, 1 g3 Shank, 1 t;, Scott

pain, rhb; Pratt, Tobin, Ih

Gipe, rt; Dugan, r g; Grifith, ¢;
Ceapt.), 1 e; Dunning, q; Clark,
1; McKinney, f b. Sheridan

$.—Francis, re; Johnson, ¢ t; Buller, r g; R. Coffin, of aes
rhb;

ee 3 Snyder, 1 t; Van Winkle, 1 e; Burgess, 43 C. Coffin,
‘arner, mae | Samble, fb. Manager—John Trent.
, ortridge me Ctietian sy ae Louisville H. $. (Louis-
Syne iy AMES | Baie) Ge [Pe ih t
.—~ (Regular team.) Louisville H. S.+Sayles,
aye, rg; Arthur, c; M, Logan, | g; T. Beard,

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29

1t; Clerget, 1 ¢; Terry, q; Haynes, f h b; Cartwell (capt.), 1h b;
Hancock, f b. Manager—John Trent.
(Indianapolis, Ind.), 12; Hanover College

(Madison, Ind.), 0.

Shortridge H. S—(Regular team.) Hanover College—Shank-
lin, t e; Sipe, r t; Irwin, r g; Boyer, ¢; Middleton, 1 g; Greene
(capt.), | t; Masterton, 1 ¢; M. Wallace, q; H. Wallace, r h b;
Whallen, 1h b; Farber, £6. Manager—Claude Tuck.

Shortridge H. S. (Indianapolis, Ind.), 6; Franklin College
(Franklin, Ind.), 0.

Shortridge H. S.—(Regular team.) Franklin College—White
(capt.), f e; Tincher, r t; Pritchard, r g; Roach, ¢; Thompson,
1 g; Silver, 1 t; Bryan, |e; Waggener, q; Brannigan, r h b; Mil-
ler, 1h b; Jewett, fb. Manager—Claude Tuck.

Brownson (Philadelphia, Pa.), 23; Chesters (Chester, Pa.), 0.

Brownsons—(Regular team.) Chesters—Swift, Dunn, r e;
Horner, r t; J. Wilson (capt.), r g; Crowe, Mack, Johns, c;
Hogan, 1 g; E, Wilson, | t; Davis, Hopper, 1 ¢; Murphy, q; James,
r hb; Castro, 1 hb; Chadwick, Smith, fb. Manager—Wm. W.
Wright.

Brownsons (Philadelphia, tar 37; Emsleys (Philadelphia,
Easdy 0.

Brownsons—(Regular team.) Emsleys—W. O’Brien, rf e; B.
Devlin, r t; R. Lambert, r g; T. O’Brien, c; P. Devlin, 1 g; G.
Pickering, | t; L. Gorman, 1 €; J. Dent, q; T. Wright, rh b; H.
Flesher, | hb; B. Esterbrook, fb. Manager—Wm. W. Wright.
Brownson (Philadelphia, na 16; All Americans (Philadeiphia,

a.), 0:

Brownsons— (Regular team.) All Ameticans~Hepeworth, fe;
Smith, r t; Johnson, r g; Hartley, ¢; Dickson, 1 g; Dryer, | t;
J. O’Brien, 1 ¢; Lockin, q; Wrightley, r h b; Patterson, | h b;
H. O’Brien, fb. Manager—Wm. W. Wright.
Brownsons (Philadelphia, Pa.), 27; Brandywines (Philadelphia,

7a. ), O.

Brownsons—(Regular team.) Bratdywines—G. Winters, re;
B.' Buckley, r t;_C. Hartley, r'g; S. Nunn, ¢; D. Walker, 1 @; A.
Dashleigh, 1. t; F. Wilder, 1 e; D. Morgan, q; CG. Burns, t h b;
F. Layton (capt.), 1 h b; K. Dickson, f b. Manager—Wm. W.
Wright.

Brownsons (Philadelphia, Pa.), §; Lajoie A. C., Jrs. (Frankford,
ays O

Brownsons (Regular team.) Lajoie A. C. Jrs.—Hoffman,
r é; O'Neill, r t; Burke, r g; Conroy, ¢; Plank, | g¢; Seeburger,
Seeds, 1 t; Hallman, 1 e; Leever, q; White, Wall, rh b; Felix,
1h b; Ghesbro, fb. Manager~Wim. W. Wright.
Brownsons (Philadelphia, Pa.), 44; Belmonts, (Philadelphia,

a. 34/0:

Brownsons-—(Regular team,) Belmonts—Bradley, Strang, re;
Buckley, r t; Harvey, rg; Williams (capt.), c; Bigam, 1 ¢:; Mc-
Glinn, 1 t; Keninan, Hopper, 1 e; Hartzell, Dent, q; Watson, r h b:
ree Hornéday, | h b; Lockin, f b.
NV right. ,

Brownsons (Philadelphia, Pa.), 31; Wagner A. A. (Philadelphia,

Pas,

Brownsons—(Regular team.) Wagner A. AT. Flounders,

re; M. Peters, rt; W. Pickering, rg}; H. Wilkinson, c; E. Miller,

Ig; H. Waddell, 1 t; G. Campbell, 1 ¢; Hickman, q; W. Hornbe,
rh b; W. Dale,

Wright.

Olives (Lynn, Mass.), 37; Standards (Lynn, Mass.), o.

_ Olives—Downs, ré;

Noyes, 1 h b; Obrase, fb. Standards—Atwater, r 6; Wetmore,
rt; Barry, r g3 Caswell, c; O’Leary, 1 g; Murray, | t; Skisiter,
1 e; Morrison, q; Roper, r h b; Soarkes, 1 h 6; Owens, £ b.
Manager+-Noyes.

Olives (Lynn, Mass.), 35; Chathams (Lynn, Mass.), ©.

Olives~(Regular team.) Chathams—Prue, r e; Watson, r tj

Hunt, r g;_ Burkes, c; Salmon, 1 g; Sprague, 1 t; Le Brun, I e;
Noyes.
Olives.

(hon, Mass.), 48; Cedars (iyabhures Mass. ‘ 5.
Olives—( isby.

egular team.) Cédars—Pocks, re; Crosby, r t

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Harrington, r g; Bath, c; Parrot, 1 ¢; Brown, 1 t; Fértin, | 6;

Manager~

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dbines (Baltimore, Md.), 28; H. A. C. (Baltimore, Ae a eo .

stranger, r t; La gelnettig & ae E |

a 7 2 , a

Smith, q; Roberts, rh b; Jacobs, 1h b} Stickner, f 6.
Noyes. y ners
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Mahager+Win. W..

Fling, t t; Murphy, r g; Parkes, ¢; Mixés,
1 g; Chaffee, 1 t; Marvells, 1 €; Stanton, q; Donahéon, th b;.

Smith, q; Conroy, r h b; Johnson, | hb; James, fb, Manager— -

1h b; H. Wagner, £ b. Manager—Wim. W.

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Ward, rt h b; Solloway, 1 h b; Lauber, f b. H. A. C—Marshall,
ries peekers ott’ Schmic dt, Lepps, r g; Vertenberg, Hahn, c;
Schaefer, 1 g; Mills, 1 t; Weber (capt.), 1 e; Weaver, q; Dowd,
Doyle, rhb; Harrison, lhb; Ryan, t b. Manager—W. Solloway.
Woodbines (Be iltimore, Md.), 34; Columbias (Baltimore, Md.), 0.

Woodbines~( Regula teain.) Columbias——Martin, re; Myers,
r t; Shueler, . Rennert, C3 Kelly, 1 g; Baker, 1 t; Koslosky, 1 e;
Wolfe, a; D. Eienuny. h b; Dudley, 1h b; J. Sweeney, f b.
Manager—W. Solloway. :

C. St. A. C. (Chicopee, Mass.),, 15; West Ends (Chicopee,
Mass.), 0.

C. St. A. C—(Regular team.) West Ends—Leary, re; Jack-
son, rt; Bonner, r ¢; Morrissey, c; Shea, 1 g; Corcoran, lt; Jelo,
le; Swarts, q; Kennedy, r h b; Morrill, lh bs Palmer, £ ich.
Manager—C. Levering.

C. St. A. C. (Chicopee, Mass.), 28; Rockets (Ludlow, Mass.), o.
= St. A. C.-—(Regular te: am.) Rockets—Bell, ¢ e; Hopkins,
; Susie, rg; McGlynn, c; Sullivan, 1 g; Connell, 1 t; Dorney,
1 = ; Furkey, q; Mack, r h b; Riley, 1 h b; Bird, f b. Manager—
Levering.
Little Orchards (Indianapolis, Ind.), 253 Tigers (Indianapolis,
Ind.), 5

Little Orchards---C lune, re Bohlen, Vandlandingham, f t3
Dunean, r g; Cullen, c; Turner, | g; Nolan, 1 t; Gable, le - Lawp-
sell, q; Allerdice, r hb; Ten Eyck, | h 'b; Rhiem, Dean, Pbi
Tigers—Brest rer. re; Patton, rt; Smith, r g; Joseph, re Pyle, lg;
Hays, 1 t; Stokes, 1 e; Arnold, q; Perkins, r h b; Conduit, hb
McCauley, f b. Manager—R. Notin.

Little Orchards (Indianapolis, Ind.), 35; Junior Leagues (Indian-
apolis, Ind.), ‘0,

Little Orchards—( Regular team.) ‘Junior Leagues—Tatty, r e;
White, rt; McArthur, r g; Smith, c; Batchelor, | g; Bosler, | t;

Chesnutt, 1 e; Waddel. q; Pyle, rh b; Hamilton, Lh b; Lourie,
fb. Man ger—R. Nolan:

Little Orchards (Indianapolis, Ind.), 35; Kenwoods (Kenwood,
\ Ind.), 0.

Little Orchatds—(Regular team.) Kenwoods—Courtlot, re},

Cooke, rt; Hinkle, rg; Neil, c; Elder, | gy Drane, 1t; Ayres, 1 e;

McEhwaine, 4; Bradley, r h b; Potts, 1h b : Lendley, fb. Man-

ager—R. Noian.

Little Orchards eae i ), 20; Colonials (Indianapolis,
nd.), 0.

Little Orchards—(Regular team.) Colonials—Derrick, r e;
D. Morrison, rt; Walker, r g; Ralston, ¢; McCoughlin, 1 g;
, Hubbins, i t; Comstock, 1 e; Lowry, g; Lewis, r h b; Leathers,
Jhb; F. Morrison, fb. Manager-—-R. Nolan.

Little Orchards (Indianapolis, Ind.), 10; Indiana Academy (In-
dianapolis, Ind.), 5.

Little Orchards—(Regular team.) ‘Indiana Academy—Kane,
tc; Elgin» rt; Banks, r g; Schmidt, ¢; Smith, 1 g; Steele, 1 t;
Cullen, 1 e; Seifert, q; Colon, rhb; Newman, Lhb; Ketchum, fb.
Manager—R. Nolan.

Little Orchards Cipcrenspels, Ind.), 33; Buckeyes (Indianapolis,
n 0.

Little Orchaide-C Remains team.) PD delccben soibiactiecnrad:
ne; oats r 4; Coburn, r g; Craig, c; Lee, 1 g; Foster, 1 t; Syd-
ney. ‘Stein, q; Block, r h b; Stokes, 1 h.b; Patton, f~bi
Wea Nolan.

Bromptons (Chicago, Ill.), 25; Calvarys (Evanston, IIl.), oO.

Bromptons~- (Regular team.) Calvarys—M. Owl, re; E. Wil-
liamis, rt; ©. eS rg; W. Hastette, c; F. Buren, 1g; Jim
O’Lee (capt.), - T. Anderson, 1 e; N. Rogers, oti. Frank,
rhb; J. Willie, 4 ~ Beer Ww tas fb. Manager—Chas. Miller.

Bromptons (Chicago, Ill.). 15; Evanstons (Evanston, Ill.), 0.

Bromptons- —(Regular team. 3 Evanstons—-J. Howard, r e;
M. Johnson, r t; C. Thorp, rg; J. Throop, ¢; R. Walden, 1 g;

S: Colfax, 1 t; B. Stone, le; E. Escatiaba, q; F, Manistee, r h b;

T. Keirter, 1h b; D. Ada, fb. Manager—Charles Miller.
Bromptons (Chicago, Tll.), 24; Ashlands (Chicago, Ill.), 0
Bromptons— (Regular team.) Ashlands—C. . Yale, rie;
Green, r t; P. Yates, rg; C. Palmer, c; M. aes 1g; S. Sanga-
mon, 1 t; A. Morgan, 1 e; P. Carpenter, R. Loomis, r h b;
J. Bishop, 1 hb; O. Curtis, f b. A Cd arsepeccodt Batis Miller.
_ Bromptons (Chicago, Ill.), 12; Wellipgtons (Chicago, Ill.),
i ot eae team.) Welli atone) Lowe, r é;
ot pista r iG ee t e4C Shields, c; A. Inkerman, | g; B.
t: It; Talman, 1 e;°Z: Whippi, q; J. Cottez, rhb; A.
Moni 1 h b Be Nee f b. " Manager-—Charles Miller.

 

Bromptons (Chicago, Tli.), g: Drexels (Chicago, Ill:), 0.

Bromptons—(Regular team.) Drexels—G. Becket, ir e; W.
Becket, r t; H. Lunt, r g; R. Morse, c; L.. Lemoyne, | g; J. Dick-
ens, | t; V. Hayes, le; R. Bloomingdale, a3: Patterson, fnebs
C. Cort land, Lh b; J. Fillmore, f b. Manager—Charles Miller.
Regulars (Chicopee, Mass.), 40; Sacred Hearts (Chicopee,

Mass.), 0.

Regulars—S. Tardons, r e; F. Golding, rt; J.: Kennedy, r+ g;
J. Urbing, c: J. Raferty, 1 g; M. Boroun, 1 t; F. Bull ard, le; W.
Frodema, q; J. Frodema, r h b; C. Bowman, 1 h b; C. Levering,
£ *b: Sacred Hearts—Hardy, r e; Sampson, r t; Trehy, r g;

Henry, c; Ryan, 1g; Morton, Le Greenwood, le; Preston, q; -

Fuller, rh b; Jackson, thb; Jac cobs, f b. Mz snager—C, Levering.
Regulars (Chicopee, Mass.), 18; St. Josephs (Chicopee; Mass.), 0.
Regulars— (Regular team.) St. Josephs—Harkins, r e; Hynes,
tt; Dickinson, r g; Hoffman, c; Rigby, 1 g; Fletcher, | t; "Harney,
le; Barry, q - Johnson, rhb; Walsh, 1h b; Manning, fb. Man-
ager—C, ebecty
Regulars (Chicopee, Mass.), 6; Boys’ Club (Holyoke, Mass.), 0
| Regulars—(Regular team.) Boys’ Club—Buckley,.r e; Mar-

tens, rt; Hunia, r g; Hurley, c; Lynch, 1 g; Vogel, | t; E. Thom-

son, le; R. Thomson, q3 Sockie, rh b; Dosey, Th b; Doran, £ £ b.
Manager—C. Levering.
Resolute A. C. (New York City), 12; Turquoise F. C. (New
York City), 0.

| Resolute A. C.—(Regular team.) ae F. C.—Lisson, re;
Hutchinson, r t; Burgess, r g; O’Neill, c; Jackson, 1 g; Turner,
1t; Martin, 1 e; ‘Harris, qd; Smith, r h Ds Lason, 1h b; Bricen, f b.
Manager—Edw. Block.

Resolute A. C. (New ane en 33; Hillsides (Yonkers,

-)» ©
Resolute A. C.— (Regular team.) Hillsides—Gordon, re; Rob-
erts, rt; Pate, r g; Alberts, c; Sammis, 1 g; Lisson, | t; Stevens,
1a; Calhoun, 4; McNames, r h b; O’Brien, | h 'b; Veit, foi.

. Manager—Edw. Block.
| Resolute A.C. (New York City); 24; Mutual A. C. (Jersey City,

eh,
Resolute A. C.—(Regular meant Mutual A. C— -Barwise, r e;
ee tt; Watson, r g; Talmage, c; Halvorsen, 1g; Powers,
: Rice, 1 e; Heinemann,,q; Berson, r h b; Hatfield, lh b;
Ceighien, fb. Manager-—Edw. Block.
Resolute A. C. (New York City), II; “Melvilles (Whitestone,

£5

Resolute A. C— (Rewular team.) O niciitteae Met re; Bing-
ham, ¢ t; Bischoff, r g; Weiss, c; Davis, 1 g; Cohen; 1 t; Ferris,
le; Durbrow, q; Hahn, rit Bs Roman, lhb; Weaver, fb. Man-
ager—Edw. Block.
Boys of America (Ogdensburg, N. Y.), 35; R. A. Scrubs (Og:

densburg, N. Y.), 0.
Boys of *America—Larry Locklin (capt.), re; Dick Ellis; rt;

Bob: Morsell, r:g; Grimesy, ¢; Dick Morsell,; 1 g; Willis Harper, ‘

1t; Dick; Carr, ] e; B. Bob, q; Buck Badger, r hb; Paul Clifton;
1h b; Dart Keenan, f b. R.A; Scrubs—Will Fielding, re;
Brown (capt.), rt; Pete Jarvis, r g; Charles Snow, c;.G. Bean,
lg; Jack Potter, lt: Harry Perkins, 1 e; Percy Cook, q3 Sey-.
mour Smith, rhb; William pea, th b; Ben Little, fb. Man-
ager—Dart Keenan.

Boys of America (Giitasbebes: N.. Y.), 18; Scalpers (Ogdens-

burg, N. Y. peer

Boys of A iueriad—P heodint team.) Scalpers—E. Kern, re;
H: Wales, r t; John Holland, r g;
He. Hawrigan, Lt: G. Leclan, le: Be eee OP,
(capt.), rhb; M. Dingwall, 1 h b;
Dart Keenan.

Boys of America (Ogdensburg, N.: Y. 4: 26; Riparlas A. C (Og:
densburg, N. Y.), 0.

Boys of _America—(Regular. team.) Risarins A. C.—M. Rein-
hardt, re; R. Roney rt; A. Bernhardt, r g; J. Kuntzmann, c;
F. Schackermann, | H. Zweibelhofer, 1 t;.P. cpeus: Te:
H. Eichinger, q; M. Stolz, rhb; J. Sweitzer, Lh b;.
stein (capt.), f b. Manager—Dart Keenan.

Boys of America COgdensipes N.Y.) 343 Little Pours A. ¢.
(Ogdensburg, N. Y.), 0.

Boys of America— (Regular team.) Little College A. CL. .

Crouk, re; George Ganow, r t; D. Williamson, r g; 25 Sit

Zimmerman

eae Crouk, | ¢; Barnhart, Scudder, 1 t; Charles Roff, | e; B.
Whitney (capt.), q; W. Plane, r h b; ‘AS Anderson, Th bs M :
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Prof. Fourmen: I will be very much obliged to you if you
“will answer a few questions for me. 1. My. age is)34 years. 7
months; height, 5 feet 1 inch; weight, 92 pounds. My neck is 12
inches; biceps, 10; forearm, 914; chest, 2914; chest expanded, 31;
from shoulder to shoulder, 1414; wrist, 6; waist, 27; thigh, 1734,
and calves, 1134 inches. How are my measurements? 2. I can
put a 12-pound shot 20 feet; can put out at arm’s length 20
pounds; standing broad jump, 7 feet 8 inches; running broad
jump, 13 feet 6 inches; standing high jump, 3 feet; ranning high
jump, 4 feet 6 inches; 100-yard dash in 13 seconds. How are my
records? ‘3. What muscles are developed in putting the shot?
4 Is wrestling a better exercise than boxing? When I try
to do anything with my right arm of late there 1s a pain either
in my arm or shoulder right where my arm joins my shoulder.
Tt is on the back part of my arm or shoulder and sometimes I
cannot raise my arm to the middle of my back. Please tell me
the cause of this pain and if it can be stopped. 6. In football
should you have your heavy men for right half-back, left half-
back and full-back, or should you have them on the line, and
should you have heavier guards than tackles. Hoping to see this
in print, I remain, A WRESTLER.

1.’ You are a little under weight.

2. Your records are good.

3. Ail the upper muscles of the body.

4. Both are good. ; . ,

5. You have probably strained a muscle. Use chest weights,
and after exercising rub briskly with alcohol or a liniment -of
lead and opium would be good to rub on at night. ya

Put heavier men on the line and have heavier. men for
guards and. tackles.

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Prof. Fourmen: As I am interested in physical culture I would
like to ask a few questions. I am 17 years old, height, 5 feet 8
inches, and weigh 130 pounds. I am taking a complete line of

physical culture, but would like to get a few points on, it. I ex-
pect to play on a hoekey team this winter and would like you to
suggest some good exercise to get good muscles in my legs, be-
side, riding a bicycle. I also would like to know what exercise

would give me good wind, Is there any exercise to strengthen

ie seleics ? ‘Hoping ‘this will be no trouble to you to answer
these questions, | am, your truly, A PrrrspurGc READER.
oyr proportions are: good, To develop the muscles of the
legs you can.do the “standing on. your toes”. exercise, that is,
rising om the toes and gradually let the foot down again, then
raise the toes and stand on.the heels,. This is especially good: for:
your ankles. Skipping the rope is most beneficial and running,
the latter will help yeu along with the breathing exercise to
lengthen your wind. | rah

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narrow shoul-
. ders. Can you advise me what to do to enlarge them? Thank-
‘ae u in advance and hoping to see my answer in next’ number
Dg oe Tip Top, I remain, yours respectfully, —. FY
OS Saag’ A Tie Top ApMIRER
iu er could weigh a few pounds more, but for your age and
height your weight is fair. Use the dumbbells, chest weights and
Indien clubs. Punching the bag is good for the shoulders, also,.

  

 

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Prof. Fourmen: Not seeing any letters from this town ¥
thought I would let you know we think Tip Top is fine. Please
tell me if my measurements are all right. Thanking you in ad-
vance. Age, 16 years; weight, 130 pounds; height, 5 feet 5 inches;
right forearm, 13 inches; right bicep, 12 inches; left bicep, 12
inches; left forearm, 1214 inches; chest, normal, 35 inches; neck,
14% inches; wrists, 7 inches; legs, right and left, 14 inches:
reach, 344 inches; thighs, right and left, ro inches; shoulders, 40
inches around. - W.J

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Prof. Fourmen: As I am a constant reader of the Tip Top
Weekly I take the liberty to ask a few questions. I am 15 years:
11 months old and weigh 110 pounds; am 5 feet 3 inches in
height. The following are the rest of my measurements: Chest,
normal, 2814 inches» inflated, 3214 inches; neck, 12 inches; right
arm, normal, 8% inches; expanded, 95% inches; left arm, normal,
814 inches; expanded, 9%4 ‘inches; wrists, 614 inches; right
thigh, 1834 inches; left thigh, 1834 inchés; right calf, 1254 inches;
left calf, 1214 inches; waist, 28 inches; right lower arm, 03%
inches; left lower arm, 9 inches. I have never had any traitung
and do not do much work. Please tell me how I am developed
and what training I should take more than any other. Thanking
you in advance, L.remain, your friend, A. Sournerm Reaner.

‘You want to begin by going into training. Read my article,
“General Advice to Young Athletes,” to be found in Tip Top
No, 265. Get plenty of exercise regularly. Your measurements
are fair, Your chest needs development. Exercise a half hour
before breakiast and at night and all the outdoor life you can get.

 

Prof. Fourmen: I am a very great reader of your “Ideal pub-
lication for the American youth” and’ am as much interested
in Dick and his friends’ careers as I was in Frank’s. fnelosed
will find five cents for Tip Top Weekly No. 265, in which is the
course of “General Training for Young Athletes.” Please teij
how I am in regard to my proportions. .I am 17 years old;
height, § feet 9 inches; weight, 145 pounds; can stand and jump
Are these fair
measurements and records? Expecting a reply, I reinain,

Me Georce F. Newron.

Yes, your measurements -and records are good. The copy has
been forwarded you.

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