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CHAPTER I.

DISSATISFIED JONES.

    

Dick lay aside his book and looked up in some sur-
prise as Jones came in, slammed the door and began
pacing the floor in a manner of unusual excitement.

‘Apparently Blessed did not observe Suds asleep on a
rug, for he stumbled over the’ dog and then gave a
_ fruitless kick at the startled animal,
yapping, into a corner.
“Hold on, old man!"
struck you?”
a “Tm sore,” was the reply.. “I’m sorer than old Job
beset by boils.” 3 ‘
_. “Speaking of boils, you seem to be boiling some
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eek you intend that for a pun, Merriwell, it’s a
mighty rank one.”’

“Well, can’t you tell a fellow what ails you?”
Jones paused and glared at Dick.

“Have you been ordered to training-table?”’ he de-
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OR,

IN DEFENCE OF HIS HONOR.

a By BURT L. STANDISH.

“No.” ‘

“Ha! I thought not.”

“Well?”

‘They asked me.”

“They ?” 3 ;

© Yess:

“Who P?”

“Oh, a.bunch of fellows I ran into on the campus.
Look here, Dick, if you’re going to play on the team,
why don’t they order you to training-table with the
rest of the bunch? Do you know lots of fellows are
saying you've had your last chance on the gridiron this
season?” 8

Dick started the least bit, but his voice was calm as
he inquired:

“Who says that, Blessed ?”

“Oh, Du Boise, Toleman, and a whole lot of fellows.
They’re sore over it. They think there’s some sort of
a combination to keep our roles from being properly
mp icean on the eleven.’

“Which is silly nonsense.
with good sense can imagine anything of that sort.” +

  
   
 

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instead of you.
_ he wanted them to put McGregor in.
. and you won that game for Yale.”

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growled Jones, shaking his
Morris, Mc-
And here you

“But it does look queer,”
head.
Gregor—all ordered to training-table.
are—left! After that
reckoned you'd be on the team.
you'd get an opportunity to play in the back field a

“There’s Washburn, and and

Dartmouth game everybody
Some_even thought
good share of the time, Billings pronounced you the
best material found in the freshman class this season.
He even hinted that you might prove to be the ‘bright
And every-
body. knows that Bil careful
in his statements. Everybody knows you're a better
man than half the subs already chosen. Now, if there
wasn’t some sort of a plot to hold you down,
weren't you given the same show as the others?’

“Why should there be a plot to hold me down,
Jones? I don’t see any reason for it, and I don’t be-
lieve it exists.”

particular star’ among all the new men.
lings is conservative and

why

“Some fellow on the team who has a pull may be
afraid of you. Of course, I’m not calling any names,
but I should look for that fellow in the back he Id.”

“You can’t mean Cameron.”

“I don’t name any one. Still, Cameron may feel a
little sore. At the very outset you scored in a practise
game against the regulars, though Cameron did his
best to tackle and prevent the touch-down, You were
playing right-half for the scrub, and. he was playing
the same position for the regular team. Although the
doc warned him he might get a stiff knee and be a
cripple if he played in the Dartmouth game, he played
just the same. Why? why?”
3ecause he was anxious for victory,”
Dick. ; |

“That’s not what some fellows are saying.”

“What are some fellows saying?”

“They say he played because he knew Hurlburt

They

answered

“

say Cameron urged that McGregor shoujd-be tried,
When he had to leave the field at last,
You were called,

“Because Dartmoyth madé a bad fumble, and J was
lucky enough to get the ball.”

“Because you did a trick that no other man of our
team could have done,” insisted Jones. ‘You scooped

that ball right out of the middle of the scrimmage and
got away with it.
: things ever seen on a football field. |

It was one of the most astonishing
Every Yale man
went crazy when he saw it. Then didn’t they give you
a aecretion when you got back here to town!”

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“Oh, yes, but the crowd literally howled itself hoarse A
Now, that was enough to make some fellows

for you.
Even Hurlburt didn’t receive so ms

ereen with jealousy.
much applause, and he may have been touched a little.”
“I don’t believe Hurlburt is a fellow to permit jeal-
ousy to govern him.” a
Per thaps you'll change your mind later,’ rasped
Jones. “What’ll you think if you’re not given another
opportunity ?” a
“T don’t see how they’re going to help giving me
some sort of a show. They'll not be able to stem the
tide of sentiment that'll set in against them if they =
my brother has 1
told me that every man’stands on his own legs at Yale. =
He insists that this is the most democratic college in |

show favoritism. Besides that, Jones,

the country.” 6 ee
“Perhaps it was when he was here, and perhaps its 9
different now. I’ve heard that the old Yale spirit was a
dying out.” ; sete at
“T’ve heard so, but it’s all rot, Jones—it’s all rot. |
The old Yale spirit survives, and it’s strong as ever.
The trouble with us is that we haven't xbadtbed 4 if: Petes seg
We're freshmen—and we haven't | qt
learned There'll come a |
time when it will take hold of us, creep into us, absorb’ -  &
become a part of us. We call ourselves Yale — ee i
that time comes we'll not be Yale men’ a
in the truest sense of It is said that prestige ©
and position, both financial and social, are important
factors at Harvard, but, no longer than Pye been here, 3
I can-pick out half a dozen popular and influential fel- gf
lows in our upper classes who are poor men, and who —
came here absolutely without social prestige. Every
one of those fellows has done something to: win. his
He has been judged by his acts, and.
I can also
pick out half a dozen ch laps who have money to burn— iy
and burn it—whe have family names that should give ©
them social standing, yet who are far from popular, —
and who have absolutely ne influence in their clasess. ;
No, Jones, the spirit of democracy is not dead at Y ale.
Because my name is Merriwell, because of my brother’s:
record, I’m to have no better chance than any other
man. I’ve got to prove myself and my value. I’m
glad of that. It’s the vefy thing I wanted. I’ve aCe",
cepted the conditions, and I’m willing to abide by the
judgment of my efforts.”

“All right,” muttered Jones, as he ye himself on.
a chair; “but if they don’t give you a show, they’re go-
ing to cause a howl that'll make them plug their ears. —

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CHAPTER II.
mg WHITING’S KNOCK.

a Five minutes later Suds growled and bristled at the
A sound of footsteps. Tucker came bouncing into the
room, followed ponderously Like Jones,
Tommy seemed greatly aroused, while Bigelow dis-
played a certaim phlegmatic excitement.

_“They’re going to hear from us now!” cried the little
i. > chap. “We'll show ’em that they can’t turn our class
| down! We'll show ’em that they can’t turn Dick Mer-
-_ riwell down!”

“Ves, we'll show ’em!” spluttered Bigelow.

“Haw!’’ said Jones. “Somebody else stirred up a
little, I see. Guess you fellows have heard something.”
“Tt’s the talk of everybody,” said Tucker. “There’s
Phil Whiting chuckling over it. He’s a sore-head. He
fizzled, and he’s pleased because Dick’s not getting, a
_, square show.” |
Merriwell had fancied Jones aroused over a matter
of small consequence, but now he was surprised by the
appearance and words of these chaps.

“We're going to hold a class-meeting,” said Big-

elow. “We're going to pass resolutions and choose ‘a
~ committee to present them to the powers above, Hurl-

burt’s going to hear from us.
to hear from us.”
“That’s right,” said Tommy. “Why, they claim
< Merriwell is too rattle-headed to be on the team. Too
rattle-headed! Now, what do you think of that?) Was
it a rattle-head that took that ball away from Dart-
‘mouth and carried it the length of the field? Just
_ because Dick has been concerned in | two or three prac-
tical jokes——” ‘
“Like the mad-dog affair,” grinned Bigelpw:
Bk “And .the Aunt Emma joke,” chuckled Tucker.
Just because he’s made a certain bunch of sophs look
cheap, some fellows say he’s rattle-headed.”
“Did they expect me to behave like a dead one?”
. muttered Dick, with a touch of dismay. “Did they
think we were going to let Cunningham’s crew have
fun with us without retaliating?
way myself.”

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Bouncer soberly, shaking his head. “You know noth-
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ish. Those fellows have some influence. Ditson’s
crowd doesn’t stand for so much, but he and his friends
are ready to knife you in the back. They’re all chuck-
ling, because they fancy you’te going to be disap
pointed and downcast. They don’t dare say too much,
but they have shown their feelings about it.”

“Now, look here, said Dick quietly, “I
don’t want.the class to get excited over this business

It’ll do no good, and it may
There’s plenty of time. Let’s
If you get together and make

fellows,”

and make a foolish move.
do a lot of hurt. Wait.
see what will happen.
any demands on my account, it will be against my
wishes, and I shall say so publicly.”

“Oh, all right, all right!’ grumbled Tucker. “But
you'll have to tell the fellows that. If you don’t, you'll
find them doing something pretty soon.”

The visitors remained a few minutes longer, finally
retiring to their own room.

A short time later Jones announced that he was go-
ing over to the New Haven House, to call on his sister,
who would leave town the following day

“Won't you come along, Dick?’’ he cass

“Excuse me, please,” said Dick. “Give my regards
to your sister and her friends. We'll see them off to-
morrow, but I think I’ll stay here just now and do a
little more plugging.”

Dick woridered if he would be notified to come out
for practise that day. In truth, he was expected to

‘come out, anyhow, although he did not realize this,

and, as a result, he absented himself from the field.

That evening a lot of his schoolmates piled in on him
and bothered him with their chatter and nonsense. Not
, being in the mood to waste time in idle gossip, he man-
aged to slip out and leave them there.

Feeling that a brisk walk in the open air would do
him good, he set off by himself.

Nearly an hour later, as he was returning along
Church Street, he ran into a crowd of jolly roe at
the corner near White’s.

In a moment he was surrounded by those fellows,

who took possession of him and sw ept him away in

their midst.

“Come on, old man!” cried Boh; a hisper.
can’t duck! We're got you!”

“Ves, we've got you!” shouted Wee Willie Winkle
fiercely, as he clutched Dick’s arm. “Don’t try to
escape from ‘me! You know such a thing would be
impossible.”

Two timid freshmen, standing on the curbing, stared —

at the laughing Jads as they hurried past, envying Mer-

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terms with these lofty juniors, who were inclined to
ignore the freshies, save on occasions when the two
lower classesS were pitted against each other in contests
of some sort.
freshmen their encouragement and advice, while ‘the
seniors backed the sophomores.

“Dick Merriwell is a lucky dog,” said one of the
watching freshies. “Every one in college knows him
now. Nobody knows me.”

“They’re making too much fuss over him,’’ muttered
the other enviously. “Tl bet he thinks himself some-
thing fine already.”

“Why shouldn’t he? Hasn’t he created two or three
sensations? Doesn’t he stand a chance of making the
eleven?”

“Not much of a chance, according to report.- You
heard the fellows talking to-day. He hasn’t been or-
dered to training-table, and he wasn’t out for practise.
That looks as if he might ceEby a back-seat during
the rest of the football season.’

“Just the same, I'll bet he is on the team before
Thanksgiving. It wouldn’t surprise me if he was
playing regularly, too. Look, there they go into
White’s. They’re taking him along. I tell you, he’s
the most popyiete man in college, outside of Harms-
worth and Emery.

It was true that the juniors had carried Dick into

-White’s, without consulting his wishes or desires,

“Vou’re in the hands of the Pie Eaters’ Association,
old man,’ announced Hokey Drew. “The present
Great Pie Devourer is Rossmore. He has a record of
nine pies straight, and he holds the belt. This is our
night to celebrate, and we need a guest of honor.
You're it. Don’t wiggle; don’t hold back; don’t
squirm. If you can’t drink beer, we'll. furnish you
It’s Rossmore’s s treat. I’m willing
the should pay for champagne.”

“But I—I can’t—” Dick faltered lamely, seeking
excuse. “You know if I play football—I can’t---—-
“Oh; come on!” cried Phil Whiting derisively.

; are you? Well, you've got it
i in the neck, just the same as I did. We’re both out of
“it You might as well enjoy yourself and forget foot-
_ pall, for you'll play no more this season.” |

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like any aspiring fresh-

resolving to show what

onto the varsity. Of course,
man, he was disappointed ; but,
he could accomplish, he played hard and brilliantly for
the class team, and really attracted attention, It was
generally believed that Whiting would make the first
team in his sophomore year.

after playing with the scrub
Phil was once more disap-

But the following year,
and working like a tiger,
pointed, for men regarded as steadier and more re-

liable stepped above him, and he was again left out in~

the cold.
Still, he did not give up.
“Next year,” he told himself. “Next year Pll get.
there in spite of everything. They can’t hold me down
forever.”
As a junior and a candidate for the eleven, he had.
watched Dick Merriwell’s success and progress with no
little envy. To his particular friends he had declared

that Merriwell was being pushed forward merely be-
cause of his brother’s reputation.and record at Yale.

“If my name had been Merriwell, and Frank Merri-.
well h seh been my brother, I’d made the team as a fresh-
man,” he asserted. “Those things count, no matter
what anybody may say about it. You needn’t tell me
there’s no favoritism and every chap has an equal show

with every other chap.”

Without letting it become generally known, Whiting

gradually learned to hate Dick Merriwell most cor-_ ;
dially.
hatred known, but as a junior he considered it beneath

As a sophomore he might have made this

his dignity to give a freshman so much attention,

Nevertheless, he had resolved to “take the starch’ 7
out of Merriwell if the opportunity ever presented it-
he had fancied Dick’s brilliant feat
on the field at Hanover would give the freshman a sure:
opening to further trials on the regular team. “When.
he found out that Dick had not been ordered to table,
and was not out for practise, he instantly leaped to the
conclusion that, like himself, this fellow was to be held
down in his freshman year. Had he not been absorbe
by envy and jealousy, Whiting ‘might have sy mpathized
His disposition was such, however,
N ey ern after the man-

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his own classmates and friends, but men of other
classes, had arrived at the conviction that he would be

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i given no chance on the eleven.
; oe Disappointed because Dick failed to express any feel-
t 1 ing over it, Whiting cried:
y “Never mind, old man, you'll get the same chance I
yy ‘ did if you want it! You'll have an opportunity to play
d with the freshies. I understand they’re organizing
i their team, and they fancy they’re going to be a lot of
eee § world-beaters. Even the mighty Billings made a mis-
} take when he prophesied in your behalf.”
| “Té I’m not good enough for the first team, I'll have
{ i to be satisfied with a place on my class team,” smiled

pire os: Dick.
“But you are good enough for the varsity!” ex-

) ae claimed Wee Willie Winkle. “Everybody says so. I
ye don’t see how they’re going to turn you down without
[| | giving you another show.”

See a Whiting laughed scornfully. He had taken a seat
| at a table near Dick’s. While he wished to be near
Metriwell, he carefully avoided sitting at the same
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i. said. | a
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I must be in

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realize I’ve been acting like an ass lately.
emee< stove.”
ae: “My dear fellow,” piped Hokey Drew,
noticed anything unusual in your behavior.’
7 “What do you drink, Merriw ell?” inquired a table-
mate.
|; *Water,” said Dick,
| “Oh, but you'll take something else to- aia No
use to dodge beer now, as long as you're out of foot-
ball.” ie
“But I don’t drink beer any time,
“Shall we open fizz for you?”
“T don’t care for that, either.”
“He still dives in hope,” laughed Whiting
an idea that he’ll get there yet, poor fellow.”
But Dick took water, permitting the others to drink
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“*Waiter, ” he said raildly, “waiter, will you please

get away from me.”

Wee Willie Winkle had lighted a cigarette and set-
-tled himself on his big chair, a dreamy look in his eyes.

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“Tt has to me,” declared Drew instantly. “The fare
is thirty-eight dollars.”

“Speaking about the fair,” said Rossmore, “re-
minds me that Merriwell is a favorite with the ladies.
Now, Merriwell. We all know the girls
get smitten on you.”

“That’s right!”

“T propose a toast to Richard Merriwell,

don’t blush,

cried Whiting, rising to ,his feet.
the ladies’
favorite. He catches them all with his sweet, seductive

smile. They. flit about him like flies round the neck\of a
jug. We've seen it, gentlemen, and we know
it’s true. Who besides Merriwell could have perpe-
trated the Aunt Emma joke and still retain the respect

concerned in that

molasses

of four charming girls who were
Why,
so dead gone on him that she’s ready to leave her happy
home and settle in New Haven. ‘There are rumors
that the entire quartet quarreled over him, and came
How we must envy such a seduc-
He’s bound to go through life
behind
him. I’ve heard he started out well on his career in
his fitting-school ‘days. I’ve heard that half a dozen
light-headed young misses made themselves ridiculous

affair ? they even say that one of those girls is

near pulling hair.

tive fellow, boys!

flower to flower. And, hush! breathe it not to the
those flowers drooping and pining behind him. While
he quafffed the honey of her lips, she fancied she saw
paradise in his dark, hypnotic eyes.» It is even said
that her brother was aroused to such passion and anger
by the behavior of this youthful, modern Don Juan
that he attempted to destroy Merriwell in the very bud
of his career. It is said that this brother, whose sis-

s name was June, registered an oath——”

As Whiting progressed with this speech Merriwell’s
face grew pale, and his lips were pressed together. At
this point he leaped to his feet, his dark eyes ablaze.

“Stop, Whiting!” he cried. “You may say what
you like about me, but no gentleman will bring the
name of a lady into such scurrilous bantering.”

There was a hush as the boys stared at these two
fellows who faced each other like deadlf duelists. —
Whiting had. been flushed while speaking, ‘but now, ”
like Dick, he grew pale., There was a tenseness in the:
atmosphere that indicated serious trouble. =}

After a moment, ‘however, Whiting On a laugh
and bowed to Merriwell.

ter’

“Your pardon,” he said. “Evidently I struck nearer.
home than I fancied. You know a chap i is inclined to
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thing in the old saying that wherever there’s smoke
there must be fire. Let it pass. No matter what I’ve
heard, I’ll take care not to mention names again. Let’s
drink to Merriwell.”

In a way this apology was even more insulting than
Whiting’s speech. Dick’s pulses were throbbing, and
hot words leaped to his tongue

No one else had observed a big, square-shouldered
chap who entered during Whiting’s speech, and who
now? stepped toward Dick, placing a hand on his
shoulder.

“What are you.doing here, Merriwell?”
Roger Cutts. “You're out of place with a tippling
bunch of this sort.”

Dick lifted his glass and showed the newcomer that
it contained water.

“That’s all right,”’
by his company. I’ve been looking for ygu.
your friends will excuse you. Come with me.’

In spite of protests, Cutts escorted Merriwell from
the restaurant. ;

“You didn’t come out for practise to-day,” he said,
as they reached the sidewalk. ,

“T wasn’t asked,’ explained Dick.

_ “Well, do they have to ask you every time there’s
practise? Great Scott, man, you ought to know better
than that! You'll have to cut out places like White’s
until after Thanksgiving.”

“If I want to eat there——-”

“You won't.” *

“Why not? >» !

“Because,” said Roger, “you'll be eating with the
rest of the team at training-table to-morrow. ‘

exclaimed

said Roger, “but a man is judged
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CHAPTER IV.

INNUENDOES.

3 Late the following afternoon Dick and Blessed ac-
companied Orsola Everness and Agnes Jones to the

station. The girls were going home.
seats for them, and they were standing on the platform

chatting when a cab drove up, disgorging four young
- people—Duncan Ditson, Sam Kates, Ditson’s sister,

and. Hattie Claire, Kate’s cousin.

1 “Oh, “here they are!” cried Hattie, as she romped

forward, followed by Mabel.

-Ditson and Kates lounged up, the former frowning
at Dick.

_ “Oh, we were afraid:we wouldn’t get hérelin’ time

‘to see you, off ” said Hattie. ee gee rks boys get

Jones secured —
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She nodded vivaciously to Dick, and then displayed.
her fine teeth in a laugh.

“I see Aunt Emma is here,” she said.
she came to see her dear niece depart.”

“Of course,” smiled Dick, “even though she is in
terror of mad dogs.”

Kates laughed loudly.

“Oh, that was a corker!”
might have seen that racket.”

“We were altogether too easy with you, Mr. Merri-
well,” said Mabel, shaking a gloved finger at him.
“Why, if any other fellow had done such a thing, I’d
never have spoken to him again.”

“But you forget that I was to blame for it all,” said
sae for me he could not have fooled you

“Of course,

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he exclaimed. “Wish-I

Agnes
that w 3%
“Yes,”’ confessed Mabel;
off the way you did.”
Hat in hand, Ditson was talking to Orsola Ever-
ness. At the same time he kept a sullen eye on Dick.

“and you were lucky to get

“I’m sorry you’re going away so soon, Miss Ever-
ness,” he said. ‘‘Hope you’ve enjoyed yourself while

here.”

“Oh, very much,” was her assurance. “I think your
sister has enjoyed herself, too. You mustn’t lay it up
against Mr. Merriwell because he perpetrated that little
We've forgiven him.” ‘

“Oh, yes,” muttered Dunc, “I suppose so. ‘They say
he fascinates the girls so that they'll forgive him any-
thing. Now, look at Mabel. She knows what I think
of him, but she won’t pay any attention to me.
one would think to see her now that she came down to
meet him, instead of to see you and Miss Jones off.”

For’Mabel was chatting with Dick, and there was a
touch of heightened color in her cheeks.

“When do you leave, Miss Ditson?” he inquired.

“T’m not going to leave,” she answered.

“Not going to? How is that?”

joke.

“T’ve made arr angements to stay in New Haven this .
I’ve found a nice place with a private family,
and I’m going to teach music. I’ve always wanted £0:
try it, and this is my opportunity. Hattie will stay
with mea few days. ‘ Oh, yes, I’m going to take care
of myself. I think I can do it. If you don’t think [s¥
pnean business, just look at this.” :
She opened her cardfcage and took out a card, ion ,
which her name and address were printed, with the
words “Teacher of the Piano” in one corner. a
| “Well, that does Took like business,” admitted Dic’:
langhingly. :

 

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“Keep it,”
A in his fingers.

ii “Duncan didn’t like it at first,”
a. I can usually twist him round my {

she said softly, as he paused with the card

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she continued, ‘but
hnger. He thinks
I'll make a fizzle, but I’m going to show him.”

The group indulged in light laughter and inconse-
quent talk until finally the train came rolling in, and
ase l-bys were said.

“Aren’t you going to kiss Aunt Emma, Agnes?
» asked Jones, as his sister gave her hand to Dick,
a “Well, not on this occasion,” was the reply.

 

to the platform, waiting for the train to pull out, So
absorbed were they that they failed to notice the ap-
_.__ proach of a young couple that had descended from the
s next car, Suddenly Dick felt a hand touch his arm
3! and heard a well-known voice exclaim:
“Pardon me, Merriwell, old chap.
*” | geen my father ?”

Be “Great Scott!” exclaimed Dick, turning and grasp-
| ing that hand. “Chester Arlington!”

a a tis wit ie”
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Perhaps you’ye

It was Arlington, faultlessly dressed and looking
fresh and clean-cut.

“Don’t want to butt in, you know,” laughed. Chet,
: “but June and I expected to meet father here, and I
- thought——’

Dick did not wait to heer what Chet thought, for he
had discovered June a short distance away, and he
sprang toward her, cap in hand. ;
Her cheeks burned as she felt him grip her fingers.
~ *“June Arlington?” he breathed, “June Arlington ?
Am J, dreaming ?”

“T don’t think so, Dict ks” take said softly.
I hope /’m not dreaming.”

“But it’s such a surprise!
WeTen We |

“T didn’t mean that you should.
train is going.. Your friends ——”
- Merriwell whirled about and waved his cap as the
train pulled out. 3
_ “Good-by! he. eried.
forget Aunt Emma”
_ From the open window Agnes Jones flung, him an
i airy kiss, crying in return: |
“Oh, Pil never forget Aunt Kein "
_ Ditson touched his sister’s elhow.
“The cab is waiting, Mabel,” he said,
, staring like that.

“At least,
ae didn’t know you

f

oak out, Dick, the

Many Abia Don't

  

‘Don’t stand
Where are your manners ?”

   

e Peace and Mane fol lowed, and Dick. discovered

LOP

 

 

They saw. the girls to their seats, and then returned ©

Already Kates was conducting his cousin toward the

be pretty slick. Arlington shook hands with hina, and
_T’ve heard there was a time when Arlitigton wanted to

_ bluff.”

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To Merriwell’s surprise, Jones had already disap-
péared, which was characteristic of the queer fellow,
whose bashfulness prevented him from waiting for an
introduction to June.

“Who the dickens were they?”
cab started.

“Who?” growled Ditson.

“Why, that young fellow and the pretty girl, Jove!
And didn’t Merriwell throw him-
self some when he saw her!”

“Didn't you hear what he called the fellow?”

“T. didn’t notice.”

“Called Arlington. I
some of the stories about Merriwell and June Arling-
ton, haven't you?”

“Oh, yes!’ exclaimed Kates. “Jingoes,
the girl? Well, I can’t blame Merriwell.”

“What -sort’ of stories have you heard?”
Mabel, her voice sounding a bit unnatural.

“Ditson made a quick gesture to Kates.

“T don’t think we'd better repeat them,” he said,

“No, I don’t think we had,” agreed Sam,

“l’m deuced sorry you ever had anything to do with
Dick Merriwell,” Ditson observed to Mabel. “You
know I wouldn’t like to have your name coupled with

  
  
   
    
    
    
   
 
    
  
 

asked Kates, as the

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she was a stunner.

him suppose you've heard

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asked

    
         
    

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“T hardly think there’s any danger of that,
torted. haughtily. .

“Oh, but there is danger of You don’t know
what people say. You don’t know half the things they
tell about that chap. If you did dhe

Dunc seemed to check himself, as'if for fear he
would say too much. ig 2

“I don’t see what terrible thing es they can tell about —
Mr. Merriwell,” said Hattie Claire. .

“It isn’t likely that all,the stories would reach your, é
ears,’ muttered Sam.

   

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“I should say not,” nodded Dune. “Merriwell must

      
     
 

murder him. I suppose they've fixed it up somehow. t
suppose Merriwell has made certain promises.”

“I wonder if he was bluffing when he pretended to
be so pleased over the appearance of Miss Arlington,”
grinned Kates, “If he was, he made a mighty fine

      
 
     
      
  

     

“From her looks,” said Ditson, “TI should say she
was too decent to have any thing: to do with a fellow
with his record.’ |

Although usually mut and mild. mannered, Mabel
was aroused.

       
 

    
   
    

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cause you dislike him, Duncan!” she exclaimed. “I
shall decliné to believe things until I see the evidence.”’

“Well,” “at least you saw
the evidence that he was mighty interested in Miss
Arlington. The moment she appeared he forgot you
and every one else. Don’t fool yourself, Mabel, and

don’t let Merriwell fool you.”

’ growled Dune brutally,

CHAPTER ‘Vz
ARLINGTON’S OBJECT.

“It must be that father didn’t get down to the train
ES to meet us,” said Arlington. ‘We'll find him at the
hotel. Come on, Dick —come with us. I’ll get a cab.”

Carrying June’s luggage and walking by her side,
- Merriwell followed Chester, who quickly found a cab.
_ “The New Haven House,” said Arlington to the
driver.

Dick helped June in, and they were off.

“Well, this is pretty fine, pretty fine,” laughed Ches-
ter exuberantly.
person we'd strike on arriving here.
going, Merriwell?”

“Fine,” answered Dick.
with you?”

“Out of sight.

“The ranch?”

“Yes, the Wyoming ranch the gov’nor was going to
exile me on. You can’t guess why we're here.”

““That’s right, ” confessed Dick. —}

«“The gov’nor is going to try to get me in.’

“To get you in?”

“Sure thing.”

wheter’

Sale.”

Dick caught his breath.

“You don’t mean ?

“That’s right, that’s right. It’s pretty late, I know,

but he’s going to see what he can do for me.””

How’s everything
“How are things going

Why, I’ve even dodged the ranch.”!

 

said June, ina low tone, “you know

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2 You. know,”
‘Chester is—well—he is——

 
 

9

_ “He’s trying to be a man,” interrupted Arlington.
“T’'ve cut it out, Dick. I’ve quit hitting it up. You

wouldn’t believe it of me, would you?”

“Ves I would,” nodded Dick. “I saw symptoms ere

ve left the Blue Hills. Only for you, Arlington, we

could not have won, the championship in that league.

You ‘pitched a great game Pan last ny at eed

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“You're ready to believe anything about him be-

“We didn’t fancy you'd be the first »

Cameron is a better and more experienced man than I

: tutes.

   

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“With you to help me out when I weakened,” smiled.
Chet. “Only for you they would have batted me out
of the box. They thought they had as se was, but
you'went in and checked their wild career.’

“Then you went back into the box and finisl ied the
game. That gave me a chance to save myself for the

Don’t think I’ve forgotten

  
   
   
 
 
   
    
   
  
   
   
  
  
   
  
  
   
 

    

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last game, and so we won.
what you did, Arlington.”
said Chester
“Tf you’d ever ceased to believe it possible
I might turn over a new leaf, I think I might be trav~
eling the same old road now. The fact that you had
confidence in me, for all of what I had done and been,
caused me to brace up at last. I took your advice and |
cut out my old associates. You warned me that that 1
was the only way in which I could stick to good resolu- |
tions. You know I’ve tried it before. Every time I .
did so I hung onto my old chums, and that was my :
mistake. In order for me to resist temptation | have |
to keep away from it. If 1 come to Yale, I’m going to |
look out and-get into the right crowd.”
“That’s right!” cried Dick. “And if you comé here,
you'll find me ready to help you in any way I can.” 4
June gave Dick a erateful look. ¢ Z Bee
“With you for a friend,’ she murmured, “I’m con- 1
fident Chester will not make another false step.”
Arriving at the New Haven House, Arlington found
a' message awaiting him at the desk. It was from his
father, who explained that business had detained him _
in Boston. He would try to reach New Haven that
evening or the following forenoon, at the latest. ©
Chester secured adjoining rooms for himself and his
sister. They hung onto Dick, and made him go up to
the rooms with them. 7 |

“T owe everything to TOU, Merriwell,”
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“You must lunch with us, Merriwell; old man,”
said Arlington. / h

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Che eT : \

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“Why not?”
-“T was ordered to training-table this morning.” .
“What? You don’t mean to say you’ve made thie |
eleven? Great Scott, Merriwell, what can’t you do!”
“Oh, I don’t suppose I’m slated as a regular player,”
smiled Dick. “I got a chance when Cameron, the
right half, was knocked out in the Dartmouth game. 4

 
   
        
   
   
    
     
     
 

    

am. I think they intend to keep me with the substi-
I suppose Pll play in the smaller games, while _
Cameron will he in all the big games. fan well sat-

isfied with that. ,”

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“T should think you would be.
derful !
next.

j practise this afternoon.”

| » “I’m afraid you can’t.”

a “Why not?”

i “The team has its first secret practise to-day.”

| “Well, that’s too bad. I'd like to watch.”

; “You'll have a chance to take me around this after-

i + noon,” laughed June.

Dick ?”
| “You may expect

‘

“Shall we see you to-night,
“Without fail,”
me after supper.”
2 Merriwell found Jones in their room.
_ “Look here, Blessed,”’ he cried, “what made you
| ‘dodge? Why did you skip out?”
“Dodge?” said Jones, with pretended innocence. “‘I
didn’t dodge.”

was the answer.

ap “Yes, you did.” |
“You were,so taken up with your friends
don’t wonder at
old

“Why, no.
that you couldn’t see any one else. [

it, either. By Absalom! that was _a pretty girl,

man. And she blushed like a red, red rose when she
q. ssaw you.”
| “T think you’ve heard me speak of: Chester Arling-
el ae ton, Blessed.”
_ “V és, T have.” .

“That was Arlington and his sister.”
“Well I’m onto your curves. Never
knew you to be impolite before, but you certainly for-
got everybody else the moment your eye rested on Miss
Arlington.
appointed. Be careful, Dick!
know you'll have too many girls on your hands.”
“Oh, nonsense, Jones,” protested Merriwell. . “You
| know as well as. I a that Miss Ditson has no particu-
lar interest in me.’ .

, say, Richard,

 

“Now, I’m a little slow, old man, ie I’m not as
_ slow as you might think me. I can see a hole through

chap. I don’t suppose it’s anything serious, but I’m
certain that Mabel Ditson entertains more than a pass-
ing fancy fory you. I don’t understand how the sister
_ of a fellow like Dunc Ditson can be quite as nice as she
is. She’s all right. Why, if she should look twice in
_ my direction, I'd get all sw elled up over it. Of course,
I don’t know anything about your Miss Arlington,
You haven’t ‘unbosomed yourself in regard to her.

  

Mabel, but good looks aren’t everything, Dick.”

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By George, it’s won-
If you’re a sub this year, you'll be a regular
Say, Merriwell, I'd like to go out atid watch

te "© - Dother with bia sister that afternoon, Chester acted as
Why, Mabel Ditson looked dreadfully dis-

The first thing you

a ladder, and I know when a girl takes a liking to a.

Lots of fellows would think her better- “looking than
take you to dimer. oa may depend on that,”

   
      
  

Merriwell flung himself on a, chair and laughed
heartily

“On my word, Blessed,’
were
faced rascal,
yourself!”

To Dick’s surprise, Jones became greatly confused
over this accusation.

    
 

he said, “you talk as if this
a most serious matter. And, look here, you long-
I believe you’re smitten on Mabel Ditson

      
   
   
 
  
 
  
  
  
  
 
 
   
 
 
 
  
  
       
   
  
  
 
 
 
   
    

he protested. “Only
I don’t want to see any decent girl fooled. ‘They say
They tell things’ about
[ haven’t heard just

“Nothing in it, nothing init,”

you're a wretch, Merriwell.
you. There’s gossip in the air.
what they’re telling, but I’ve caught a bit of it.”

“I know,” muttered Dick, nodding his head. - “I
i told you of my experience at White’s last eve.
ning.”

- He then gavea full account of the affair in the Ton-
tine Restaurant.

Jones was indignant.

“Why, that fellow Whiting insulted you in public!”
‘From the bitterness of his heart he spake
words of envy.’ You ought to make him swallow it.”

“T came near that at the time. I’m not anxious to
get into trouble with Phil Whiting. 1 think perhaps
he’ll keep his mouth closed now. If he doesn’t, I shall
have to close it for him.”

he cried.

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CHAPTER VI.
CHET MEETS THE ‘DITSON
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her escort, showing her the college buildings, the gym-
nasium, the different secret-society houses, and many
other things which proved very interesting to her.

As soon as he could do so with any degree of de- »
cency, he took her back, to the hotel and left her there,
making the excuse that he wished a little time to look
around on his own hook and visit places where ladies
were not admitted. _

“What sort of places ?’’ questioned June, with a trac
of suspicion and anxiety. “Now, Chester, I a
you're not going to “

“Oh, splash!” he cried. “Don’t get silly, Junie. Yiu
know I’ve cut it out. You know there’s no danger
that I'll get gay, unless I run into old acquaintances
who tempt me, and there are none ‘of these in New
Haven. Don’t worry, about me.’ , *

“How long do you expect to ‘be gone?”

“Oh, I don’t know exactly. I'll be back in Sei

          
     
       
     
     
       
      
   

 

      
       
     
       
   
     
 

  

   

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“Do you expect to see anything of Dick?”

“Oh, I guess not. By this time he’s out at Yale
Field, practising with the rest of the football squad.
lf I get into Yale, I’m going in for football myself,
sis, and I ought to do something at it.”

Shortly after leaving the hotel he encountered four
freshmen in a manner that appeared quite accidental.
Still, accident about it. Ditson and
Kates had observed Chet while he was acting as June’s
escort, and had traced them to the hotel, picking up
Jim Pickering and Kid Lee on the way. Mel Dagett
drifted along while the four were standing on the cor-
ner, near the New Haven House.

Duncan’s malicious brain was blindly groping for
some sort of a scheme that would make trouble for
Merriwell and his friends, and he was soon assisted by
Dagett, who was ever ready to round out and polish
off Ditson’s projects. Learning the identity of the two
newcomers in New Haven, and having already heard
many things concerning Merriwell’s relations with the
Arlingtons, Dagett proposed a method of procedure
that met Dunc’ S approv al.

there was no

Bertie Lee was the only one who objected. Puffing
at his cigarette, the little chap mildly observed that it
‘was a shame to mix a girl’s name up in such business,
but the others promptly squelched him by laughter and
_ derision. Lee blushed and looked -ashamed when  rid-
-iculed as an unsophisticated chap wh6 had lots to
- learn, having but lately detached hapapelt from his
_ mother’ s apron-strings.

Be éided' by Chet’s appearance on the hotel steps,
: - Dagett promptly dodged into a drug-store, while the
others put themselves in Arlington’s way, and he was
forced to brush against them as s he attempted to pass
on the sidewalk.

“Hello! . exclaimed ' Ditson,
_ Chet for the first time.
- fellow we were speaking of.”
 ©That’s’ so,” said Kates.
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“He looks like a decent chap.”
Then he spoke to Chester.

oe your pardon,” he said. “Saw you tgii at the’
You're one of Metriwell’ s F ardale friends,

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terested in his non-success.

‘The question of getting hold of Arlington was de-_
“opening a cigarette-case and pacberietinig it towatd Ar

“There he is now—the very
we

ti ata will-power and determination.
“| “What's the use to said on, ceremony? 52 “said. Dune.

d cackle of Jaughter. ;
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“We were never friends at Fardale,” explained Ar-
lington. “In fact, we were bitter enemies.”’

“But I thought ’ repeated Dunc. on

“You fancied by our cordiality when we met to-day |
that we must have been friends at school. ‘That was «¢
natural. However, our real friendship is of recent
' date.”

“Then you are friendly now?’ said Dunc, with an
air of relief. “I’m glad of that. You see, we're all
Merriwell’s friends. We're freshmen.” ;

“His classmates,’ observed Kates, “are decidedly
interested in his success. That’s natural, you know.”

“Quite natural,” nodded Chet, “although I’ve seen
classmates of his at Fardale who were decidedly in- |
I’m glad to meet any of :

 

 

 

Dick’s friends.”
“My name is Ditson,”’
hand. “I believe your name is
“Arlington,” said Chester, shaking with Ditson.
Dunc then introduced Kates, Pickering, and ‘Leen 5%
“We'd be out to the field watching pr actise,’ he de-
clared, “but it’s See to-day.”’
“So Dick told me,’ ea Chester.
appointment for me.’ |
“Just as you came along,’ Ditson explained,
were having a little argument about what Merriwell oe
did at Fardale. Kates had an idea that he played in ee
the line, but I was sure he was one of the half- backs.” He
nodded Chet.

explained Dunc, offering his

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right half.”

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lington, .
Chester made a motion to accept a cigarette, but
stopped, smiled, and shook his head.
“Excuse me,” he said. “I’ve cut ’em out.”
“Oh, you don’t smoke?” aoneg sid
“Not now. I did once. Smoked too much for my
own good. You know a chap can smoke too much. I
‘think there's something in the theory that it weakens
He may not be
aware of it, but when he becomes a genuine fiend, he
finds it hard work to leave off other pernicious habits |
besides smoking. It’s bad for. one’s a too. If
you're going in for athletics ——” wee

“Do I look like an athlete?” piped bet, with e
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+;

- put in Lee.
for

“Merriwell was captain of the team at Fardale,
wasn't he?” questioned Kates.
* answered Chet,
tain he made, too.

“He was, “and a mighty good cap-

He knows how to handle men and
get the very best work out of them. He had a team
ready to fight till the last gasp under his leadership. 1
played football myself. I was envious of Merriwell.
Oh, yes, I don’t hesitate to acknowledge it. Thought
[ ought to be ih his shoes. Finally I—I—left Fardale
and went to Fairport, a rival school.
all Merriwell’s Fardale downed us
just the same. There were various reasons for that.
Our team didn’t cling t Every
Fardale chap worked

Although I knew
tricks and methods,

together like Merriwell’s.
like part of a machine.
some clever men at Fairport, but they were individual
players, and every fellow seemed anxious to do some
particular thing that would attract attention to him-
self. Instead of being ready to sacrifice himself for the
good of the team, he was always on the lookout for
Number One. You can’t make a first-class football-
team out of such material.”

“Why are we standing here?” said Kates.
go in somewhere and be comfortable.
round to Fred’s.

“Eet's
Let’s saunter
Won't you come along, Arlington Fe
“Fred’s?” questioned Chester. ‘What sort of a
place is it?” on
“Oh, just a free-and-easy joint,” answered Sam.
“Saloon?”
oy Bei
“Then I don’t think I’ll go. You'll excuse me.”
“Oh,” piped Tree, “T didn’t notice your W. C. T. U.
_ badge.”
Pe. Shit ap; Kid,” said Pickering “Somebody will
Ditson glanced around covertly and discovered
Dagett watching them from a distance. Mel was wait-
ing to follow them into Fred’ s. Dunc made a signal
for Dagett to approach, but the fellow seemed to mis-

_ understand. ’

“Hope we're not ‘detaining you? said Kates, ad-
dressing Arlington. “Being friends of Merriwell, we

-- like to hear anything we can about what he did at

or We all expect him to do something unusual
here.’ .

¢ should say She! d done something iritiaigal already,”
“Didn't he. win the Dartmiuth game

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eta, that was ‘something of a fluke,” interrupted
Datic. “Even Merriwell acknowledges that it was a
fluke. Of course, we were glad he took advantage of

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Dartmouth’s fumble, but sober critics acknowledge that
you can’t judge his ability by that one performance.”

“You understand,” he hastily added, fearing Chet

would fancy him seeking to disparage Dick’s feat, “you
_understand that we were all mighty proud of him.
Some fellows were afraid he might fizzle out later. It’s
a mighty hot pace he’s set for himself, and there’s a
question if he can keep it up.”

“You can bet he’ll keep it up,” said Chet. “At Far-
dale I was not the only one who fancied he had cut out
Of course, he
made some mistakes, for that is human; but, taken al-
together, ‘he was, next to his brother, the best football
and baseball captain Fardale ever saw.”

“Once more behind his back Ditson beckoned to
Dagett.

“No matter how much you may have disliked Merri-
well at one time,” “you're certainly friendly
enough now. I suppose your rivalty in athletics was
the only cause for your dislike of him at school ?”

“Well,” faltered Chester, “that was the—the princi-
pal cause.” | 7

At last Dagett had taken his cue. He now came
rushing up in a breathless manner, as if he had just
observed his friends. Seizing Ditson by the shoulder,
he hissed : {

“Say, fellows, Merriwell’s got to stop Whiting’s
mouth! That fellow is shooting off again. He’s ma-
king a lot of talk about Merriwell and some girl by the
name of June Ar P

a hotter pace than he could maintain.

he grinned,

 

Ditson gave Dagett a hasty jab with his elbow, ap-
parently cutting the fellow A Quickly as possible
he said:

“Let me introduce you to one of Merriwell’s school-
mates and friends, Mel. Mr. Dagett, Mr. Arlington.”

gasped Mel, apparently
greatly confused. “Why, you—you—er—I don’t sup-
pose ” | \

Chet’s face had flushed and then paled. :

“T’m the brother of Miss June Arlington,” he said, —
his voice taking a harsh note... “Did I understand you _
to mention her name as you came up?”

“Er—er—Arlington?”

 

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CHAPTER VII,
ARLINGTON AROUSED.

Apparently Dagett was completely upset. He
floundered about in a pretense of ae giving :
Ditson a look of appeal.
Duncan started to say sees but hé, too, seemed

 

      
        
  
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Chester grimly.

something of a masher here.

| that. ;

12 ee Te.

to be at a loss for words, and he closed his mouth,
leaving Dagett to explain as best he could.

“V’m-—Il’m very sorry,” said Mel, in a low tone. “I
didn’t notice you, Mr. Arlington. I didn’t know there
was a stranger present. You see, we're all friends of
Merriwell’s, and we don’t like to have any one slander
him.” :

“So some. one was slandering Merriwell?” said
“And my. sister’s name was men-
tioned? You'll do me a favor, Mr. Dagett, if you'll
explain more definitely. What could any one say in
the way of slander connecting my sister and Dick Mer-
riwell ?”

“Oh,
funny.

Whiting, think’s~ he’s
he fancies he can say

I suppose that fool,
3ecause he’s a junior,

' anything he pleases about a freshman.”

“But, whoever he is, he can’t say capi he pleases

about my sister!’

Atlington’s eyes were flashing.
With difficulty Ditson repressed a show of satisfac-
tion, for thing's were taking the course he desired. He

had fancied this fellow rather haughty and quick-tem-
-pered, and it was his conviction that Arlington would
brook no insult toward his sister, however slight. Dune.
waited anxiously to see with what cleverness Dagett
would work on the fellow’s feelings and passions.

Mel muttered, “they call Merriwell
He’s

Of course, it was all innocent enough. Ditson knows
_Ditson’s sister is acquainted with Merriwell.”

i Ot KHOW,

_ As the speaker paused, Arlington recalled the fact
- that on arriving in New Haven he had discovered Mer-

-riwell at the station in company with several girls, and

apparently enjoying that company to the fullest extent.
Knowing nothing of the Aunt Emma joke, Chester

wondered somewhat over Dick’s more than friendly

parting with Agnes Jones and Orsola Everness, ‘recall -

ing the fact that one of the girls had tossed Him a kiss
HH from the window as the train pulled out.

So they regard Merriwell asa “masher!” ? By

) “You seemed rather excited ahd angry itch a
came up, Mr. pase if att ee grimly.

“You

‘the mouth ofa certain person 6 the name of Whiting,

who had said aia saned Aye aX” sister.

been pretty gay.”

oN ow, Mr.
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about his faculty for breaking hearts, and
so forth. I wasn’t there—none of us was there. We
heard all about it, though. W hiting seemed to have
the idea that Merriwell had left a broken heart behind
him when he came to college. He practically stated
that er—er—that a certain person tried to kill Merri-
a—er—sort of affair between

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tered Dick

well on account of a
Merriwell and—and

This faltering, hesitating, confused explanation was
enough to complete Arlington’s indignant anger. His
face burned hotly as he saad

“And what did Merriwell do?”

“Oh, he was being entertained by a lot of juniors,
you know,” replied Dagett. ‘He couldn’t: make a
scene in White’s, so he laughed like the others.”

“He laughed, did he?” said Chet, his voice harsher
than ever. “And he failed to resent this insult to my
sister? No wonder the chap who made that talk is still
talking! You have heard him say something, I fancy.”

“Oh, yes, Happened to see him in Murphy’s. He
was with some of his friends. They had quite a laugh
over the way Whiting had rubbed it into Dick. Whi-
ting assured them that there must be some truth in the —
story or Dick would brand it as a lie.”

“Will you kindly take me to Murphy’s,”
Chester. “I'd like to see this man, Whiting, about a
minute.” (

“I don’t blame you,’ ’ sdid Ditson. “By George! you
have a right to stop this gossip. We'll go along with
you. Come on, fellows.”

They set out for Murphy’s.

CHAPTER VIIL

THE ENEMY ASSERTS ITSELF,

At Murphy’s they found a tall, slim, pale-faced chaps
leaning against the bar, with his foot on the rest, slowly
sipping some sort of a frappéd, green drink in a small, |
thin glass. : gaa

This chap looked round with a somewhat startled
expression as they entered, but seemed relieved on

recognizing them. He nodded familiarly to Ditson_
and his friends, greeting them each by name, |
“How. are you, Du Boise,” said Dune, wlancing
around, BSF, aCe 7
Arlingtor#had paused, with his eyes fastened on 1 the

| “Oh, no,” said Duncan, “this is not the man. — This
is a classmate of ours. Mr. Arlington, Mr, Du Bois
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he said.
het shook hands ina disappointed way, tried to say

“A great pleasure, Mr. Arlington,”

something agreeable, then turned and muttered in Dit-
son’s ear.
“It seems that Mr. Whiting is not here.
‘kindly inquire about him.”
~“T say, Hal,” said Duncan,
here?”’

Will you

 “Only.a few minutes,” replied Du Boise. “Just
long enough for Jack to ice this one for me.”
“Seen anything of Phil Whiting?” 6
“Not this afternoon.”
Ditson next addressed the barkeeper, inquiring if he

‘knew Whiting. He did not, but, on receiving’ a de-

scription of the junior, he acknowledged that it was
possible Whiting had been there a short time before.

Up to this point Dagett had kept mum, fearing he
might trip himself in case he spoke up hastily. He
now ventured to say: .

“Oh, yes, |
AOR ac tact.”

1e was here within an hour. J know that

“Never mind Whiting, boys,’ murmured the
with the green drink. Have something on me.”

“Where shall we look for this man, now! ?”’ muttered

chap

“Tt’s evident he’s hitting it up a little this afternoon,”
returned Dunc. “You see, he’s a disappointed candi-

the team he’s been going it pretty hard. Likely we will
Bee find him somewhere if we make the rounds.”
 “Let’s not lose time,” urged Chet.

. Pickering, Dagett, Lee, and Kates had already ac-
& dated the invitation of Du Boise.

"Give me a bucket of suds, Jack,” said the little
( ‘freshman, standing on tiptoes anid peering over the bar.

 

“The same,” said Dagett.
“Make it a light one for me,”
— “T'Ilt take a small one, too,”
-“Peculi iar that you chaps take pleasure in deluging
your stomachs with such stuff,” observed Du Boise,
vith a slow, far-away smile. “I’ve cut beer out lately.
‘It’s a plebe drink. It’s only fit for babies,”

.7 “Now, don’t protested Kates.
“You know some of us fellows may play football on
our class-team. If we do, we'll Pe ex pected to abstain
from everything, including beer.’ , oe

nodded Kates.
said Pickering.

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“You seem to take a joke hard, Sam,” murmuted
Du Boise, as he turned toward Ditson and Arlington.
“What will you gentlemen have ?” ;

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At this Du Boise raised a
by the others.

“If you're going to tell Phil Whiting a few things,”’
said Ditson, “it won’t hurt you to take a drink. You'll
find Whiting a very haughty individual.”

gentle protest, being joined

In truth, Chester was already on the verge of yield-
ing to temptation.
bottles

The barroom odor, the sight of

and glasses, the seductive atmosphere, had

found dif-
The enemy within him awoke at once

aroused in him a strong craving which he
ficult to resist.
and clamored for liquor. He had fancied that enemy
choked into subjection, if not wholly vanquished, but
now it rose strong and fierce to grip him by the heart
and take command of his will.

Ee realized the peril, and he sought in a feeble way
to fight against this enemy. Even as he falteringly ob-
jected, he permitted Ditson to take his arm and bring
him up to the bar.

There was a flush high on Arlington’s cheeks, and
his eyes glittered.

“T’ll have just one,’ he muttered, “just one. Give
me rye, barkeeper.”’
“And that’s a man’s drink,’ nodded Du Boise.

“Yours, Ditson ?”’

“A little of the same.” * |

“And you may mix another of these for me, Jack,”
said the pale chap, pushing his glass across the bar.

“A particular friend of yours, Mr. Ditson?” he
questioned, with a nod toward Arlington.

“A particular friend of one of my_ particular
friends,’ explained Dunc, with a wink. “Mr. Arling-
ey are friends
of Dick Merriwell.”’

Du Boise lifted his thin eyebrows. |

“Oh, yes,” he murmured, ‘come to think of it, I
fancy I have heard: that name, Arlington, lately. I
can’t remember just where I heard it or under what
circumstances, oa I’m sure I’ve heard it,”

The color in Chet’s cheeks deepened.

Behind Arlington’s back Dagett grinned maliciously.

 

“I was just telling him ” began Mel, but he was
promptly checked by Ditson. *

“If Mr. Arlington wants to speak of it, Hal, it’s all
he said.

“According to reports,” gaid Chester, “‘you may have
heard some gossip which connected my sister’s name
with that of Dick Merriwell. I’m now seeking the
source of that gossip. Merriwell is out at the footba'l-

- fiel Id, but I’m here, and I propose to find Mr. Philip a

Whiting and have a few words with him.”

     
   

    
  
  
    
    
  
    
  
 
 
   
 

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“that’s ite [t was

9’)

“By Jove!” muttered Du Boise,
Whiting. He was the fellow who—

“Yes, he’s the fellow!” rasped Arlington, grasping
the whisky-bottle and pouring out a stiff drink; “he’s
the fellow I am looking for. I intend to make him
swallow some of his talk.”

Du Boise’s eyes swiftly surveyed Chester from head
to feet.

“Whiting is a bit heavier than you,” he observed,
“and a! year or two older. I understand that he’s a
clever boxer.”

‘All the better!” exclaimed Chet fiercely. “If he
3 were a professional scrapper, I’d demand an apology
from him just the same.”’

The barkeeper was clinking some crushed ice and
liquid in a shaker. He now refilled Du Boise’s glass
and pushed it in front of the fellow.,

Harold permitted his eyes to wander the length of
the bar, and observed that every one was served, where-
upon he daintily lifted his glass with a thumb and fin-
\ ger, clasping the delicate stem.
“Here’s my regards, : everybody,
here’s luck to you, Mr. Arlington.”
Chester tossed off a raw whisky at a swa rallow, fol-
lowing it with a chaser of water. Kid Lee struggled
valiantly with his big glass of beer, which he heartily

>

he said, “and

hibition of thirst and a show of pleasure. Ditson took
_ the smallest sort of a drink, diluting it with a double
amount of water.

. Arlington felt the whisky electrifying him in the
manner he anticipated, but, while in advance he had
fancied he: would stop with one drink, he now experi-
enced a double desire for more. In the early days of
- his indulgence a single drink had seemed sufficient to
nerve him for anything, but, as the sagny took posses-
ston of him and asserted itself, he’ gradually came to
require double the original amount, and in time this
was far from sufficient to key him to the point he de-
sired. In the height of his wild-oat sowing he had
regarded the first drink as a bracer, the second as'a
steadier, and those which fol lowed as producers of
nerve, energy, and determination. He now decided to
take a “steadier,” and, therefore, he inquired what his
Reena would have. They all called for “the
same,” although Lee. hesitated and would have made
_ it a light one had he not feared the others would laugh

vat him.

rN

“We can’t blame you, Mr. Arlington, for resenting
| ~ Whiting’s cheap talk,” said Ditson. “It has been a
: ‘surprise to me that Merriwell hasn’ t resented it. But

  

disliked, but which he sought to get down with an ex-.

  

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a junior, as it might hurt his popularity.’
“T can’t understand him sacrificing any one’s good ©
name for such a reason,” said Chester. | :
“Well, to tell you the truth, I didn’t understand it *
myself,’ nodded Duncan. m8

 

Lee produced his cigarette-case and passed it ‘sib
Du Boise accepted one, and extended the case toward
Arlington.

Withowt the |
rette.

Lee whistled softly to himself.

east hesitation, Chester took. a ciga-

By the time the second round of drinks was ready
they had lighted their cigarettes, Arlington inhaling his |
with an evidence of pleasure, even though his flushing
face still wore an expression of suppressed indignation
and rage.

Dagett managed to whisper itr Ditson’s ear:

“We've got him going. If he runs across Whiting,
there'll be a hot time. As long as he’s Merriwell’s
friend, Merriwell is bound to be pulled into it. We’re
fixing up a nice warm stew for little Dickie boy.” :

“Sh!” cautioned Duncan. “Be careful. Don't say
a word.” |

After having that second drink, they left 1 Musitey's
Du Boise accompanying them, and started to make the
round of the resorts, in any of which Chester nt oe:
run across Whiting. od

CHAPTER Heros

AROUND THE GREEN TABLE.

      
     
     
     
       
     
     
   
     
     
       
       
  

Twilight was deepening into darkness, and lamps oF
had been lighted, ere they came at last to Fred’s. Ree
“Tf we don’t find him here,” said Ditson, “Tdom ts
“know just where to look for him.” R
“But I do,” declared Chet, his tongue thick anil his
steps unsteady.
Where?’ ;
“His room.”
“But you wouldn’t——” aren
“Wouldn’t I? You bet your life I would! Pia
ready to follow him into his mother’s pantry and take |
it out of him there. No one can slander my sister. “Es
. won't stand for it. She’s finest girl that ever lived.
She’s all right. If Dick Merriwell’s going to let some-~_
body make cheap talk bout her, Pll tell him what +
think, I’ S like to see him, too. I want you to under-
stand |’ ve got a SISten- " a
“Steady, old man, ” cautioned Ditson

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in here. “There’s a crowd. Don’t let everybody hear
you.”

“Don’t care who hears me!” ‘declared Chet fiercely.

“But you don’t want to make too mutch talk, you
know.”

“There’s been too ‘much talk already. So’ Merriwell
‘bout June just ‘cause he didn’t want to
have. any trouble. with a junior—just *cause he was

_ “fraid he would hurt his own pop’larity.”

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“But you know he’s bound to make the eleven, and
almost any little thing might give him a setback.”

“Deuced snobbish of him. He’s become a snob,
that’s plain. Wait a I get a chance, [ll tell him so.
Come on, let’s g’win.’

As usual at thie hour, there was a boisterous crowd
of young fellows in Fred’s. They lined the bar, joking
and laughing, the most of them drinking beer.

Arlington paused and looked them over with blear-
ing eyes.” i

“Which one is it?” he asked, reaching for Ditson’s
fz arm and missing it by six inches. “Just point him
ee OMe.

~~ “I don’t see him here.’

o. There was a little side room, in which some fellows
j fc ( “were lounging, and Chester stepped into the doorway,
a, _ gtasping the door-jamb to steady himself.
es there a man by the name of Whiting here?” he
_ inquired huskily. , :

   
  

i _ They regarded him with mingled indifference and
i amusement.

   
  
  

~-**Tovely. ice,”
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Ditson appeared at Cl rester’s shoulder and surveyed
ae room. :

_ “Not here, Arlington,” he said,

_ “Where, where the devil—_—_”

  
  
 

| “Hello!” cried a chap from behind a piaoe stein,
there’s Dotty Ditty. Friend of Yours, Dit? Lay. him

_ away gently. Lee eS |
7 _ Chester oe perceptibly as Duncan drew ee

   

    
  
  
  
  
 

ey here’ Ss Whiting’ s room?” he mumbled. “That's”
next place.” | |
: “Whiting will be i in ue before dinner,” asserted

  

ore This i is a good ek to meet him. You know
e e couldn’ t go. to his t rooms and make ' rumpus. We'd

- “That’s the way to pass away the time.

* ast a minute,
When. I play poker I’m a piker.

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and be comfortable until that fellow
Come on.”
Although he objected to the delay,

turns up.
all with you.
Arlington per-
mitted them to escort him up stairs and into the little
where there was a round, baize-covered table

They found seats at the table

room,
ad plenty of chairs,
and ordeted drinks.

Chester pounded the table with his fist and an-
nounced ina loud voice that he would kill the man who
had slandered his sister. Although he was intoxicated,
none of the others were in that condition. After get-
ting him well started, they had taken pains to drink
lightly themselves..

Du Boise opened a drawer and produced a pack of
cards and‘a box of poker chips.

“A little game while we're waiting,” he proposed.
I suppose you
play, Arlington ?”’

Now there was but one thing in Chester’s list of vices
which had secured upon him a stronger hold than gam-
blitig, and that was the thing which almost invariably
accompanies gambling—drinking. Chester was in con-
dition to go the limit.. At sight of those cards and
chips he seemed temporarily to forget the object that
had seduced him from saloon to saloon.and landed him.
in Fred’s in his present condition.

“Yes, I play,” he said, “All right, fellows.
game? What’s limit ?”

What’s

“Anything you say, as long as it’s enough to be in-
teresting,’ nodded Du ‘Boise. ‘We can lock the door
after our drinks are served, and we'll be secluded and
private as you please in here. If the man you want to
see turns up, there’s a fellow down stairs who'll let us -

noc

know.”

Chester felt in his pockets and Geen a wad of
money.

“Guess I can stay while if *tain’t too steep,” he
grinned drunkenly, | “How’s ten and dollar ?”

“Why, that’s all right,” an Du Boise quickly.

“That’s a nice, easy little game.’

“A what?” chirped Lee. “Jerusalem! I wouldn't
I haven’t five plunks in my. clothes.
oe. ante and ten-
cent limit is about steep | srouee for sey 2 8
“We'll let you: look on,” said Du Boise. .
“And I think I’d better look on, too,”
Pickering. . ;
Dagett, Ditson, and Kates agreed to. play, and Du
Boise smilingly observed that a Hivectiati tte canna was i

:

suggested |
“A dollar-limit game is too steep for me.”

 
       
   
  

   
 

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The drinks were brought and placed on the table.
The waiter collected from the players the price of their
“sittings.” When he retired, the door was closed and
locked.

Du Boise was chosen as banker, and each chap be-
gan with ten dollars’ worth of chips.

Arlington seemed to brace up a little; although he
was inclined to talk too much.

“Haven't played for two months,” he said, with a
hiccough. “Had some great games up at Silver
Springs, in the Blue. Hills, this summer. Hot old
times, hot old times. All sorts of doings up there.
Want to look out for me. Feel this is my lucky night.
Liable to hurt you. You’re good fellows, all of you.
Don’t like to hurt you. Just like to be sociable and
have little fun. Whosh deal? My deal? All right,
ll deal.”

--He fumbled the cards and dropped two or three on
the floor. They were recovered and returned to him
by Dagett. :

Lee had purchased more cigarettes, and he passed
them around. Chester lighted one, and hung it pend-
ently on a- wet lip.

“Look out, Kid,” warned Kates, with a laugh.
“You'll ‘make yourself sick.if you ‘keep on.
pny like a fiend td-night.”’ ,

“This is my night to smoke,” chuckled the fledgling
freshman, “If I had money, this would be my night
to play poker. I’ve got to hit up the old lady. She
doesn’t provide me with enough money. She doesn’t
realize how much money.a man needs at college. Ifa
fellow’s going to be anybody, he’s got to have plenty
of dough.” ie

You're

“That’s right,’ agreed Chet,
know by ’sperience. Used to get ‘lowance from my
mother at school. Sometimes ’twasn’t ‘nough. Some-
times I had to press her for more. I was great at that.
But, you see, my old man had plenty of dough in those
days, You've heard of him, you fellows. You've
heard of D. Roscoe Arlington. That’s my father. He
was the real thing until he lost his nerve and let a lot
of sharks bleed him. Used to be proud to tell folks
my father was D.’ Roscoe Arlington. Not so proud
now. ,Old man’s got few dollars left, but he pinches
em hard—he pinches ’em hard. He hates to’give up.
I’m coming to Yale. Place for me.
bout chucking me gut on a rancl, but he’ s quit that.
T’ve had to walk a chalk-mark lately in order to get
that fool notion out of his head. Oh, I’ve been a Sun-

day-school scholar, What say? What’s that? Up to ,

me? Who’ sh done bia ee Who rong anc You

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‘ upward on the table.

“that’s just right. I .

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Old man talked -

took three or four small pots, and continued ae
ing his sympathy for the others. ’ .

grinned.

    

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stay, Dit? *Scuse familiarity.
Dit

“That’s nodded Ditson. “I reckon you
as one of my friends, and I like to have my friends
familiar. Yes, I stayed for fifty cents. Du Boise
stayed, too. Dagett is out. What do you do?”

Chester fumbled his cards and dropped an ace face

Other fellows call you

all right,”

 

“Make it a dollar,” he finally said, pushing i in a blue
chip.

“That lets me out,”
white one.”

“You're starting right off the reel, aren’t you, Chet ?”’
chuckled Ditson. “Wished I hadn’t stayed, now. As
long as I’m in-for fifty, Pll have to make good.”’.

He pushed out another red chip, his example being
followed by Du Boise.

Then the trio drew cards. Chester had a pair of
aces, but he held up a “kicker” in the form’of-a deuce.
When he picked up his cards he found that he had
secured another ace andja deuce, which ave e him a full
hand.

It was, Ditson’s bet, and he pushed out a cpt chip,
after frowning at his cards.

Du Boise called, but Arlington added a blue ars:
and Ditson shook his head. | ha
“T don’t believe two small pairs are good enofigh,”
he said. “‘T’ll leave it to Hal.’’ tt

Du Boise called Arlington. ae
— “T’'ve got next thing to fours,” said Chet. “Just
look at those three bullets and that pair of jig
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“Not for me to-night,” said Chester pouehaee Cee ‘at
you this is my lucky night. I sympathize with you
‘fellows in advance. If. you stay by me, I warn a
that you'll be skinned to the bone.”

  
    
  
   
  
 

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always been gentleman.

want to miss him.

as Chester’s whisky was placed before him.
you better cut it down some?”

just begun.

lege, you better lemme ‘lone. I'l find ‘nother crowd
to play chip with- Won’t need such a terrible ‘mount
of dough from the old gent. Always was lucky at
cards. Must be truth in the old saying, for I’ve been
unlucky at love. Oh, yes, I’ve had it. Never got it

quite’s bad’s Merriwell, though. You fellows see my

sister? You did, Katie. You did, Dit., Ain’t she all
right? She’s’ peach. You wonder Merriwell got
smashed on her? I was sore on him at time. That

didn’t make me like him any better. Tried to make
June give him shake, but she wouldn’t. And that’s
just-what this fellow Whiting’s made all his cheap talk
He lied when he said I tried to kill Merriwell
Nothing in it. Merriwell’s
Can’t understand why
That’s

‘bout.
on ’count of my. sister.
he
s what makes
That’s what makes me sizzle. Didn’t think
it of him. He'll findjout what I think! You bet he
will. I’m going to have a talk with him after I see
Mr. Whiting. Let’s have ‘nother drink. Push button,
Riley.

Lee complied and opened the door when a waiter
knocked on it. | | ook

“Say, waiter,” said Chester, “ain’t seen nothing of
man by name of Whiting down-stairs, have you? Don’t
I'll get him if I have to chase him

didn’t knock the head off Whiting.
me hot.

under his own bed.”’

The waiter replied that Whiting had not been in.
Another round of drinks was ordered, and the game
continued whiie they were being brought.

“That’s rather stiff, old man,” observed Du Boise,
“Hadn’t

He was afraid the drink would knock Arlington out

to such an extent that he would not be able to play

cards. ; ; °
“What’s matter with you?” laughed Chester.
Just got so I feel right. You lemme ‘lone.
I know my capacity. I know what I can handle.
Don’t size me up with the Kid. He’s just broke loose.

He's just got out on the turf. Maybe he’ll be a man

some time. Here’s how. Here’s looking at you. Down
_ the brook.” :

- Dagett shook his head at Du Boise, and all felt that
it would be wise to refrain from further drinking.

The game continued, with fortune fluctuating, al-

thou@h some time passed before Arlington got a hard
bump.
flush and overbetting it in a reckless manner, as he
believed Du Boise BeOS having twice Set Hal at
that game, |

The inevitable happened, Chester having a

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Du Boise had a full house and raked the-pot.

Arlington was compelled to buy more chips.

“Fooled me that time,” he admitted. “That's
right. Pll get it all back. Can’t keep
me from getting it back.” This is my lucky night, I tell
you.” 2

But at last the fickle goddess deigned him nothing
but frowns.

all

Never mind.

As his luck continued to run bad he grew
desperate ‘and sotight to “bull the game.” Had
been sober, he would have l:nown the folly of this, but
his condition was one that prevented him from using
good judgment. Again and again he bought chips.
Finally he grew sullen and ugly.
“Devilish queer!” he growled,
Du Boise.

“Too bad,” said the pale chap. “I was afraid it
might happen that way when you took the first pot.”’

suspiciously eying

“Deyilish queer !”
over me every time.
dunno—I dunno.”

“Why, certainly it’s all right, old man,’ asserted
Ditson. “We play a square game here. If you lose
your money, you can rést assured that you-lose it hon-
estly. There are no thieves in this bunch.”

“Have to take your word for it,” said Chet; but it
was plain that he remained dissatisfied and suspicious.

Ffis money was dwindling rapidly. Even though he
finally gathered gn two small pots, Du Boise’s winning
streak was not broken.

In a hazy way Chester finally-apprehended that he
had purchased his last stack of chips unless there came
a change.

repeated Chester. “You just hold
I suppose it’s all right, but |

With the very next pot he discovered three ten-spots
in his hand. Du. Boise opened for a dollar. Dagett
stayed in, and Chester craftily did the same, fancying
that either Kates or Ditson might raise. This seemed
a Sood piece of playing, for Kates had two big pair,
and he pushed out two blue chips.

Ditson dropped his cards.

Du Boise saw ‘Kates, and raised him another blue
one.

Dagett growled, but fiddle good. |

Chet followed Dagett’s example.

Having a lucky feeling, Kates raised again.

“Well, I think that will satisfy me,” laughed Du —
Boise, pushing out chips to equal Kates’ raise. ia

Still growling, Dagett once more made good.

“But now it’s my turn,” said Arlington. “I'll boost
her a dollar.” — |
Kates “got cold feet” ina moment, and simply made
good, Par
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Du Boise and Dagett did likewise, and there was a
fancy bunch of chips on the table before the draw.

Ditson dealing, Du Boise took one card.

“Two. pair for him,” decided Chester.
have threes, but I doubt it.”

Dagett' also took one card.

“A four-flush for him,” was Chester’s conclusion.

He called for two cards, on the
table before him until Kates drew.
across his eyes, he watched Kates’ face and felt cer-
tain the follow had not bettered his hand.

With Du Boise it was difficult to tell what had
The chap’s face remained calm and unread-

“He may

but let them lay
Brushing a hand

happened.
able.
The betting began again, and Kates was driven out
on the very first round. Dagett had filled a four-flush,
and therefore he sat fast.

In a few moments Arlington found that he would
have to call or make a raise. He did not wish to call,
as he had secured another ten-spot on the draw.

"Td like to borrow ten dollars,” he said.
-want more, but I’ll take ten to start with. Who'll loan
me?” |
~“T never lend money across the board,”
Boise coldly. ‘It’s a rule I’ve made, and I decline to
break it. TP’ve found it hurts my luck.’

The others simply echoed Du Boise’s words.

Arlington was indignant. Ro

ee: “Pm a gentleman!” he exclaimed hotly. “I always

pay my card debts. Can’t you lend me some money,
_ Pickering?”

“Haven't got it,” said Pickering. ‘

“You know I didn’t come in because I ai have.

_ money,” Lee hastened to remark, .
: “All right,” said Chester. | “It’s a shame to call on a
hand like this, but I’m forced, I’ve got to do it. I’ve
got you beaten, Dagett. Your flush is no good. I
_ don’t know what you caught, Du Boise, but if it’s a full
"house, throw it away. I have four tens,” :
—« “So you have,” said Du Boise, paying no attention
to Dagett, who was Sip aateaty eEPayaG his flush.
“That's a good hand-
aed eee so,” laughed Chester, reaching for the
pot.

“_but sas guite good dicikets added Du Bbise as

he displayed his optds: “You'll ‘see that : have four 7

typewriters.”

_ He exposed four queens, and rileed in the ctiipe’

im Blazes!”” grated Arlington, staring: at the cards.
“Wh re did me get all varie dae i?

to

“T may

said Du |

hgarsely inquired,
Where is he?”

you want to see me

“Had them all the time,’ smiled Du Boise. “I
didn’t need to draw at all.”

“Who dealt ?”

“Ditson.” :

“Well, it may be all right,” said Chester, risiig and
upsetting his chair. “I haven’t any proof that it fsn’t,
but I want to.say that, if you’re a square player, you
of any man I ever saw. I’m
broke. I’m going to get out.” |

He fumbled at the door, and Lee turned the key for
him.

“Hadn’t you better wait awhile?” said Du Beise.

have the cursedest luck

“We'll quit directly. You don’t have to tear yourself

away like this, old man. You know we're going

99

But Chester was already stumbling down the stairs.
“He'll be lucky if he doesn’t fall and break his, neck!”
hissed Dagett, with a grin. “] reckon we've taken

some of the starch out of Mr. Merriwell’s friend. iS
also reckon that we’ve fixed him so he’s liable to climb —
on Merriwell’s neck.” i .
“who’s lost any
Well, Vl make |

“Let me see,” said Du Boise,
money? Are you pebiads Dagett.
that all right with you.”

“Gee whiz!” Lee whispered to himself, apparently

making a discovery that surprised him,
Arlington was up against the whole bunch of’ CM aig

In the meantime Chester had reached the foot of the )

stairs, and started to grope his faltering way out  _
As he was passing the door of thie 2

thr ough the saloon. .
little side rdom opposite the bar a name reached his —
ears and stopped him in his tracks. A thrill shot over’
him, and he turned toward that door, through we ie

he stepped.

“Did I hear some one in here called Whiting” he .
eon looking for that person.

Phil ‘Whiting was there, and he arose with un. four
feet.of Arlington. bea

“That's my name,” he eae
2

im Whiting. Do :
_ “Whiting, of the class of umpty-eight: E dconanee
Chet, g Barns with bloodshotten eyes -at the fellow,

“Yes, sir.”
“Then let me tell you, sir,’ | ated d Acuion Heel
“let me tell you that A rea blackguard and a liar! Ps

E CHAPTER XL.
WITH GLOVES. \

Ontick asa 1 flash Whiting struck Ativeters acros:
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“that fellow -
and swaying as he was, this blow sent Chet reeling
against the wall.

An instant later a hard fist landed with a pistollike
crack against Whiting’s Jaw, and he was hurled into the
¥ arms of a companion.

: Dick Merriwell’s fist had delivered that blow.

é, For a moment Whiting was dazed, but he recovered
| _with a snarl, and sought to get at Merriwell.

*the Aiee The fellows in that room intervened and held him
oi off.

38 “Let me go!” panted the juniér, “He hit me!”

- | | “And you struck an intoxicated man,” said Merri-

: well. “Further than that, he’s a friend of mine.”

4 Dick was accompanied by Janes Bigelow, and
Tucker.
|e Arlington had risen, his lips cut and icaay. He

was trying to reach Whiting, but Dick caught him by
the arm and restrained him.

“Steady, Chet, old fellow,” he said.
place for a brawl. Don’t forget that.”
“But that cursed liar has been

about——”
“He'll have to apologize,”’ said Dick.
“Why didn’t you make him apologize before, Merri
well? Why did you stand for it? I didn’t think you'd
stand for anything fike that.
_ “Who is that drunken fool?” asked Whiting.
“My name is Arlington,” flung back Chester.
_ my sister you've slandered.” She-——.”’
“Out of respect for June,” whispered Dick, gripping
- Chet’s arm, “don’t say any more in this place. Look
out for him, Bigelow.”
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Bouncer ed ce in his arms and
dragged him away, in spite of struggles and protests.

“Hold on, Merriwell!” ¢ried Whiting, who was pale
with rage. “You can’t sneak out now. I demand sat-

isfaction.”

“And it will be my pleasure to give you all the satis-
faction you're looking for,” said Dick.
~ “You hit me.”

sean |

“You'll have to fight.” :

“Very well.” . |

By this time a bartender and a waiter were in the
midst of the fellows, ordering them outside.

_ “We'll go,” said Whiting, “but don’t let Merriwell
= get away.” |
_ “There’s no danger of that,”
has no desire to get away.”

The lads poured out of Fred’s onto the street. When
they were outside, Paul Rossmore, one of Whiting’s

  

assured Dick. “He

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friends, announced that he knew a place where the
“little trouble’? might be settled without fear of inter-
ruption from the police. In a few moments they were
all following Rossmore, who led the way to a private
gymnasium, admitting ‘them with the aid of his own
key.

“This is the place,”
electric lights.
butt in.” : ;

“It’s my affair,” declared Arlington, who had some-
what sobered. ‘‘This blackguard, Whiting, must fight
me.” 4

Once more Merriwell appealed to Bigelow. Lay
“He couldn’t fight i
Whiting would finish him 3

he said, as he snapped on the
“You can settle it here, and no one will

“Keep him away, Big,’’ he said.
any one in that condition.
easily.” ne _

So Bouncer once more took charge of Chet, and
threatened to sit on him unless he let up.

“Why, you couldn’t whip.a sick cat,” said the fat
“T can’t scrap, bus I could do you up with one
hand tied behind me. This is more Merriwell’s affair
than it is yours, anyhow.”’ ?

“That’s right, Bouncer,’ chirped Tommy Tucker.
“The rescue squad must do its duty. If Merriwell
hadn’t got wind of the fact that his friend Arlington
I can see what would have
We found him just in time.”

“There has been more than one scrap to a finish in
this place, gentlemen,” said Rossmore. “I’ve had the
pleasure of witnessirig several myself. We’re properly
supplied with the right kind of gloves.”

“I don’t care to fight with gloves,” said Whiting
fiercely. “Bare fists are good enough for me.”

      
     
 

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was painting the town,
happened to Arlington.

          
   
       
           
 

‘“Now, don’t be a’ fool, Phil,’ whispered Rossmore.
“The freshman can scrap some, and he'll be liable to
mark you up with bare fists. With gloves you can
knock him out just the same, and you ‘may not get any —
marks yourself. Better take the gloves, oldman.”

“All right,” agreed Whiting; ‘ fag ‘as you say. ts
leave you to make the arrangements.”

Grimly Merriwell stripped and ee for the —
encounter.

“You make arrangements, jotes,” he said.
you to see to that.” Se

    
           
       
     
     
     
     
   
    

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Therefore Blessed consulted with Rossmore, and

they reached a decision on the sort of a fight it should

Jones urged that there should be no interruption —

of the affair after it began, but Rossmore objected, and

insisted that, “Whiting being the one forced into the

fight, the encounter’ should be pulled off in the regular
manner by rounds, with rests of thirty seconds.

 
     
     
     
    
     
     
     

 
 

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‘that you’re making
We're not prize-
is satisfaction

“Tt strikes me,” objected Jones,
a regular prize-fight of this affair.
fighters. What Merriwell demands
for fe

sneered Rossmore. ‘Why, I
who demanded satisfaction.

“Ts that so, freshie?”’
fancied it was Whiting
You're getting ahead of yourself, and you’d better back
up. Hither/Mertiwell fights by rounds, or he gets hum-
ble and apologizes right away. You’re here, and the
door is locked. I have the key in my pocket.”

“Sort of a bulldozing game, is it!” rasped Blessed.
“All right, have it your way. And let me tell you
your man will be lucky if he goes more than one
round.”

“There’s just one thing I have against your toom-
mate, Jones,’ said Rossmore. “I acknowledge. he’s a
smart chap, but he’s all blown ttp with conceit, which
must be taken out of him. He considers himself alto-
gether too important in the world.. A freshman who
hits a junior is due to’ get something that will teach
him a good, healthy lesson.”

“Verily I say unto you, it’s a wonder that Merriwell
didn’t hit Whiting before to-night,” returned Jones.
“Whiting made a bid for a good punch in the mouth
when he slurred Dick in the Tontine. ‘His soul is de-
voured by envy, and his heart is eaten with the canker
of hatred. He hath spoken lying words, and by the
speech of his mouth shall he be judged.’ Have it

your own:way, Mr. Rossmore, but you want to under-

stand that this is going to be a square scrap. Vl time

the rounds myself.”

“And I shall act as referee,” announced Rossmore.
\ 3,

“Don’t worry. Your chum will get all that’s due him.

_ By the way, I think you better have an assistant time-

keeper. You might call ‘Time!’ to save your man.”

: “Tt won't be necessary,” asserted Jones. “I’m will-
ing to have an assistant if he is on the square.”

_“There’s Coventry—how will he do?”

“Don’t know anything about him, but he’s accepted.” v
‘oventey was a mild-mannered junior, and he quietly

agreed with Jones that. the latter’s

_used in timing the rounds.

f

As Rossmore had said, more than one ‘scrap had

"been pulled off in that oe and there was a gong

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“And I propose io. teach you to keep your ‘dirty.

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developed back and chest, and a pair of handsome
arms, not overmuscled.

Dick stripped a bit lighter, but there was a certain
clean, pantherish look about him that told of perfect
His flesh was like marble, with a

Like Whiting, he had no

physical condition.

delicate tinge of fine health.

bulky, overdeveloped muscles.

and freedom in his movements that promised a great

deal.

Tucker tied the gloves on Merriwell’s hands.

“I’ve inspected both pairs, old man,” whispered
Tommy. “They’re all right. There’s nothing crooked
about them. That fellow, Whiting strips fine. You
want to be careful. You'll have to do your level best.”

In the center of the room was a big wrestling-mat,
fastened securely at the four corners. Rossmore ad-
vised Merriwell and Whiting’ to stick to that mat, al-

though he said any blows struck while one or both

_ were off the mat would be legitimate unless they were |

foul blows.
“Are you ready, Phil?” he inquired,
“Ready and waiting,”
Bee
“And you, Merriwell ?”
cae ready, too,”
mat. '
“Shake hands,” called Rossmore.
“Not with him!’ rasped the junior.

\

Jones struck the gong, which clanged harshly
through the room, and it had not ceased to vibrate —
when those two lads met at the center of the mat, oe |

the battle was on.

CHAPTER XI,

THE QUITTER.

“Now, you big-headed freshman,” hissed W hiting,
“Cm going to teach you a lesson you ‘Il remember a

1%

“T hate to soil my hands on you, but it’s necessary.”

Whiting feinted and swung hard at Dick's ribs. Che
blow landed, but Merriwell leaped away in time to

prevent it from hurting him in the least.

Having escaped by this quick move, Dick came bgole
YS oat a flash, and i ina twinkling there was a sharp mix-
up. see, s arms swung like. eye: “rods but each

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Merriwell’s left glove had left a red spot just
beneath his antagonist’s heart.
“ “Lo and behold, he fell upon his enemy and swatted

lips.

him exceedingly sore,’”’ muttered Jones.

But Whiting was not hurt much.
back from his teeth in a savage grin as he followed
- Merriwell up.

: = That might have killed a mosquito,”
_ derisively.

Rossmore danced around over the mat,
closely, ready to break a clinch.

The spectators were breathing softly, their eyes
fastened on the fighting lads, Up to this point honors
seemed about even.

“The freshman is afraid,” said some one.

_ Barely were the words spoken when Dick flew at his
"enemy and succeeded, in a sharp exchange of blows,
-jJanding a staggerer on Phil’s chin. He sought to fol
low this up, but Whiting side-stepped and recovered,
ducked a round-arm swing, and clinched. With one
arm locked around Merriwell, the fellow sought to pro-
tect himself, hammering the while at Dick’s kidneys.

“Break!’? shouted Rossmore. “Break clean!’

He thrust himself between them and forced them
apart.
_ Two red spots showed low down on Merriwell’s
back.

: Whiting continued’ to grin. Evidently he was satis-
“fied that he had not been worsted in that mix-up.
“Don’t fool with him, Phil,” urged some one. ‘Don’ t
take chances. Don't. waste time.”

_ Whiting was given no opportunity to waste time, for
‘the freshman came after him like a cat, and twice they
sparred around the mat, each wasting blows that might
have done damage had they landed.

_ Finally Whiting ceased to retreat, and came in with
a body-jab that was skilfully blocked. In return he
ee . received an uppercut that sent his head WEG and
awakened a ringing sound in his brain.

“Good work, Dick—good work!” spluttered Bige-
low, who had left Arlington, dazed and helpless, on a’
chair and was now watching the encounter. ‘Give
him another! Those count.”

Whiting kept out of reach long enough to recover,
nd then grappled with Merriwell once more. Dick
struck upward with both fists, catching his opponent in
he pit of the stomach. W hiting grunted, and then, in
ury, gave Merriwell “the knee.” |
grasp, Dick staggered, a

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“Foul! foul!” shrieked Tucker.

Clang! went the gong.

Even after the gong sounded Whiting tried to reach
Merriwell, striking at him twice, finally feeling himself
grasped and held by Rossmore.

“Steady, steady, Phil!”’ hissed Rossmore in his ear.
What are you trying to do?”

“Put him out, curse him!’ panted Dick’s enemy.

Bigelow and Tucker assisted Merriwell to a chair.
Dick’s face was ashen, and he seemed to quiver in every
limb.

“Is this what you call fair play?” shouted Tommy,
his face flushed with rage. “What do you think of it,
Rossmore? You saw that any trick—you couldn’t
help seeing it.”

But Rossmore shook his head.

“Great Scott!’ Bigelow spluttered, in the ear of
Jones. “I’m afraid that cur has finished Merriwell.”’

“No, no!” breathed Dick. “Give me some water!
Fan me. _ I'll be all right.’’

“Dirt! dirt! dirt!’ barked Tucker.
of a whelp he is.” , |

Although suffering intense pain, Dick saw Arlington
rise from his chair and stagger forward.

“That’s the kind

“Look out for that fellow, Bigelow,’ directed Merri-
well. “He's after Whiting, He can’t fight a five-year-
old boy.”

Bouncer rushed across the mat, seized Arlington,
lifted him bodily and carried him back to the chair.

“You sit there!” he roared. “Didn't I tell you to

‘ keep still?”

“But Merriwell—Merriwell’s whipped,” mumbled
“I’ve got to—got to—fight that. fel-
low! Helied! He slandered my sister! Let me fight
him!”

“You'd do a lot of fighting! If you get off this chair
again, on my word, I’ll shake some of the booze out of
you! That scrap isn’t over yet. If Merriwell can
stand——-” :

Clang!

The gong announced Yat intermission was up and

the second.round would begin. |

Whiting leaped from his corner and rushed to the
center of the mat.

“Come on, you poor fool = a ireshman! Phe chal
lenged. “I'll finish you now.’ .

Still pale, and betraying both w eakness and pain,

- Dick rose,

“Great Absalom!” muttered Jones. “It’s slaughter | | ef
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Whiting had attempted to rush
Merriwell was doing his best. to
In truth, it seemed shamefully

But they were ai it.
Dick at the start, and
keep out of the way.
one sided, and now few fancied the freshman had the
slightest show against his treacherous, tricky antago-
nist.

Whiting’s jealous envy and hatred for the freshman
made him vicious and without scruples. His one de-
sire was to hurt Merriwell, to beat him, to conquer
him, to humble him.

For a short time Dick suffered severely at the hands
of his enemy. Whiting did his best to get in a knock-
out blow, and he succeeded in thumping Merriwell al-
Nevertheless, the freshman stood up be-
| Finally

most at will.

fore this punishment in an amazing manner.

a jab on the jaw sent him prostrate to the mat.

_ Wishing to end it at once, Rossmore bent over Dick,
: with up-lifted hand, and began to count rapidly :

“One—two—three——”

Dick lifted himself to his elbow. Things were
swimming around him, but he realized he was being
counted out,

“_four—five—six——”

“Tt’s no use!” groaned Jones.
“__seven—eight——””

“Tt’s all over!”

Merriwell was on his hands and knees He straight-

ened up, placing one foot beneath him.”

”

“__-nine——

With a surge, Dick rose to his feet. He saw Whi-

ting come at him.
At the same time he swung with his left hand, and
good luck planted that blow on Whiting’s wind.
Had Merriwell been able to follow it up, he might
have sent Whiting to the mat, for the fellow staggered,
gasped for breath, his hands having dropped ag at
his sides. |
“Bldzes!” exclaimed a junior, “Look at Phil!”

“ ‘His arm shall be’ given strength, and his soul
shall be given zeal in the cause of righteousness, te
droned Jones, with an intonation of great excitement.
‘Rise, rise, thou weary. one, for the strength of thy
wrath and the weight of thy wrongs. shall give thee
power to conquer thine enemy.’ ” |
% “Oh, jiminy! jiminy!” fluttered Tucker. “It’s
-not-all over yet. Go for him, Dick. Thump him!”
Merriwell brushed the back of a glove across his
eyes. It seemed to clear away a mist, and he discov-
ered his antagonist standing weakly, with lowered
hands. Although they did not realize just what had
happened to Whiting, he knew something had checked

He ducked a fist outshot at his face.

as sure as I’m a sinner, he’s quit!

the fellow’s rush. Rossmore was astonished to see
Merriwell straighten up and go at Phii.

Whiting lifted his hands, but a moment later a blow
on the mouth loosened some teeth and sent him reeling.
Before he got another one that
started his nose to bleeding. Still he was fortunate at
that moment, for neither of these blows had been deliv-
ered with anything like Merriwell’s usual strength and

he could recover,

vigor.
It was a remarkable turn in affairs that dca
Whiting to retreat on the defense, while Merriwell fol-

lowed him round and round, trying to get in a telling

wallop. At last, to save himself, Phil clinched and
hung on, while Rossmore sought to separate them.

Clang!

The second round was over, and Dick walked stead-
ily to his chair, while Whiting, covered with blood and
still groggy, staggered into his.

“By Jove!” cried Tucker, as he fanned Dick with a
towel. “If you’d had twenty seconds more, you’d fin-
ished him, and we all thought you down and out.” —

“You're going to wallop him, Merriwell—you’re go-
ing to do it!’ spluttered Bigelow. “A man who can
stand the punishment you've taken can’t be whipped’ by
a thing like that.’

During tHe intermission the blood was sponged off
Whiting, and he seemed to recover to a great extent.

“How'd you happen to let him get you in the wind

‘that fashion?” asked a junior.

“Accident,” muttered Whiting. “Accident.”
“But he came, nedr putting you out when you had
He can take a lot of punishment.”

urged another.

him finished.
“Get right after him now, Phil,”
“You've got to do it.”’ te ey aes
Whiting said nothing. In fact, a great deal of the
sand had been taken out of him by the unexpected
stamina of Merriwell, who was plainly one that never —
gave up as long as he could stand. Sey
The gong sounded.
This time it was Merriwell who reached the denial ,
of the mat and waited. Whiting came up more slowly, |
and began side-stepping and retreating the moment the
freshman started for him.

“Glory, hallelujah!” chuckled Jones. “He's we 2
p |

_ Whiting’s friends faldied he might be seeking to
dit raw Merriwell into a.trap. This, however, was not.
the case. The fellow was whipped. His pride kept
him up awhile longer, but when Dick sailed into him
like a fury and began hammering him, he dropped to.
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“Get up! get up!’ cried his friends. “You're not
done! You can fight yet!”

Rossmore began counting, very slowly.

Whiting began to groan. He made a bluff at rising,
but fell back, writhing on the mat, while moans of pain
came from his lips.

“By George, he’s got yellow blood in his body!” ex-
claimed one of Whiting’s classmates. “As sure as you
live, he has quit like a coward!’

Merriwell waited quietly, with his eyes on his enemy,
while Rossmore completed the count. . At the finish the
referee turned to Dick and grasped his gloved hand.

“You're all right, Merriwell,” he said. “You've got
good sand, and you're a man all the way through
which is more than I can say for that fellow.
you're satisfied.”

“T am,” nodded Dick. “AII I ask is that Phil Whi-
ting keeps his dirty mouth closed about me and my
friends,”

“T think he will,”

worry about it.”

[ hope

said Rossmore. ‘You needn’t

CHAPTER XIII.
REMORSE.

Paieecon was in a wretched ' condition when they
left the gymnasium. He seemed completely dazed, and
kept insisting that he must go back and fight Whiting.

When told that Whiting had been already taken care |

of, (het seemed unable to realize it, ahd in a moment
ot two had forgotten it completely.
~ Dick took him into’a drug-store and asked the drug-
gist to mix up something that would sober him. When
the decoction, was prepared, Merriwell forced Chester
to swallow it. |
_ A short time later, in a back alley, Chet was very
‘sick indeed. He groaned dismally, and between his
oaning he cursed himself asa weak-minc led fool.

eet! m no good—no good!” he said. “I’m a bad one.

Gone to the dogs! Who said I could reform? Who .

said I could be decent? No use! Can’t do it! Give
it up! Might as well let me go my own way. Oh, I'll

ind up in the gutter, all right. The gutter’ $ my fin-
sh. I’m afraid I’m going to cry. ae y drunken slobs

ry. Well, I’m that!”
i When did you leave June?” dsieed Dick,

“Oh, I dunno—long time ago—yesterday, I guess.
Told her I’d be back for dinner. Then I heard about
Whiting, and I went after him. Got into saloons.

n’t help drinking when I get into a saloon. No
od, _Merriwell—P’ m no good!” Ay Rh SONS a

~ receiver.

+

I can’t dress,’ you know.

WEEKLY.

Dick realized that June must be intensely worried
over her brother's failure Leaving Chet in
the hands of. Bigelow, Jones, and Tucker, he hurried to
the nearest phone and called up June at the New Haven
House.

He had no intention of telling her the truth if he
be a difficult
When she answered him he
she recognized his voice at

to return.

could help it, yet he realized it would
thing to conceal the facts.
called her by name, and
once.

“Oh, Dick,”
Chester. He

“That’s why I called you up, June,”
“Chester’s

she cried, “I’m dreadfully worried about
he interrupted.
all right. I knew you'd be worried.”

“He told me he’d be back for dinner. I’ve waited
for him, almost eight o'clock. I was
afraid

“He fell in with a lot of my classmates,”

and it’s
said Dick,
“and I fancy time-passed more rapidly than he real-
ized.”

“Dick, Dick, you're trying to deceive me! It’s no
use. I know what has happened. Oh, I hope he isn’t
in any trouble.” ,

“But didn’t I tell you that he was all right, June.
He’s not in any trouble. He’s: with some of my
friends. June, I’m going to take you out for dinner.
Haven't time for that. May
I come just as I am?”

“Oh, do. You know how glad I'll be.
come with you?”

“He'll be alohg later. Now promise that you'll
leave him in the hands of my friends and you won’t
worry about him. Jones, my roommate, will take care
of him, and Jones is all right. When I say a fellow is

Will Chester

‘all right, you know——”

“T know he is all right, Dick.”’
“And you won't ask too many questions?
won't worry any more about Chester ?”’
“If you'll come right away, Dick, I'll
“T’ll be there almost before you can hang up that
Good-by.”
He hustled back to the four fellows he had left in the
back alley. -

You

99

“Tm going to take
_ The poor girl is
Now, you go along with
You don’t want com sister to see

“See here, Arlington,” he said.
June out for something to eat.
starved waiting for you.
Jones to my room.
you in this condition.”

>

“I ought to be ashamed to have any ‘one see me in.
this condition,” muttered Chet, with something like ae
sob. “June will know, anyhow. It’s disgraceful.

 
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You'll have to tell her, Dick. You can’t get out of it.
You can’t lie to her. It isn’t in you to lie.”

“lll fix it the best I can. Take care of him, boys.
I’m going to skip.”
June was waiting in the waste of the hotel. She
was rather pale; but a little eolor rose to her cheeks:as
she advanced to meet Dick. :

“Now, before you ask any questions,”
well, “I’m going to make an explanation, and I hope
you'll let it go at that. This afternoon Chester hap-
pened to overhear a bit of gossip and slander about
me. It angered him, and he set out looking for the
fellow who had made the talk. Unfortunately, he had
to look through saloons, and, he had the
luck to fall in with some chaps who drank. The mo-
ment he took something he realized how you would
feel. That’s what’s the matter with him now. He
doesn’t want to show himself until he’s perfectly
straight.”’

It was no easy matter for Dick to tell ee this, but
he faced the task bravely, and she accepted his expla-

nation. Together they crossed the green to Heub-
line’s, where, at a little corner table, they sat, and Dick
ordered for the girl.

“Aren’t you going to eat anything?” asked June. “I

said Merri-

of course,

“suppose you’ve had dinner, but you might take some-
‘ . ee g ‘

thing just to keep me company.”

“T can’t do that,” he explained.
table, you know.”

“Oh, yes, ’'d ie a
you?”

“Tm at training:

Are they so very rigid with

here. I shall enjoy watching you and talking with
you. If the managers only knew that I was gorging
myself, I might get a reprimand.”

He chatted away in his most agreeable manner, and
when he attempted to be agreeable he could be very
entertaining, a fact well known to June. He made her’

_ forget her worriment for the time being. There were

many subjects in which both were interested, and this -«
gave them plenty of food for conversation.
But at last, in spite of everything, as the girl lin-
gered over the dessert, they came back to the present
and to Chester.
- “Tm glad father isn’t here,” said tend “He'll come
- to-morrow. By that time Chester will be all right.
Oh, Dick, you'll have to look out for him if he gets
into college. “You'll have to. be a good friend to him
and watch him closely. 7 | ;
“Depend on me, June. T shall do my level best,”
_ Leaving’ Heubline’ s, Bis sagrenen fhe, eiehe * ® the

’
wey

“Decidedly so. ~ Still, I’m going to have a feast right

WEEKLY.

At the very door they were met by Jones and
Chester was extremely pale, but he seemed —

hotel.
Arlington.

to be quite sober.
In Dick’s ear Blessed w higpenee:
“Couldn’t keep him any longer.
come.”
In a low tone Arlington apologized to his sister.
“Shameful of me to neglect you in such a manner, —
“T’m glad Dick was here to take you

He was bound to

June,” he said.
out.” : é
She was positively relieved by her brother’s appear-
ance.

“I did worry dreadfully about you,
me told me everything.”

Pe ere et breathed Chester,
quick glance.

Dick shook his head, unobserved by June.

“T explained to your sister,” he said quickly, “that
you heard some slanderous remarks that had been
made about me by a certain fellow, and you went out
looking for him to make him swallow his words. —
That’s how you pee re to forget your'promise to:
take her out to dinner.’ . ines

“Thank you for the explanation, Merriwell ” said
Chester, in a low voice. “Good night, Mr. Jones. I'm ~
going to turn in. Good night, Dick, old ae ee 2
night.”’ ;
Not a word passed between Dick and Hie until *
they w ere in their room, Then it was Jones who spoke ~
first. |

Tess

*’ she confessed.

flashing Merriwell a _

he blurted.’ “That fellow Arlington is all
right at the core. By George! you should have heard
him after I got him up here to-night. If he didn’t
lay himself out good and proper, I’m a fabricator. He
has an idea that he’s just about the meanest and most
contemptible worm that crawls on the face of the earth,
while he insists that you are the whitest chap that eve
drew breath. Say, Merriwell, I like him. I didn’t
fancy I would at first, but I ay He had an awful cas
of R. E. Morse.’ He can’t drink at all. He'll have to
let it alone—have to cut it out entir ely.” ahs
“There's no question about that, Jones,” agreed
Dick. Arlington can’t monkey with the stuff in the
least.” \ a
“By Zachariah! this has baie a hot aioe ‘That
was a great scrap with that dirty dog Whiting. H
came near doing you when he kneed you. But y
made him squeal. His own friends were —

| with him, He won't talk about you after, this.”

“Jones,” said Dick, “I’m feeling pretty Herat 1
lowly just about 1 now. | we cr feel that wey 2 te

 

 
| I’ve had to fight some one. If there’s anything in this
-_world that disgusts me with myself and human nature
in general, Think of
There we stood up, like a couple of wild
animals, and hammered each other in most disgusting
Style. Prize-fighters
There was only one excuse for that business to-night.

it’s to be forced into a fist-fight.
it, Jones.

  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
  
  
  
   

and prize-fighting sicken me.
I tried to avoid it in the first place, but there was no
way out of it. When Whiting made those slurring
remarks in the Tontine I wanted to force him into
-an apology on the spot. There was
it unless I fought him. I did thag only when com-
 pelled to do so. Now, I'd like to forget the whole

business, but I can’t.”

 

no way to do

“Well, you're queer—you're blessed queer,” mut-

tered Jones. “If I’d knocked the packing out of a fel-

low who had made the talk Whiting did, I’d never be

: ashamed of myself on that account.”’

it _ “That’s the difference in us, Jones,” said Dick. “I’ve
3. got to do some studying before I turn in. I may as,
e “well get at it.” 7

id ee

? OHAPTER XIV.

ds CHESTER’S DECISION.

| Dick was crossing the campus near noon the follow-
: _ ‘ing day when Roger Cutts overtook him and walked
ke ' 7

at his side.
“Look
‘you've got to be careful.

 

here, Merriwell,” said Roger seriously,

  

I hear bad reports about

  

you. |

  

Some of your own classmates are circulating

 

I ‘hear you w ere engaged ina or ae A in
Is that true?’
” admitted Dick.

ae hat?’ exclaimed Cutts, in surprise.

those reports.

  

Fred’s last night.

  

ly 3 ae
“Tm afraid it is,

  

“You ad-

  
  
 

? oo) bile to—ot lie.”
_ “But don’t you know w ‘hat you're ‘doing?

 

Don’t
u know you’re ruining your chances of making the
eam? Why, Merriwell, if you behave properly, you'll
e a regular man on the eleven. I think that’s
But if you visit places like Fred’s and

  
  
 

some-

   

hing settled.

      
     
       

yreak training and carouse, you'll never get anywhere.”
| “J. haven’t broken training, and I haven’t caroused,”
aid Dick.
d found him in trouble with a member of the junior
oy friend onae been drinking, and the j junior hit

  

“T went into Fred’s to look for a friend,

 

   

WEEKLY.

, | resented it, and trouble followed. I

him. Naturally

give you my word that I had not touched a drop of
drink.”
“Well, that’s. You'd better find out

who.is circulating’ the report that you were on a tear

well, different.

last night! You'd better ‘stop that yarn.”
“Tf I find out who it was, I’ll do what I can to stop
it,” assured Dick. “I fancy I know the men who are

circulating the report. They are no friends of

Mines .
“Be on hand this

So

“Naturally not,” laughed Cutts.

afternoon, old fellow. Got to leave you here.

long.”

“So some one is trying to hurt me with such silly
lies,” thought Dick. “Of course, it must be Ditson and
his crowd. A lie left to itself usually withers and dies.
As far as I’m concerned, I’m willing’ to let Ditson
show himself up, and I feel sure he’ll do so if he keeps
on manufacturing such foolish yarns. I’m sick of
sctapping, and I think I’ll not go out looking for fur-

ther trouble.”

An hour fede he was at the New Haven House, and
found that Mr. Arlington had arrived. Having sent

up his name, he was invited to follow.
D. Roscoe Arlington, looking rather old and care-
worn, met Dick with a hearty hand-clasp.
“Glad to see you again, my boy,” he said.

Jove! you’re looking fine as a fiddle.

“By
I tell you ,ath-

_letics and open air are the physical education every lad

needs. The boy who combines mental training and

physical training in the proper proportions is the one

The

who lays the best foundation for success in life.

trouble is that lots of chaps let sports run away with

them, so they can’t study as much as they ought, while
many others study like fiends and never get any benefit
at all out of sports. Now, I’m afraid my boy there—

I'm afraid Chester might lose his head over sports. I

know he didn’t study as much as he ought at'Fardale.

They tell me, Dick, that you're already on the eleven.
_ That's astonishing—that’s wonderful.

Now, if Ches- _
ter should succeed like that, it would turn his head.””” :
“Not a doubt of it, father,” admitted Chet, as he ad-
vaneed and took Dick’s hand. “Merriwell has a better
balance- wheel than I. I I know it. I F ariiowieige a ie
re He

: the background.

house with you, Dick.
fixed ?”

repeated aietly:

26 ELE Oe
“Well, now, here,’ exclaimed D. Roscoe, ‘‘don’t you
I never knew

acknowledge too much. Great Cesar!

you to acknowledge anything before. Since you've
altogether too
Can't
you be independent without-—er—without—er-—— fi
“It’s doubtful if I can,” said Chester, with a faint

smile,

turned over a new leaf you're getting

meek and lowly. I don’t like that, Chester.

“Well, now, look here, boy, if I get you into col-
lege, I want you to take Merriwell as something of a
model.
everything he does.

I don’t mean that you’re to imitate him in
Be original, be independent, be
manly, but follow his example in doing the things that
an original, manly chap should do. I don’t believe in
imitation beyond that extent. I don’t want to raise a
son that’s a mimic of some one else. I want a boy
that knows his own mind, and will do what’s right

and best for him,”

Mr, Arlington took Dick by the elbow and led him
to a chair, :

“Sit:down,” he said. “I’m going to sit right here in
front of you. We're going to talk. Tell me all about
it. Tell me how you've been getting along. Oh, I’m
interested.”

Dick flushed,

about himself, and he sought to turn the conversation

It was not an easy matter to talk

into other channels,

June joined in and talked, but Chester lingered in
Glaneing toward Chet, Dick saw
something in the fellow’s face which aroused his won-
derment.

“Well, now,” said D. Roscoe, “if Chet gets in—if
I can arrange it, I’d like to have him room in the same
Do you suppose that might be

“Possibly if might,” nodded Dick.
Chester started forward.

See he said, “T’ve decided not to seated Yale

_ this year.”

D. Roscoe rose to his ‘feet, staring at his son in
“blank amazement.

You’ ve what?”’ he gasped: |

“Pye decided not to enter Yale this year,” Chester
“Wait a minute ihe Dont say

WEEKLY.

anything until you hear my reasons. I’m not prepared
to enter college.”’
“Not—not prepared——”

“No. .A while
on the Double X Ranch, in W yoming.

e ago you threatened to send me out
You thought
it would be a good thing to give me a season of rough-
I didn’t want to go.

ing it out there. I’ve changed my -

mind. Just-now I have only one favor to ask of you.
Buy me a through ticket to the Double X. TIl go out ©
Then, father, if —

I think I’ve got it in me to acquire a college education.

there and spend a year on the ranch.

and be a man, I'll enter Yale.”’ ;
“Why, why, why!” spluttered Mr. Arlington, “I _
don’t understand your reason for such a singular re- oI
quest.” | 2
’ asserted Chet. “You
must know I wouldn't suggest such a thing as this un
It is”
Say # i

“T have the best of reasons,’

less I believed it necessary for my own good,
HEeesaty, father. Send me out to the ranch.
may go.’ | |
“Well—well, if you really mean it—of course”
a Shall I a
“You. may, Chester, but I’m afraid you'll get sick of
I’m afraid you'll be writing home ins

do mean it. | gor”

your bargain.

side of three months for leave to quit the ranch.”
“Never!” cried Chester. “Tl stay there. until Hy is

time for me to come Fast next fall in order to enter :

Yale. It’s the best

thing I can do. , Don’t you think so, } Merrlwel A oe
“T do,” said Dick.

You'll hear no squeal from me.

THE END.

The Next Number (654) Will Contain _

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I am a girl reader of your famous Tip Top, and want to write
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There are five of us reading the Tip Top, and we all think it
fine. My brother has a Tre Top Library, and has the books
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when we thought our vast army of young readers consisted of
boys alone, but long ago we realized our mistake. It proves
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(A letter from Iowa.)

I am a reader of Tip Top, and think it very good for boys. I
like the stand you take on the use of tobacco and alcohol. I
know of some who have been influenced by reading the paper to
abstain from them entirely.

I am interested in athletics, and would like to know if you
have any books for sale similar to the “Art of Self-defense,” by
Donovan, which I ordered a few months ago. It was fine. The
United States Army physical exercises also are good.

I am now looking for a work on the art of wrestling. Have
you any such for sale, or would you be so kind as to let me
know where I could find such a book.

I hope you will not think me captious ih writing you concern-
ing this subject. Yours respectfullg, Dennis DILte.

We also publish Frank Merriwell’s “Book of Physical De-
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(A letter from Oregon.)

I have tied reading Tie Top for about two years, and ave
always regretted not ‘having read it sooner. I read every, back
number that I can get.

June and Dick were made for each other, I think.
Dick gets her.

Dale Sparkfair is fine, but doesn’t: compare with Dick.

I wonder where big Dick Starbright is, as well as four or
five others that were not at the reunion at the “Merry” home.

I think Dick Starbright is Frank’s best friend, excepting Bart
Hodge. HucH Brooks.

It would have been utterly impossible to have had all the
characters that have appeared in these Tip Top stories at Frank’s
reunion. Still, you may hear from those, you mention at some
future date.

I hope

(A letter from South Dakota.) 4

As I have been an enthusiastic reader for many years, I hope
to see this letter in print.

It is hardly necessary to state what kg ceybiite knows—that
Tip Top is the king of weeklies.

Frank Merriwell is my ideal. I believe if Chester was given
a’ fair show, and started right, that he would be equal in time to
Frank. Dale Sparkfair is certainly O. K., and just sttits me.
Crowfoot also is ditto.

My favorite girls are June and Zola.

Brad Buckhart was never a favorite of mine.
Wiley are certainly good.

It is not necessary to give my ideas of Burt L., as they agree
with all other readers. L. M. Waite.

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Buckhart well, and understand just why at school he assumed ~
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are fond of Brad, who certainly is a good fellow, and a loyal
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Stretcher and

(A letter from Kentucky.)

The Applause column has at last got so intensely interesting
that we readers read it with as much interest as Tip Top
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Richard certainly deserves a place among the Immortals,
We wish others would

wells,
and his name is hereby added to the list.
imitate his splendid example.

I have been a constant reader of Tie Top for a long time, and

can only say what everybody else says—it’s “tip-top.” I have
been able to get eleven people interested in it, among whom are
a minister and his son, the former being “down” on blood-and-
thunder literature. Have read all the ten-cent books of the
Medal Library of Frank Merriwell.

I like Frank the best, because I have read. more
In fact, I like all the characters; among them, Cap’n Wiley.
How I would like to have seen his sea-serpent, which he told
about in No. 539. I have just finished it. Also his: great frog
orchestra sing. Poor Chet A. has his tranbles, but 1 think he
will reform in time.

Burt L. certainly deserves his name, or statue, in the “Hall of
Fame,” along with Street & Smith’s. They will find room for
them.

Wishing them all success in their wonderful publication, I am,

Chicago, Ill. HAROLD R. Ivens.

Bravo! Harold, you have surely done your duty, and it is a
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Just a few lines to let you know that we Tip Top readers are
not dead in this part of the world. Although considered slow
here, we are wise to a good thing like Trp Tor. Burt L. is the
“goods,” and he has been delivering them for years; he has yet
to have a blank mark go against his name for a poor story.

Maybe some won’t understand what I mean, but I just wish to.

say what they would say, but are too dumb to express my
thoughts properly. Nine years without a fall—good while, ain’t
it? See what we readers have got—a regular “lead-pipe cinch”
—and if Tre Top was taken off the market to-morrow there
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and lots of it, as we bunch of readers certainly have an awful
big debt to pay you for many hours of enjoyment which you
have given us through the pages of Tie Top.

Good luck and long life to Mr. Burt L. Standish, friend, and
benefactor. | I, Arrnur Smira.

Washington, D. ¢

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(A letter from Massachusetts.) #4

IT shook hands with Frank Merriwell when he made his first
appearance on the platform at Fardale station years ago, and
have followed him through thick and thin, and I mean to follow
his advertures as long as Burt L. shall continue to write them.
Three cheers for Standish! I admire Dick very much, and am
looking anxiously forward to the time when he shall enter Yale.
I think Chester Arlington is a very smart and brainy youth, and

4f he would only turn his wits in the right direction he would

make a most formidable rival for Dick. As for Brad Buck-
hart, he is all right. Without him the stories would not be
complete. Dale Sparkfair is certainly a clipper. I hdpe to hear
much of him. I would like to hear more from Browning; he
is a favorite of my sister’s. I read all the stories aloud to her,
and she would not miss one for anything. I am glad Frank
; epee she was always my choice for Frank, and June
for Dick.

I always speak a good word for Tr Top, and recommend it
-to all, young or old. Are the postals of Frank and Dick all.

From a loyal Tip Topper,
Harrie C. Knicutty.

| ‘We “cbnaider. this rea close on a model letter, and certainly
thank ‘Harrie for remembering that our latch-string is always

: ; gone? If not, please let me know.

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aA out. Yes, there are Te Top pene Pes and you shall have a

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ving wicitien: to the Applause shits of your “ast weekly,
P, ee this being the third time I

about him.

ter delineation.
have interested a number of my friends, and they also
_ come fervent admirers 7 Mr. Standish and his “king of

ave ventured to put —
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beyond my power to express, I will endeavor to make this letter
brief, and thus again secure a place in your crowded but inter-
esting Applause column.

I have read Tre Top Weexty for eight years now, and, al-
though I was not able at the time they first came out to buy
them, I have since, sometimes with difficulty, secured most of
the early ° numbers,

I am quite a reader, having read most of the books of the
most popular authors, and still I reserve for Trp Top my idea of
an ideal.

Tre Top benefited me in many ways, from enlarging my col-
lection of post-cards to giving me as an examplé Frank Merri- ~
well first, and then his brother Dick,

I have also read most—I may say all—of your Medal Library
publications of Frank Merriwell, and shall never leave them.

Trusting that you will send me a catalogue of Tip Top and |
the Medal Library, and hoping to see this in print,
most sincerely, Tip Topr’s well-wisher, Epwin A. LAMBERT.

Newark, N. J.

The catalogues have been mailed at your request.
to have your good wishes for years to come.

We hope

(A letter from Virginia.)

I desire to show my appreciation at being able to read such —
good literature as furnished by you, for I will assure you that
I throw my whole soul into one of your books when reading. —
I have no criticism to make about any character, FOE Mt aie
comes out in the long run for the best, and to’ ‘criticize would —
only be trying to find some fault with the author. That I do not —
desire to do. I have read all the Tip Tors from No. 1 up to
date, and so has my father. Many people say I am foolish to do
80, but I tell them they. never know what they are talking about
if they say so, for they act on impulse, or judge without any
evidence. I must say that Mr. Standish is a very versatile and
experienced gentleman to be able to bring out in print two! such
true, virtuous, and manly young men as Frank and Dick. Hoping
for your perpetual prosperity, I am, yours devotedly, |

Yonce Wison. |

It pleases us to fede that your father not only comniedes
the books you love to read, but enjoys them himself. If we
have the parents on our side, we have little cause to fear boo
scoffs of ignorant and. ptejudiced persons.

: ee
I write for the first time, though having been a isda §

several years. Ihave just read “lop Notch,” No. 547, and wa:
pleased with the way it all turned out. I had been thinking of
the author, Burt L., trying to introduce a better character hai
Dick, in “Spark.” Now I am satisfied I was mistaken, though
I am certainly pleased with “Spark.” When it comes to makin

conversations and situations that bring a lump in your throat,
Burt L. certainly shines. The idea of Dick and Joe together as

chums, and other promises in that, chapter, certainly pleases” m

I like Chet, because you have aroused my anticipation since

Frank gave Chester a ducking. I, have been waiting, for lesson

number two.
Taking it altogether, I am pleased beyond measure. #

hand-shake for Burt Li and all others connected therewit

remain, yours, ; RossITER Newro ‘%
Philadelphia, / x

Your sentiments do you credit, and we feel sure you weil ne

. be: disappointed in your sees ie with regen) to sree

bers.

4 expect to wait six weeks or more before my tier’ is prt
according to your notice in last issue, but I shall be amply: rep
for my patience if my letter is printed at all.

have been-reading Tre Top for more than a year, an
it as interesting and uplifting as anything I have ever reac

have become so familiar with all the characters ,that. I feel
though I knew them personally.

I am unable to express
admiration for Mr. Standish’s abilities in connection with ¢
Since I have been reading Tip Top regi i

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readers of a year or more standing would feel inclined to do
as well. Miss Blanche must accept our hearty thanks, with the
hope that, besides pleasure, she draws profit from her champion-
ship of Tip Top.

that I would like to write a
will try

Havine*thought for some. time
few words for the Applause column of the Tir Top, |
this morning to send you a few lines. J am a married lady, and
my husband and I have read Tie Tor from No. 1. We both
think it a fine book, and I only wish I could say there were
more young men like Frank and Dick—although I like all of the
characters in the book. Frank has always been my favorite, and
suppose ‘he always will be. I have a little boy, and, as soon
as he is big enough, will let him read the Tie Top, too, as I
cannot write praise enough for the book, I. will close, as I
have taken up enough space. Thanking you. for your kindness
in troubling with this letter, and wishing. Tip Tor success and
long life, I remain, a true friend to Tip Top,

Highland Park, Va. Mrs.

We sincerely thank you for your good wishes, and hope good
old Tre Top may still be in existence when your little lad has
B learned to read, so that he, too, may enjoy the adventures and
‘ profit by the

Frep CATLIN.

examples of the Merriwells.

As this is my first.attempt to write to the Trp Top Applause
Eblinats I hope to see it published.

I am a student in the New York Institution for the Instruc-
tion of the Deaf and Dumb, and I read Tip Top every Satur-
day when my older brother, who is reading them and who has
the whole set of them, brings it to me.

When I came _ to the school, which was seven years ago, I
could not read, but I always looked at the pictures of the Tir
Tor, and wondered what they meant. As soon ‘as I could I
started to-read them in our reading-rooms, or on our baseball-
ground. When, the boys used to see me read the Tip Top, they
said I was going crazy, and that when I was big I would be
Jesse James IJ. But one by one I convinced them that the
‘Tre Tors are no blood-and-thunder stories, and one by one they
started to read them. Now we have about 300 boys who can
‘read, and about 35 read the Tre Tor. Some of the girl students
read it, and they were glad Frank Merriwell married Inza Bur-
rage.

at wish Dick Merriwell would visit our school and challenge
our baseball-team, as we have a good team, and the game would
be interesting. I like to read about Dick, Brad, Bob, and espe-
cially Dale Sparkf ait and Joe Crowfoot, Jr,

I will have to close this letter, or there won’t be any space
left in the Applause columns. I close as an ardent reader of

Tre Top.
New York City. M, E.

It is‘very gratifying to learn what a foothold our paper has
secured among those unfortunate lads who are deprived of some
of nature’s gifts; and we trust and believe that they eat been
benefited from reading of the Merriwells.

It is not very often that I write letters, but as yet I have
not seen one letter in your Applause column from my native
city, and I am heartily sorry for the Tip Toppers in Altoona,
‘as they don’t seem to have sense enough to show their ap-

roval of your great weekly, which is beyond doubt the greatest

ne ever published, At least, I think so, and the tenor of your
ets pages every week shows that many others think so,
‘I have followed up Mr. Standish’s work in Tie Top, and
in The Popular Magazine, and I hardly think they will ever
be beaten: From the baseball-stories, I take it that Burt L.
would make a good sporting-writer for somé paper, as he knows
ery point imaginable in the game. As to thé characters in
tp Top, I could never say enough, so 4 won't waste ink on an
impossible job. Yours, te J. C.
; eee Pa.

rn in The Panay Magazine, and it seems to be the con-
sus of opinion that % is without doubt a Ome story,

Wane 29

Words cannot describe the feeling I bate for your king of
weeklies, which it certainly is, as all of the characters are true
to life. I think if there weren’t some bad ones in the book,
it would be very flat and insipid. As for Chester Arlington,
although he has behaved badly in the. past, let us hope that
he will reform, and become one of the finest characters in the
book, It is to he: hoped that this will happen soon, for he has
a good streak: in him somewhere. Remember, dear fellow
readers, it takes all sorts to make a world. ‘Tip Top is perfect
in every respect, and*let us hope it will continue forever. Now,
if “poor little me” will be a lowed to say a few words to the
great author, Mr. Standish, I will tell him why we all love his
books so well. Most of his stories seem true to life. Do they
not, dear readers? Well, that alone would ‘insure a great many
readers, even if he were not such an artist with his pen. But
being blessed with a love for hymanity—who could believe any-
thing else of him after he put such excellent language in poor
Touser’s description?—and a faculty for handling his subjects so
true to life that we all just feel as they feel, and see as they
see, he is able to hypnotize every feader. If I don’t end this
letter soon, I probably never will. As this is my third attempt,
I hope to see this published.

Chicago. A Girt

It is very nice of you to send in this letter of praise for Mr.
Standish, and we appreciates the compliment.

FROM. Dear Op ILLINOIS.

are sure he

I have been reading the Tre Top WEEKLY ever since No. 241,
entitled “Frank Merriwell’s Kick; or, Downing the Princeton
Tigers,” and I find that Tie Tor is interwoven with all that is
pure, and deep, and lasting.

Most every issue contains a direct lecture to the reader either
on the drinking of intoxicating liquors or on the use of tobacco;
we are also wartied ° to refrain from gambling, and to avoid
dissipation in general. These lectures combined with the. clean
lives of the Merriwells and their close friends make most boy
readers try and emulate them.

There are people reading this book who think they see a
future revolution in Tre Top characters, especially. Sparkfair be-
ing substituted for Dick. Now, “Spark” is a fine chap and a
leader ‘of his schoolmates, but he never could take Dick’s place
and fill it either in love-affairs or on the athletic-field. Think
of June’s love for. Dick, and vice versa, and see for yourself if
their earthly affections can ever be broken. :

Frank has a son, and if Tre Top is published long enough and
my views are correct, Frank, Jr., will either enter Fardale or
the athletic-school, then follow in the steps of his father.

Just a little more for the benefit of recent readers. |The au-
thor never intended to give the American youth any other
models than the Merrfies, and they have made their names
synonymous with mantiood.

Permit me to extend my best wishes to Mr. Standish and all
those that come in contact with his works. Yours for a life-
long publication, WituiaMm WALLACE.

New York City.

Your views are very sound, and we do not find any cause for
differing from you. Tip Top certainly has the stanchest young
friends a magazine could have, and we delight to receive these
weekly expressions of good-will from our American boys,

; (A letter from Pennsylvania.)

Received your catalogue all right, but was very disappointed
in not séeing my name in the Applause column, as I am an old
admirer of the great weekly paper, having read from No. 1 ‘up
to the latest out. I always try and help boost Tip Top every
chance I get, and I would advise those who did not get the ‘:
first Tip Tors to get the Medal Library, t

Lots of people, ‘said I would go crazy reading the Tie Tors,
and I take notice I hate got them reading them steady now.

I think I will come to a close, hoping to hear from you soon, —
or, I mean, see my name’ in the Applause column, and that it
will escape the waste-basket,

‘Give my best regards to Pian, Dick, Dale, and the es of
the flock.
Three cheers and a happy tong life for Burt L. Standish and
Street & Smith, Grorce M. FLercuer.

We could not let your fetter get by, George, crowded as our 4
columns are; and we wish to thank you for all oe sorts in ;
behalf of T 1p ‘Tor. You: ‘are oe: a cee aoe

 
(A fetter from Iowa.)

Pror. Fourmen: I have read Tie Tor for: about three years,
and think it the best weekly obtainable. Would you please an-
swer a few questions? I am 16 years old, and weigh 161 pounds.
My measurements are: Waist, 32 inches; calves, 15 inches; biceps,
13 inches; chest, normal, 36 inches ; expanded, 39% inches; neck,
15 inches ; height, 5 feet 11 inches; forearm, 121% inches. I play
baseball, basket-ball, and football. My record for a hundred-
yard dash is 10 seconds. How can I improve it?

CLARENCE M. SEARL.

Practise running every day, and you might be able to lower
your record. There are not many people, not professional run-
ners, who can run 100 yards in less than 10 seconds. The amateur
record is 9 4-5 seconds, while the professional record is 9 \3-5
seconds.

Pror. Fourmen: I have read a great number of the Tip Top
WEEKLIES, and I would like to ask you a few questions. My,

age is I5 years; chest, normal, 29 inches; expanded, 32 inches;

neck, 13 inches; waist, 25 inches; biceps, 10% inches; height, 5
feet V4, inch; weight, 109 pounds. I chin myself every ‘morning,
and take deep- breathing exercises in the open air. What other
exercises should I take? What should I weigh?

Pittsburg, Pa. ALPHONSE FERRUCCI.

Your weight is all right. Besides the exercises you now take,

use dumb-bells, pulley weehts for your chest, and learn to swing
Indian clubs.

_ Pror. Fourmen: As I have read Tip Top for over three years,
I take the liberty to ask you a few questions, and tell you what
I think of the book that has made a different boy of me since I

read the first one. When I was fifteen years of age, I was just .

starting to smoke and drink, but it was lucky for me that I hap-
pened to read my first Tip 7 op just then, as it put a stop to my
smoking and drinking. I might say that it stopped me from
swearing and using abusive language when I* was angry, so you
see I can’t find words enough to tell you what I think of this
grand book. What is the best thing to do to make oneself fat?
For instance, do you recommend cod-liver .oil in its pure form,
or can you tell me of something better? J am very thin and
emaciated. \I would like to know what is the best thing to do,
and anything you recommend will be appreciated. I don’t exer-
cise much. I am trying to get in somewhere to learn the car-
penter ttade. Do you think that is a good trade to learn? What
should I do for myself when I am always spittinig thick phlegm?
— Do you recommend going to a doctor? — se Note Wha J
San Francisco, Cal. Boe si

Tie Tor has influenced you ina faint st. you willvalways recall

ne with a grateful remembrance. Do not allow yourself to relax in.

your resolutions to live a clean, upright life, patterned after the
lives of Frank and Dick Merriwell.’ Instead of using cod-liver
oil, eat plenty of olive-oil on your food. This will make you fat.
Olive-oil poured over lettuce, with just a dash of Jemon juice
to “cut” the greasy taste, should be eaten frequently. Begin to
eat whole-wheat cht amd Beaver nee ae oe of Peart ~~

nuts, with an poeasioutl dish of roast beef or mutton, and you

will soon notice a difference in your weight. Begin to take exer- °

cise upon rising in the morning. Use 2-pound dumb-bells and

pulley weights for ten minutes. After that, take a sponge bath
and rub vigorously with a coarse towel. If you are troubled with:
some ailment of the chest, have a physiciari examine you to find
out what is the matter. The trade of a carpenter has the

advantage of keeping one outdoors while at work to a greater
extent than many other occupations. For this reason, learn it

if you feel that you could become expeft in this trade which has

so much to recommend itself ‘to a person who is considering the

hygenic side of the question. :

—

(A letter from Massachusetts.)

Pror. Fourmen: Being a reader of Tip Top, I take the liberty. ae

of asking a few questions. My age is 12 years; height, 5 feet ie:
inches; weight, 130 pounds; chest, normal, 33 inches; expanded,

35 inches ; waist, 31 inches; calves, 13 inches; biceps, 10 inches; —

Satetedl 114 inches; neck,/13%4 inches;’ forearm, 9 inches.
How can I get the fat off, and how should I be proportioned ?_
What position on a ball-team should I play?) My wind is bad—
how can I remedy this? © Grorce STEWART.
Take long-distance runs and eat abstemiousl} to reduce your
weight. The only way to determine what position on a ball-
team you are best qualified to take is to play all over the field.
Your work will show after a few games which position you are
best fitted for. Deep- breathing exercises in the Bip before
an open window will increase your lung-power. ce

Pror. FourMEN: Please give me information regarding ‘ha de
velopment of my lungs, as I am very short-winded. Being» a
reader of this weekly for more than a year, I ask this question. —

Yonkers, N. Y. A Swort- WINDED PERSON. ©

When you get up in the morning , stand before the open win--
dow and take long deep breaths, aii the air through the-
nose and expelling it through the mouth. Continue this inflation 5
of the lungs for a period of five minutes. Do the same thing
night before going to\bed. In addition to this, you should punch
the bag. The muscles of the chest are thereby strengthened, a
the lungs get toned up as well. Take cross-country runs thre
times a week, or every day if you can find time to do so. Begin
with short dista nees at first. Ina short time you will discover
that your power of ‘endurance has increased so that you can. run
just so thuch farther. If you follow faithfully these simple di-
rections, a ought to reach in a month or two that condi tion

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'Pror. FourmMen: Being an ardent admirer of your. weekly

send oy measurements. ary, are as follows : Age, 1

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height, 5 feet 2 inches; weight, 113 pounds; neck, 4234
waist, 25 inches; chest, normal, 3034 inches; expanded,
inches; biceps, 9 inches} expanded, 1014 inches ; forearm, 9
inches ; thighs, 18% inches; calves, 13% incghes. One year ago
I ran‘a mile in 6 minutes 43 seconds, 1. Is that good time ?—for
then 1 was.14 years old. 2. How are my measurements? 3,.Can
I develop into a first-class athlete? 4. How is my chest expan-
sion? I donot smoke, drink, nor chew, and avoid all starchy
food, pastry, meat, white bread, etc. “SUCCESS.”

1, Yes, for one of your age. 2. Fair; but you should
to develop them more. 3. If you work
time to become somewhat of an athlete,

faithfully, you ought in
4. Very good.

Pror. Fourmen: I have been a constant reader of Tip Top,
and I would like to get your opinion of my measurements, which
are as follows: Age, 15 years; weight, 122 pounds; height, '5 feet
7 inchés; chest, normal, 31 inches; expanded; 35 inches; waist,

_ 28 inches; thighs, 18 inches; calves, 12/4 inches; biceps, normal,
9 inches; flexed, 1014 inches; neck, 13 inches. “A few of my
records are as follows: One-hi indred-yard. dash,. 12 seconds;
‘standing broad jump, 8 feet. I can vault 7 feet. Have I the
build of an athlete? Te uae

Rockville Centre, L. I,

You could do acceptable athletic work if you trained properly.
- Your records are good for a young man of your age. You want
to take on a few pounds more flesh to fill you out.
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“Pror. FourMEN: I have been a constant reader of your excel-
lent Tie Tor Weekty. My measurements are: Height, 5 feet .5
emiches ; weight, 120 pounds; waist, 2414 inches; ¢hest, normal,
32, inches; expand led, 35 inches; biceps, 1014 inches; thighs, 17
inches ; neck, 13!4 inches. I pitch on one of the fastest boys’
ball-teams in our city. I am a good skater, and a good football
and basket-ball player. I also vault, jump, and run, Some one
said that I try to do ‘too many things'to do any of them well,
Is that your opinion? ’ HL B. Groom,

~ Mobile, Ala.

While there is sometimes the danger of doing so many things
that none of them will be done well, it is better fora person to
warty his exercises and sports. A change from one thing to an-
other gets you away from the dead monotony of doing only one
thing. You should weigh a few more pounds than you do.

(A letter from Virginia.)

Siok: Fourmen: As a reader of Tir Top, I ask a few ques-
tions, I/am training to become a wrestler. q work hard all day
n a cotton-mill; go in swimming’ twice a day, run a mile every
light, exercise half an hour every night and 10 minutes every
morning with 10-pound dumb-bells. I chin the bar about, 100
times a day, tumble, jump, box, wiestle, row, play ball, and lots
of other things. In fact, I have such energy I am looking for

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something to. do all the time. Is there any harm in this? Should
IT limit my work, or exercise all I want to? I am 16 years old,
and: weigh 105 pounds, JACK Ropinson,

As long as you do not experience any ill effects.from your con-
tinual exercising, or are not losing weight, keep up the athletic
work you are aceustomed to.

(A letter from Washington.)

Pror, Fourmen: Here are my measurements: Age, 16 a
weight, II17 pounds; height, 5 feet 6 inches; chest, normal,
inches* expanded, 3534 inches; forearms,:1o: inches; biceps, fa
mal, 934 inches; flexed, 114 inches ; neck, 14 inches; calves, 14
inches; thigh, 19 inches, I’m sure that i lack weight, lf. so,

what food should I eat, and what exercise should I take in
Sider to increase’ it? How am I built for an athlete, especially
a high and broad jumper, and a runner? I have no vices, so [
think I ought to make a good athlete. Thanking you in ad-
vance, with three cheers for Street & Smith, Burt L; Standish,
Frank, Dick, Inza, Elsie, Little Frank, Bart, June, Doris, Brad,
Hal, Chip, Big Bob, Earl, Obey, Hans, Jack, Barney, Ephraim,
and all the rest but Arlington, | remain, a “loyal Tip Topper,”

Epwarp H. Swanson.

You have not left out any of your favorites, for whom you
give “three cheers.” That's right—never' forget your . friends.
You should weigh 1 ounds. You ought to do well in athletic

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work if you took a course of general training and worked faith
fully.

(A letter from Texas.)

Pror, Fourmen: 1 am 16 years old; weight is 130 pounds;
height, 5 feet 714 inches; neck, 15 inches : chest, contracted, 30%
inches; expanded, 3314. inches ; waist, 28 inches; biceps, 934
inches; forearm, 10 inches; thigh, 17%4 inches; calf, 12 inches.
[ wish to enlist in the navy in’ about twelve months. Do you
think I will beable to stand the physical examination. with
proper training? Joun A. Ferrer.

If you. pay sufficient attention to your health, and train properly
the next few months, you might pass the physical examination.
It will be necessary for you to take on nearly 10 pounds to, come
up to a weight corresponding. to your height, but you can do. it
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528—Dick Merriwell Dared; or, The Grapple at Wells-
burg.

529—Diek Merriwell’s Dismay; or, The Denariuse of
June.

530—Frank Merriwell’s Son; or, The Mark of the Star.

_ 531—Frank Merriwell’s Old Flock; or, The Reunion at

! Merry House.

532—Frank Merriwell’s House-Party ; or, The Rustle
with the Rovers.

533—Dick Merriwell’s Summer Team; or, Baseball in
the Blue Hills.

534—Dick Merriwell’s Pddinids or, The Draw at Mad-
awaska.

535—Dick Merriwell’s Slabmate;
Bloomfield.
536—F rank Merriwell’s Summer Camp; or, The Athletic-
school in the Woods.
537—Frank Merriwell’s Proposal; or, Srpene the Sport
- in the League.
538—Frank Merriwell’s Spook- fees”
‘ terious Island of Mad Lake.
539——Dick Merriwell’s Check; or, The Hot Bunch From
Happy Camp.
540—Dick Merriwell’s Sacrifice or, — Work That
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—548—Frank Merriwell’s Kids ; or, The World panes In

549—Frank Merriwell’s  Kodakers;

 

541—Dick Merriwell’s Heart; or, Breaking the Hard’
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542—Frank Merriwell’s New Auto;
Destruction.

543—Frank Merriwell’s Pride;
at Pineville.

544—Frank Merriwell’s Young Winners ;
in the Blue Hits. Cm

545—Dick Merriwell’s Lead; or, Bound to Hold First a
Place.

5346—Dick Merriwell’s tpahaeeice: or, On the Right Road
At Last.

547—Dick Merriwell’s Top Notch;
Fate, and Scheming.

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