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PHYSICAL CULTURE DEPARTMENT.

Edited by PROF. FOURMEN.

— FE

Owing to the large number of letters now awaiting answers, which
are being constantly added to each day, it will be necessary to condense
some of them, retaining only the more important questions. Correspon-
dents are requested to make their letters as brief as possible, in order that
all may be answered in due time,

Pror. FourMEN: Being a constant reader of Tip Top, l-would
like to know what you think of my measurements. Age, 14
years; height, 5 feet 6 inches; weight, 115% pounds; chest,
normal, 35'4 inches; expanded, 3744 inches; forearm, 13 inches;

- thigh, 16 inches; calf, 12% inches; ankle, 8 inches; wrist, 7
- inches; across shoulders, 16 inches. 1. What food and exercise
are good for increasing: the muscles? 2, Is riding a horse, herd-
ing cows and chopping wood good exercise? 3. What are good
ways for making me long-winded and quick on my feet; also,
quick when boxing or fencing? 4. Please send me the terms
of some of the finest fencing masters. 5. Do my muscles and
age correspond? 6. How am I proportioned? 7. Do you think
that I could become a good fencer? Yours truly,

-1806 Moore Street, Houston, Tex. BEN CLARKSON.

7. All wholesome foods are good. Plain cooked meats and
a’ reasonable quantity of fresh fruit, and vegetables.
_ 2, Excellent fornis of exercise? They account for your splen-
- cid developméht at your age: Ne
3. Constant practice in the line you wish to excel in.

a vid You will probably be able to sé¢uré a good fencing instructor
in, Houston.

5. You are better developed than the average boy of fourteen.

16. Very good.
7. Yes, by taking lessons from an experienced swordsman and
keeping in condition and practice you can, in timé, bécome a first-
class mastér of the foils:

— Pror.. Fourmen: Will you please give ‘me your opinion of my
measurements?: I am ‘15 yéafs* 8 “months; height, 5 feet 8%
inches; weight, 147 pounds; forearm, 1114 inches; biceps, 154
nches; waist}. 31 incheg? chest; 32 inches; expanded, 37 inches.
1. Please state my weaknesses and what to do to improve them.
2. What size timb-bell$ should I us¢? Hoping to see this in
print, I rémam, yours truly; ALFRED ANDERSON.

121 Dwight Street; New: Britain, Conn.

You are very well developed, indeed. You have no weak
points that I can see, except your chest, which could be an inch
latger to corféspond with your other measurements.

2. Two-pound dumb-bells are héavy enough for you.
_ -Pror. Fourmen: Being a reader of the king of. weeklies, I take
the liberty of asking you a few questions. Age, 13 years 5
nths, 5 feet 3 inches in height and weigh 87 pounds. Calves,
1 inches; thigh, 1714 inches; waist, 27 inches; chest, normal, 27
hes; expanded; 31 inches; wrists, 634 inches; lower arm, 8%
3; upper arm, 10 inches; ,reach, 2534 inches; neck, 13 inches;
Shoulders, 13 inches. Are these. measurements all right,

pared with age and height? Respectfully yours, G. D.
: Paul, Minn.

Yes, you are very well developed for your age and height.
You should weigh about ten pounds more, however.

If A. J. Stranberg, of East Hampton, Conn., will write again,
_ sending his measurements, his questions will’be answered in these
slumns. The measurements did not appear in his letter.

or. Fourmen: I am a regular reader and admirer of Tip
. I.would like to submit my measurements, I am_.15 years
old; weight, 108 pounds; height, 5 feet 4 inches; arm span, 5 feet
inches; fieck; 1134 inches; biceps, flexed, right, 10 inches; left,

a

9'4 inches; chest, normal, 28% inches; expanded, 30 inches
Waist, 27 inches; shoulders, 35 inches; hips, 34 inches; thighs, ™

174% inches; calves, 12 inches; wrists, 64% inches;, ankles,, 8
inches. I have never dieted myself nor taken any regular cours BY dh

of exercises. Where do I need development most, and’ haw

Your suggestion will be thankfully received. | ”

should I do it? 1
Mayfield, Ky. Tie Tor ApMIRER. —

You are just at an age when you should take daily exercise, —
morning and evening. Your measurements show that you re- -
quire a thorough course of exercise. I know of no better “way |
than to secure a good book of physical culture and follow the i
instructions contained therein. Street & Smith publish several.
Indulge in all kinds, of outdoor sports, don’t smoke cigarettes
and in a very short while you will be proud of your muscula ‘
development. eee

Pror. FourMEN: Having read Tip Top for a while,
I would write and ask you a few questions. My meagsu
are as follows: Age, 16 years 5 months; weight, 12
right forearm, 11% inches; right bicep, 1334 inches; 1
arm, 1144 inches; left bicep, 124 inches; height, 5
inches; chest, normal, 335 inches; expanded, 36 inches;
133 inches; waist, 31%4 inches. 1. How are my measure
2. I can put fifty pounds straight above my shoulder from
ground with my right arm. How is that? 3, I aris ‘a
o'clock, retire at nine-fifteen and take a walk of fiftedh |
every morning before breakfast. Is that all right? 4: W
the record for heavy weight-lifting for a boy of my size?
ing you in.advance, I remain, a would-be athlete,

Mineral Wells, Tex. HARRY

1. Very good:

2. Excellent. ;

3. Yes. “Early to bed and early to rise” cettainly: m
man healthy, if nothing else. A walk before break
good tonic and appetizer. :

4. The record for heavy weight-lifting with hands alone
by H. Leussing, of Cincinnati, with 1,384 pounds.
boys of sixteen is not available.

: Aa i
Pror. Fourmen: I am‘15 years old and weigh 105 pounds.
Height, 5 feet 4 inches; neck, 13% inches; across shoulders, 18
inches; chest, normal, 30 inches; expanded, 34 inches; waist, 26
inches; biceps, 10% inches;. forearms, 9% inches; wrist, 6—
inches; hips, 32 inches; thighs, 18 inches;.calf, 13 inches; ankle, _
9 inches. 1. How. are my -‘mgasurements? I can swim, row, |
skate, box and wrestle. 2. What,are my weak points and also j
my strong ones? 3. How can I gain ten pounds ? 4. What exer- _
cise will make big biceps? Thanking you in advance, I remain, an
your boy reader, Wov.p-BE a ip

Philadelphia, Pa.
1. Very good.
2. You should weigh five pounds more. Your biceps are not

up to the standard. Your other measurements are all right.
3. Drink hot water on rising in the morning and before re

ing at night. i Rice
4. Use two-pound dumb-bells and a punching bag.

;

Pror. Fourmen: As I am a constant reader of Tip Top W
I thought I would ask you a few questions. I am 15 years.
height, 5 feet 5 inches; weight, 12514 pounds; wrist, 7
waist, 33 inches: reach, 68 inches: chest, normal, —
expanded, 36 inches; neck, 13 inches; thighs, 17 in
shoulders, 19 inches. 1. What are my weak points!
chest large enough? 3. How are my measurements? F
see this in print, I remain, a fast friend to Tip at

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Thomaston, Conn.

tr. Your waist is too large and your thighs too §
a: Yes, . ‘, %

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Lacrosse Team:

OR

THE GREAT HUSTLE WITH JOHNS HOPKINS.

By BURT L. STANDISH.

CHAPTER 1.
THE BITTERNESS OF DEFEAT.

The Johns Hopkins
2am claimed the championship of the United
t in a fast game at Oriole Park, Baltimore, it
defeated by Harvard, the score being four to
1e thing that made the pill doubly bitter was
iat the Hopkins men had been inclined to be-

a bitter pill to swallow.

e the game began that they would whitewash
from Cambridge. As if to add to the bitter-
kins made her three goals before Harvard
ill, which led her players and their admirers
‘he game was safely won. |

e tide turned. Hopkins made two goals i in

uf and one early in the second half. This

in spite of the fact that Harvard had kept the ball in
the home team’s territory the greater part of the time
and had repeatedly seemed on the point of scoring. ©
The fine work of the Hopkins’ cover-point and the bril- 3:
liant stops made by her goal keeper had checked Har-
vard time after time. At last:the crimson scored and |
the back-flow began. /

Fred Fillmore, cover-point for Hopkins.and captain —
of the team, had already recognized the fact that Har-
On the Harvard ©
team were several old Hopkins players who added .
greatly to the strength of the boys from | Cambridge.
Their poo: success in the early part of the game did

vard was a dangerous proposition.

not discourage them in the least, and they a up

ay fast offense = play of the t team. yy

 
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Harvard’s greatest player was Herbert Onslaw, cap-

fain and first attack. Onslaw was swift, untiring, cool

and heady. He gave Fillmore no end of trouble, and
the Hopkins captain gradually grew annoyed, for. more
than once he was tricked by Onslaw’s rapid and clever
playing. He realized that the crimson leader

showing him up in a bad light, and he was anxious to

Was

get even by turning the tables.

The Hopkins spectators were dismayed by Har-
vard’s success in scoring, but they did not foresee the
impending danger that was plainly discerned by Fill-
more. The Hopkins captain decided to give mcre of
his attention to Onslaw. :

Shortly after Harvard secured her
again obtained the ball, which, by good running and
clever passing, was delivered to Onslaw, who rushed
it into position to try for goal. The Hopkins goal

tender spoiled the try and cuffed the ball away. A
mix-up followed, and out of the scrambling players the
ball was shot. 3

_ Onslaw seemed waiting in the proper spot for it, but
- Fillmore had chosen to hug him close. Instantly the
_ Harvard captain started, but Fillmore started at the
same time. Onslaw dashed toward the Hopkins goal.
Fillmore was at his side and tried a body check. On-
slaw crouched and came under Fillmore’s hip. As a
result, the Hopkins man was sent flying through the
air and struck the ground heavily. He tried to get up,
but fell over on his side and lay twisting on the ground.

first goal she

The whistle sounded, and it was found that Fill-
more’s hip had been badly hurt, so that he could not
then bear his weight on that leg. Although he insisted

_ that he would be all right in a few minutes, he did not

recover and was obliged to drop out of the game.
Lying on a blanket at one side of the field, Fillmore
watched his team fighting desperately against the swift
and determined Harvard men. His heart was filled
with rage and bitterness, for, although his own attempt
at body- checking an opponent had brought about his
injury, he blamed Onslaw. When, a few minutes later,
he saw Onslaw shoot the ball into the net he faicly
-writhed in mental pain, his injured hip being forgot-
ten.
Hopkins still had a jead a one goal, and the specta-
tors believed this lead would be held, for the second
half was well along. A bain of rooters cheered and
cheered to urge the local men ‘to their best efforts ; but

a much smaller bunch of Harvard admirers made much

_ more noise, '
_Fillmore’s eyes glittered as he watched Onslaw’s
will and re) movements. |

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“T’ll settle with you some day!” muttered the ix
captain of the local team.

He was inclined to be revengeful.
athlete, a handsome fellow, and the admired idol 4
his team, Fillmore was conceited and spoiled. He
a splendid player, but regarded himself as even bet
than he actually was. It had always filled his he
with fiery bitterness when Hopkins had gone do
defeat before the swift Canadians, who never fai
show their superiority when Hopkins met/ the

3eing a

pions from the North. It had been his ambition 1
velop at Hopkins a team that could hold its own 7
the Canadians, as well as defeat all opponents in’
United States; but now he realized that unless -
Baltimore lads could do better against the Cambri
ites, they would have very little show with th

from beyond the northern border.

It must not be supposed from this that Hop
was weak ir? any respect; instead of that, the
was faster than ever before in all the years lacro
had been played in Baltimore. But the former
kins men on the Harvard team had coached th

players keep at it with such earnestness and skill tha
three minutes before the time of the second half
elapsed, another goal was made and the Southerners

were tied. f

3ut no one seemed prepared for what followe«
‘Hopkins took the ball on the face-off, carried it down
to Harvard’s end, tried thrée times to score, lost the as

try to score, saw it driven back, secured, passed to
slaw again, and then
ns sent it ee into a net!

‘acted he must be sieticrin fearful pain ae ;

injured’ hip. It was, however, mental ane og

tirely forgotten for the time. fea a
“Onslaw did it!’ he whispered, with blue lips.
knocked me out on purpose! I'll get even with

is 1 live long enough! I'll find a way!”

 
   

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CHAPTER. If.

SOMETHING ABOUT GIRLS.

_ It seemed that Fillmore’s longing for revenge was
destined to go ungratified for an indefinite period.
Harvard played no second game with Hopkins that
season, and Onslaw was a senior who would leave col-
lege before the two teams could meet again.

One warm spring evening Fillmore sauntered up
Me€ulloh Street and paused at the steps of a stu-
dents’ boarding house, on which a number of young
fellows were sitting. He was hailed by several of them
and paused to chat with his particular chum, Tom
Hackett, who played center on the lacrosse team.

“Haven't seen you for several days to more than
chirp at you,” said Hackett. “Where have you been
keeping yourself?”

“tome.”

“Must be plugging hard. You missed lots of fun
last night. Party of us. went down to the Monumental.
Hot show there this week. Say, there are actually
some pretty girls in the bunch. One isa peach. Dark
eyes and hair, and a shape—yum, yum!”

“Qh, they give me lassitude!’’ retorted Fillmore.
“They're too cheap. Picked out of the slums. When
you get to talking with ‘em and see just how coarse
they are they make you sick.”

“Oh, I don’t know! There are exceptions. The
one I’m speaking about wasn’t so worse. We had the
right proscenium box, and I spotted the little dark-eyed
fairy right off the reel. Got her on the string and
fixed it with her the first time she made a tormentor
Took her to Neidenhofer’s after the

t

‘exit on my side.
show and blew her to a fat steak and a few tubs of
suds. The poor gitl was half starved, and it did me
@pod to see her twine her tongue round the beef.
Said she hadn’t had a square meal for more than a
week. Told me the story of her life.”
Fillmore laughed derisively.

“They all do that,” he said.

“But Gracie was sincere.”

“Gracie, eh?”

“Yes, Gracie Lovejoy.

“Suggestive name. Fits a Monumental chip.”

“That’s her stage name. Her real name was Mary
Holmes, and she is the sole support of her widowed
mother, who is an invalid. Her father died about a
year ago and left a mortgage on his home. The mort-
gage was foreclosed. Gracie had never done any work.
Although her parents were not wealthy, they were de-
termined to raise her like a lady. So when her father
died and the home was lost, Gracie had to get out and

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hustle.

When she tried to get work she found there
wasn’t anything she could do that would support her
decently, let alone enough to take care of her mother.
She was desperate, when by a streak of luck she got an
offer to go on the stage in burlesque. She’s pretty and
she can sing. It almost killed her mother to have her
become an actress ; but Gracie crushed down her natural
pride and——”

“Evi-
dently she poured it into you all right, and you swal-
lowed it. The widowed mother gag is stale. They
all tell itz”

“But this girl was sincere!” retorted Hackett, ear-
“You should have seen her, Fred. She looked
She’s been depriving herself
of food to send money to her mother. I coughed up a

99

“Choke off, old man!’ exclaimed Fillmore.

nestly.
me straight in the eyes.

 

five spot to her and she actually cried
Fillmore laughed heartily, putting a hand on his
friend’s shoulder.
“Don’t tell anyone else about it, Tom,” he said.
“You'll get the laugh. You always were an easy

mark for a chip.”
“T don't like to hear you call her that. She was dif-
ferent from the common run of ‘em. I know you don’t
believe it, but you should have seen her.”’
“T’ve been seeing something more interesting.
Speaking of dark-eyed girls, I’d like to show you one
stopping over at my sister's, where I board.”
“What's that?” cried Hackett.
you've been under cover lately!

“Ah! so that’s why
Ah-ha! The cat is
out !”

“T suppose that has had something to do with it,” ad-
mitted the captain of: the lacrosse team, honestly.
“This one is something entirely different from the kind
you were talking about. Better drop over and see her.
There’s another one there, a blonde; but she’s been ill,
and she’s far from well now. The brunette and the
blonde are great friends. The blonde is some distant
I should
say she ought to be a daisy when she’s well, for she’s
pretty now, although she hasn’t any color. Got a bad
cold last winter and had to go South. The brunette
went with her. They’re staying here in Baltimore un-
til the weather gets settled so that the blonde can go
further north without danger.”’

“Oh, you sly dog!’ laughed Hackett. “Supposed
you were plugging, and you've been lingering near

relative of John Loder, my sister’s husband.

two pretty girls. Thought it strange you broke away
so suddenly after practice the last few days. 1 suppose

you'll find time to play Saturday ?”
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“You know I will.
though the black eyes of Inza have rather upset me.”

“Inza—that’s her name?” .

“Yes. Hack, she’s the most beautiful girl I have
ever seen. She’s a real queen, and no mistake. She’s
cultured, and she’s traveled a great deal in this coun-
try and foreign Jands. She’s so sympathetic, too. You
should see how she cares for Elsie.”

“Elsie—she’s the invalid ?”’

“Yes. She’s a sort of invalid, although she won't
acknowledge it, and she’s the bravest little creature in
the world. Inza told me th at Elsie was very ill this
winter, but she wouldn’t acknowledge it to anyone.
Just drop round to-morrow evening and [’ll present
you though I warn you not to get
smashed on Inza. It won’t do any good, and it may
make you uncomfortable.”

“Oh, I see; you're going to make a set for her your-
self. Come, come, Fillmore! I didn’t think
go daft over any girl.”

“Rot! “I haven’t. It’s no use. I know better than
that, old man. She’s good company, and I like her;
but she is the kind to hold a fellow off and wither him

with her eyes if he gets a bit fresh. I wouldn’t dare
attempt to make love to her. I'd get a aH quicker

than lightning.”

“And that makes her all the more interesting and at-
tractive. ‘Oh, yes it does! All the girls have been
-mashed on you, and you’ve turned up your aristo-
cratic nose at them. Now you happen to find one who
doesn’t think you are the luminary of the world, and
the result is that you’re a goner. Well, well, well!”

“Not very well, thank you,” returned Fillmore.
_ “Don’t get a notion that you’re a Solomon. I’m play-

ing my own game with the young lady of the dark eyes.
She can’t fool me a great deal, Tom. It’s rather in-
teresting sport. I’m taking care not to let myself get
too far gone, for I soahu it’s hopeless. She’s engaged
and soon to-be married.
Hackett whistled.
“Engaged, eh? But then you know more than one
engagement has been smashed. You might cut the
fellow out. Who is he?”

I’m not as far gone as that, al-

to both girls,

you'd

“None other than Frank Merriwell, the former great.

‘ Yale athlete.”

CHAPTER Ill. '\

THE PROSPECT OF A GAME,

~ > Macliett whistled again.
_ “That fellow,
to think him the wizard of the world. Let me see.

\

eh? I’ve met some chaps who seemed

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hasn’t he been touring lately with an athletic tee
simply eating everything up that he came acro:

been covering himself with glory in
What do you think he’s doi

“Yes, he’s
department of sport.
now?”

ue it ae

after the amateur hai of = © United BF
He wants a game with us. Of course we don’ th |
play him, but I understand he expects to have Ons!
and several other Harvard players on his teat
A third time Hackett whistled.
“What do you say to that?
Fred?”

don’t mind.

Do you want »

him,
et His team will be easy for
chaps some. Besides that,
really gets Onslaw, it might make an opening f
to even up with that duffer.”’ |

“Sure thing, old man! You’ve been pining fot
achance. But the success of Merriwell in other
seems to proclaim it possible that he will succee
lacrosse.”

“Don’t be silly, Hack!
team can beat us? I guess not!
to play the game, and a team, in order to be
must work together a long time. be
now. If we were to go against Harvard agai ‘ |
whitewash ’em.” :

“T believe that.”

“T know it. Oh, I don’t fear hee II's team in
least. He'll have some dubs on it. elle
Bart Hodge, who is engaged to Elsie Bellwo
invalid. She hasn’t wanted him to know
about her illness, and so it has beef kept f
She thought he would leave Frank, and she says
well can’t get along without Hodge as a catche
Po grnies; so she mabe ue illness ale

I’ve been thinking,

riw ell’ s team.”

“Rather.”

“Well, I think what you say about it will go.
you any positive reason to believe he wants
with Hopkins?” ;

“Why, yes; Inza—or, Miss Burrage told
wrote expressing such a desire. i
us to Higa him a game. -

ings,” laughed acca,
es I wouldnt mind aie) Mr. Merri

 
 

 

 

   
   
   
   
  
 
  
  
  
  
  
 

 

 

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to take some of the confidence out of Miss Inza. It
would please me to show him up before her.”
“Go ahead. I think you can fix it.”

“Tf [ knew he’d have Onslaw I wouldn't hesitate.
Just as soon as I find out Onslaw will play with Merri-
well’s team I'll inform Miss Burrage that we’re sim-
ply waiting for a challenge or a proposition from Mer-
riwell.”’

“That will be all right! exclaimed Hackett. “I
wouldn't mind getting against Mr. Merriwell at some-
thing and rubbing it into him. I’m tired of hearing
him proclaimed the greatest all-round wonder the
United States has produced.”

And Miss Burrage has an idea that he

She smiles scornfully when I hint

“So am I.
cannot be downed.
that Merriwell has had luck and might meet with just
as many defeats if his luck turned. Then Miss Bell-
wood is equally confident.”

“Say, old man, I’m going to accept your invitation
and come round to get a look at these girls.”

“All right, but remember my warning about the
black-eyed one. She'll take your fancy, but that won't
do you any good.”

“Oh, I don’t know!” said Hackett, teasingly. “I
think I see through your little game. You're planning
to get on the inside track and push Merriwell out.
Better keep me away. I might steal a march on you,
old man.” |

Fillmore flushed.

“I’m not worrying about that,” he declared. “Don’t
be so smart. Gracie will do you. At least, she did you
out of a square feed and a fiver. Gracie Lovejoy!
Oh, lie, ho! And you took her for a straight one!
Right from the Monumental, too. Tom, you make me
laugh.” :

“Mhat’s all right!’ exclaimed Hackett. “You can’t

guy mic. I’d much rather think a few of them straight
than 16, fancy them all crooked. Fellows say I’m old-
fashioned about this, but I can’t help it. Some of these
blasé chaps who fire off lots of hot air about actresses
and burlesquers give me a pain. ‘They do it to appear
smart. Come on down to the Monumental to-night
and get a-look at Gracie.”
* "No, thank you. Already one of my legs is longer
than it really ought to be. I don’t want it pulled any
more. I'm going back to my own ranch. Maybe Ill
eet a clfance to chat a few minutes with Inza. That
will suit me better than looking at a lot of cheap,
painted burlesque fairies.”

Fillmore rose to leave.

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- “Tl walk down the street with you. This Inza must

be a peach to upset level-headed Fred Fillmore after
such a fashion.”

CHAPTER IV.
THE PANGS OF JEALOUSY.

Fillmore, who did not live in Baltimore; boarded
with his sister, Mrs. Loder, on Calvert Street. He
returned to his sister’s home, his mind occupied with
thoughts of lacrosse and Inza Burrage. It must be
confessed that he thought more of Inza than of the
game at which he had won fame among his college
mates.

Reaching home, he found his sister and casually
asked about the girls.

“They’re in their room, Fred,” smiled Mrs. Loder.
“T don’t think you'll see anything more of them this
evening. Be careful, you bad bay! you're becoming
altogether too interested in Miss Burrage. I’m afraid
those eyes of hers have wrought havoc with your
heart.”

“Nonsense!” he laughed. “How foolish you are to
get such a notion, sis. I like her because she’s so
bright and interesting. I’m not the sort of fellow to
get broken up over any girl. They’re all alike to me.”

“Oh, I’ve heard youngsters like you talk before!
You can’t fool an old, married woman. I’ve seen what
was going on.”

In vain he protested that there was nothing “go-
ing on.”

“You can’t fool me,” she repeated. “Inza Burrage
is handsome and fascinating, and you’ve been sticking
to the house in a most amazing way since she arrived.
Haven’t you learned that she’s engaged to a Mr. Mer-
riwell.”

“Of course.”’

“She’s in love with him, too, so it won’t do you any
good to waste your time. Don’t get to mooning round
her. She’s aware that you are interested, and I think

it’s Beginning to annoy her. I have a fancy that’s one

-reason why both girls are sticking so close to their

room to-night. They’re keeping away from you.”

“They don’t have to!’ he muttered, his pride touched
and his cheeks hot.

“You haven't learned the game yet, Fred,” said Mrs.
Loder, chaffingly. ‘‘You’re inclined to try to rush a
eirl. That’s all right in some instances, but usually it
von’t bear repeating too many times. You are in-
viting sure defeat if you keep rushing after several re-
buffs. There isan art in drawing a girl on, boy, and

   
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~ solved to take the opposite course.

At all.

with me or not, and he was a lovely waltzer.

little wiles to attract his attention.
to marry him—and I did!

to fall i in love i in dead earnest.

e “But you're in college yet.
shies in the world before you begin to think earnestly
gee girl.

TPO
getting them to pursue you; but you haven't learned it
yet.”

“Oh, don’t try to display your wisdom in such things,
Mrs. Experience!’ he cried. “I declare you had plenty
of fellows trying to rush you and get away with you.
I never saw a girl——”

“And the fellow I married was one who didn’t rush
He was the most indifferent chap I ever saw.
I said I hated him.
but he de-

Made me hopping mad at first.
He let the other fellows buzz around me,
clined to do any buzzing himself. I exerted all my
wiles on him, but he remained perfectly indifferent. At
balls he didn’t seem to care a snap whether he danced
It was
this indifference that made me resort to all sorts of
At last I decided

“What a terrible-confession!” exclaimed Fred. “I’m
astonished, Lucy Loder! You actually made up your

mind to marry a man who had treated you with indif-

ference. Shame on you!”
“T’m proud of it.”
“Did you propose to him?”
“No; I found a way to make him propose to me—

and I accepted him right off.”

~ “T wonder you don’t blush with shame. Have you

; ‘ ever let him know about your disgraceful behavior ?”
“Oh, yes, I’ve told him all about it.
of all is that he wasn’t indifferent to me at all. He
was quite the contrary, but he saw all those fellows
crowding round me, saw me bored by them, and he re-

- Queerest thing

All the time I was
doing my best to interest him and attract his atten-

tion he was interesting me by playing a part and pre-
tending indifference.
E He played his part and I seis mine, and
we're both satisfied.” — on /

We've laughed over it many
times.

“T suppose you’re giving me this as a tip, Lucy?”
“Not in the case of Inza Burrage, for I think you'd
bi wasting your time there. Besides, you’re too young
‘Tt would be sii A
“Oh, would it? I’m no kid I'd have you knéw!’
Wait until you make Ms

ee of them all now, and oer
: “Don't wonky. I fancy I can satis an interest in

iss Burrage without going daffy over her; and I don’t
are to have her think I’m all broken up over, her

ee thins seemed ready t to burst.

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* “Then shy off, Fred,” laughed his sister. ‘Don’t. be
too pronounced in your shying, either, unless you wi
her to fancy you have become tiffed. She’s shrewd
enough to fancy you too keenly interested if you get
tiffed.” | : !
“T’ll duly digest all this sage advice,” said Fillmore,
with just a touch of haughtiness. Be
Then he wandered off by himself, turned on the elde- :
tric light 1 in the little reading room back of the parlor,
flung himself on a leather-covered Morris chair and |
studied for an hour. Finally his thoughts wandered ‘
from his studies and he dropped the book. His eyes —
had begun to smart and burn, and he turned off the —
light. | ee
The doorbell rang.. :
It was answered by a colored maid, and two young
‘men entered. They gave the colored girl their cards,
and she told them to step into the parlor and wait.
The sliding door between the parlor and the little
room occupied by Fillmore was partly open. He —
caught a glimpse of the two visitors and saw that both | i
were fine-looking fellows. One had dark hair and
eyes. The other sat down where Fred could see him. "6
The light fell full on his face, and the youth on. th oa
Morris chair noted its unusual strength and mat y
beauty. The longer he gazed at that face the more
deeply he was impressed by a conviction that the young
man was a person of great ability and force who wae
destined to make a mark in the world. ,
“This will be a great surprise for the girls,” said
the one of the dark hair.
He of the fine face smiled, and his rifle was fully a as
wonderful as the face which it lighted.

“They will be more than surprised,”’ he said.

A few moments there came a rustling on the ares
stair. With a rush that was little short of a run, Inza_
Burrage came down, followed a little ae by. Elsie
Bellwood. ta

_aglow, entered the room. The youth of the fine face
., Sprang toward her and she was clasped. in his arms

“Inza!” he cried, his voice hoarse with eu feeli
“Oh,

ps ee her again and’ again.

“Frank!” she answered.

arms and kissed in that manner. ‘tie his feahe some-

¥ or a moment he stood

 
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is hands clinched, longing to rush in there and
her from the man.
Then he turned away and fled with noiseless steps.

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FILLMORE MEETS MERRIWELL.

_“That’s the man!” hissed Fillmore, as he found his
E to the rear of the house and ascended the back
a aat’s Merriwell!”’ .

as astounded by his own emotions. He felt

B citadty’ up and doves n.
like to punch him!” he huskily muttered. “Jin-
! what is the matter with me? It made me furi-
‘see him kiss her. I didn’t suppose anything
What is the matter

wear

After a time

By Jove! Iam stick on that girl! I didn’t know
efore. That’s what ails me. If anyone had told
I was hit so hard Id felt like punching him. What
ing to do about it?”

e didn’t seem to be much of anything to do,

S brain was awhirl, scores of wild fancies and
ashing through it. For a long time he paced

and down, gradually growing calmer. Finally he
his room and one by +the front stairs,

e aati the folie persons ‘there.
al beg your pardon ! he exclaimed, starting to re-

za fose.
r. Fillmore,”
iss Burrage,”
I didn’t know——”

she called.
he bowed. “I didn’t mean to in-
intrusion,” she assured.
dD Frank, this is Mr. Fillmore, Mrs.
to know you, Mr. Fillmore,” said Merriwell,
ly, as he grasped Fred’s hand. “Miss Burrage
e about you. You're captain of the Hopkins
team, I think.” ee
lave that honor.” | ee
jonor it is,” nodded Merry. “You are captain
rosse champions 1s of the United States at the
me.” Ay ‘

“Let me introduce you

Fillmore was then introduced to Bart Hodge.
He noted that an unusual tide of color had suffused

the cheeks of Elsie and now, of a sudden,
he realized that she, like Inza, was a wonderfully pretty
girl, The two girls were of strongly contrasting
. |
ew

“Which places Frank and me “under untold obliga-
tions to him,” said Hodge. “I have only one fault
to find with him. He should have written me that you
were ill. It was a crime for you girls to keep it from —
me.”

“T wanted to write,”
me tell you that.” .
“Why, it was nothing,” declared Elsie. “I wasn’t
going to break up your trip just because I happened
to be a bit out of sorts. I suppose the climate was too
severe after spending the 7 part of the winter in

the West.”

“We wanted you to keep on with us,” reminded
Frank. “It was your own fault that you returned
East when you did.”

Fillmore was urged to sit down, and he accepted the
invitation.

“Let’s see,” he said, “I believe Miss Burrage told me
you were organizing a lacrosse team, Mr. Merriwell.”

“It’s practically organized,” nodded Merry. “We're
going to play a few games at the close of the college.
season. We’ve arranged for two games already.”

Fillmore lifted his eyebrows in surprise.

“Well, you’re a hustler!” he smiled. “Are you going —
to have some Harvard players on your team?” |

“Five of them. Three were former Hopkins men.”

“Will Herb Onslaw be one of the five?”

Yes.”

“T don’t see how you induced him to play on a team
where some one else is to be captain.”

“Oh, that wasn’t difficult. I think Onslaw’s
decent and modest chap.”

“You don’t know him!’

“It seems that you don’t like Onslaw.” ;

“Not much, for I know he’s full of wind. He was
dt ‘eadfully puffed up because Harvard happened to win
from us.. You know I was hurt in the game and did —
not play during most of the second half.”

Hodge shrugged his shoulders and his lip curled the x
least bit. He detected the conceit in Fillmore.

_“T know about that.
Merry.

“Of course I’m not saying we d won if I hadn’ t been

3ellwood,

said

r. Fillmore has been very good to-us, Bart,”

said Inza; “but she wouldn’t let

a very

It was very unfortunate,” said

 
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hurt, but we had the lead when that happened. I think
Onslaw was glad to see me go out of the game.”

“He didn’t appear to me like a malicious chap.”

“Oh, I presume he’s smooth enough. Sorry he'll
not be with Harvard next year. I’d like to get against

him again.”

“Possibly you will. We'll give you a game right
after the close of college, as soon as you like. Id like
_tomake arrangements for the game while in Baltimore.

Of course, it’s possible your team will not play us, but
we're very anxious, and you shall have our first game
together, if you'll take it.”

- “Why, I wouldn’t be surprised if it might be fixed
that way. Are you going to challenge us?’

“Hadn’t thought of making it a challenge.
fancied we might arrange a meeting, that’s all.
if you think we'd better make it a challenge

“T don’t suppose it will make any difference.
long will you remain in the city?

“Until the day after to-morrow.”

“Well, I’ll introduce you to our manager to-morrow,
and you can see what you can do. I'll urge him to
‘make the game with you.”

“Do! Who’s your coach, ‘Abercrombie ?”’

“He’s one of them.”

“Good man. No one in this country knows more

about the game.”’

“Who'll coach your team.”

“We're going to have a Canadian.”

“Oh!” exclaimed Fillmore. “You're going in for the
real thing! Some day we'll put it all over those
Canucks.”

“Perhaps so,” admitted Frank; “but, to tell you the
truth, I fear the players of this country will have to

8 . AGERE.

| Just
Still,

3)

How

improve faster than they have to get away with the

- Canadians. We can trounce them at baseball; but at
lacrosse and ice hockey they are going to keep the
- lead for some time.”
‘Don’t you believe it!” cried the Hopkins captain.
_ “Their day is coming right soon. I'll admit that they
: still outrank us, but the sport is comparatively new
“with us. We have not given it enough attention, and
it hasn’t become popular with the public. It deserves
to become popular.”
— “Tt will,” asserted Frank.
realize what a pretty game it is they’ll take to it. The
public has to be educated up to a thing like that. La-
erosse has hardly any of the dangerous elements of

“When people begin to

football, yet it is exciting, and the open playing permits.

spectators to see almost constantly everything that is
taking place. There is no more graceful game played.”

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“Why, you re a real enthusiast!” said Fillmoress
“Just as I am an enthusiast in all clean, healthy
sports. I believe in such things, and I take hold of
them with delight. I’ve seen lacrosse played in Canada,
and the work of two well-matched teams up there puts —
us in the shade. However, let the public show the in- —
terest for lacrosse that it has in college baseball and
we'll witness great advancement in the next few
years.
“Have you played lacrosse yourself, Mr. Merri- %
well?” . ee
“A little.” a
“It’s a game at which practice counts for" a | great
deal.” ee
“Like baseball. Mere strength is of small | matter in
lacrosse. Speed, skill, nerve and brains all come in. —
In this respect it has some fae vantages Over = pall.”

Inza.
things.
attend and root. Won't we, Elsie: ” #
“T wouldn’t miss it for the world,” siewenl {ite
“You'll see something that will give you small satis on
faction,” thought Fillmore; but he kept his ‘thou!
to himself.

CHAPTER VI.

OUT ON THE PIMLICO ROAD.

The following afternoon Frank and Bart sect ¢.

girls out for a carriage ride. Although Elsie enjo
it greatly, she soon became tired, and it was necessa i =
to return is her. ta eee

eaten from the carriage.

Well, I’m glad we struck you this way,” : i
. “Been Bene a drive, gu ag you enjoy ec it. is

Soltis dred so soon,’

“We're going to see oe May in ‘The School Girl
to-night,” explained Inza; “so we decided it was bet~.
ter not to weary Elsie too much.’ ,

“Oh, you’ve made arrangements for to- nigil
you, Merriwell?” cried Fillmore. “I thoughg (

give up the theater, but neither Frank nor B Bes

listen to that. / x
“Then,” said Fillmore, “we can find Jack

this afternoon and fix it up about that game.

t

 
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What he says will go, all

I know where to find him. He’s out

at Hastings’, on the Pimlico Road. Hastings runs a

toad house. What say if we hike out there right away,

 Merriwell ?”

~ *T'm willing,” “How’ll we go?”
“Oh, any way. We can take a car, but, of course, it

te be P better to CRANES»

’ smiled Merry.

; Our manager, you know.
right, all right.

nodded Frank.

. “We engaged it
r o afternoon, and the afternoon is not more

vhalf over.”

s the team,’
than
( cried Fillmore. ‘Wait till I call Hackett.
pa with me.”

He was itil eth to Elsie a Fis and sur-
the girls keenly, but not offensively. He shook

e was told of the aid to drive out on the Pimlico
d- and, immediately declared it would give him
asure to go along. .
“and I'll be eae -

ait a moment,” said Fillmore,
— @

As sane Pee
wishes ae their hal to i irl a had lin-

ea Fillmore. “The fellows

Be often. Hastings knows how to use us.

pionally we. pull off a little scrap out there. He

om fitted up for it, and I’ve seen some right

ghts in his place. Not regular prize fights, you

, but bouts between amateurs. If you want the
g, you'll have to go to the old Armory.”

t at all particular about the real thing,” con-

rry. “Prize fighting is a bit out of my line.”

to me I’ve heard that you were something

know a little about it; but what I know IT
the purpose of being able to defend my-

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self when necessary. I have a belief that every fellow
should be able to do that.”

“That’s right, too,” said Hackett. “Lots of fellows
take lessons of Galway, at Hastings’.”

“Who’s Galway?”

“He’s a boxing master, and a great fighter himself.
He knocked out Johnny Neil at the Armory two weeks
ago, and Neil had ambitions to meet Jeffries. When
he gets mad'he sometimes hammers a pupil. He hangs
round Hastings’ place the most of the time.’’

“If he didn’t lush he’d be a wonder,” put in Fill-
more. “He has an awful wallop. Puts ’em all to
sleep.”

“T don’t think Mr. Galway interests me,”
Merry.

laughed
“I shall take pains to keep clear of him.”
In due time they arrived at Hastings’ place. As
soon as they appeared they were hailed with shouts of
welcome from several young fellows who were sitting ©
on the broad veranda.

“There’s Branch, Whisper and the others,” said Fill-
more. “I telephoned before we started, and they’re
looking for us.”’

A colored man appeared and took. charge of the —
horses as soon as they drove up. A few moments later |
Frank and Bart were shaking hands with the Hopkins
men on the-veranda, Fillmore introducing them.

Jack Branch, the manager of the lacrosse team, was
a shrewd-faced, freckled chap, sharp-voiced and gimlet-
eyed. He was a Connecticut Yankee, and had been ap-
pointed manager of the team on account of his natural
shrewdness.

While Frank and Bart were chatting with their new _

acquaintances Fillmore and Hackett entered the house.

“It’s worked well thus far,’ said Fillmore. “Now,
if we can send Mr. Merriwell and Mr. Hodge back
to their ladies with a jag on, I'll be satisfied. [Ud like —
to show Merriwell up to Inza. He’s going to take her |
out to the theater to-night. We'll keep him and Hodge
here for dinner and fill. them up. Then we can take
them directly to my sister's
in all their glory.”

“You certainly have it in for Merriwell, all right,”
grinned Hackett.
“I have. Didn’t I see him meet Inza Burrage and
kiss her! She think’s he perfection. She even told me

he didn’t drink; but I know better.”

“Of course he takes something, but it’s clara he’s. ,
been telling her different. Is she straight-laced ?”

“She thinks drinking debasing.” _
vA bit old-fashioned: for a om of ee eh? ”

 

house and show them off
10 | TE SE ae? Weer as Y

“Tt seems.to be behind the times, but somehow I ing! Now we can work in unison and harmony. “Tm ee
can’t help respecting her for it.” delighted! Let’s get those claps filled to the brim to-
“Why, [ve heard you laugh about blue stockings day. That will be a beginning. Then if we can just .
more than once. You've told me you had no use fora _ put it all over them when we meet them at lacrosse”

girl who would not take a glass of wine and be jolly.” —-well, we'll be ee In the meantime, we
“T thought so; but Inza‘ Burrage can be jolly with- may find still other ways of making them appear cheap
out taking a glass of wine. The girl who drinks a lit- in the eyes of their admiring ladies. Good luck to us!
tle is all right to fool with, but I’ve concluded she isn’t Disgrace to them!”’ a
the sort to get smashed on.”
cer OU ar ; “a?
oe are smashed on Inza Burrage? You CHAPTER VIL
“Between you and I, old man, sdmething is the mat- AT THE ROAD HOUSE.
ter with me. When I saw Merriweil kiss her last night Frank and Bart found their new acquaintances i in Foe
I wanted to rush in and take him by the throat. I got. ¢lined to be a roistering set. This seemed quite unac
up to my room and decided to make him look like countable as far as Branch was concerned. To Merri-.
thirty cents to her, That's why I’m taking all this well the fellow from Connecticut seemed like almost
trouble. That's why I fixed it with Branch and the anything other than a roisterer. eas!
others to meet him out here. That’s why I paid for the Frank talked with Branch about the game, and the
automobile that brought them out ahead of us. I had Hopkins manager agreed that, unless something unex- e
the auto waiting to start when I gave the word. Didn't pected prevented, he would try to arrange it. He dis- =
you notice I wasn’t in any hurry about driving here?” played a great amount of cordiality, but he chucklingly
“Sure.” assured Merriwell that Hopkins would have a snap.
“I didn’t peer ee to arrive ahead of Branch.” — We'll take chances on that,” said Frank. : eae
“Well, while we're loading Mr. Merriwell let’s not Terms were agreed upon. This was not difficult, doe 4
neglect Mr. Hodge.” . both managers knew the sport might not turn out a
“Hodge? Oh, of course not; but it doesn’t make so Jarge crowd, and Frank was not inclined™to be ex- 4
much difference about him.” acting. He was willing to play for pleasure, even if it a
“Yes, it does.” cost him something. | ‘ae
“How’s that ?” “You see,” he said, “I’m pretty near the end of my —
“I want to show him up to Miss Bellwood.” sporting trip. “I shall leave fo Old Mexico ia ‘the ye,
latter ds of July.”

“Nz. 2 3
You may have your dark- ere peach—if you can “You're eer a hot season for such a trip, aren ce
get her; give me the otl het girl. ° She’s the first blonde you?”

/

I ever saw who upset me, and she gave me the solar- “Well, it’s necessary. But you te they havg all

T e 1 29 . . .
plexus blow the instant I saw her. sorts of climates in Mexico. In some localities they
zone ae rs ‘ Eo have delightful weather the whole year round. In-
What's that?” he gasped. “You don’t mean to tell eed, there are places where they never have such hot

; 2 - : on
me that Jom consider her prettier than Inza? weather as you experience here. Baltimore is a fine |
“That’s just what I mean to tell you. She has the place to bake in summer.’ ae

sweetest face of any girl I ever saw. In perfect health,
I know she would be a hundred times prettier than
Inza.”’

“Oh, Connecticut is goed enough for me, ha rat
grinned Branch. it

é ; ; weather already.” ;
“Well, I admire your taste!’ But the tone in which Pilliidre and-same others “joied: eth:

: he uttered the words indicated that he did not ad- “Well, have you two fixed it all up?” asked Fre 4
mire it. \ “As far as possible, I think,’’ nodded Frank, ©
 “That’s all right. We'can’t all think the same. I’m “I guess it’s just the same as fixed,” said Branch.
_ sincere, old man. Give me Elsie, and you may have “And the game ye

— Inza.” | , | \
_ The captain of the lacrosse team ae his friend’s us.”
( hand.
% ce My me he breathed, “take het, with my bier

9

 
dae SPOOL
“That suits me,” nodded Branch.
rank and Bart exchanged glances.
moment later a colored waiter appeared with a
huge tray that was iGaded with brimming glasses of
beer.
poet didn’ t ask you what you would have, Merriwell,”’
explained Fillmore. “I knew you were a good fellow,
and, of course, you'll drink the same as the rest of us.”
“I'm very sorry ’ began Merry.
“Oh, come, come!” cried several. “‘You’re with us,
- Of course you are!’
“But I don’t drink beer,” said Frank, quietly.

KK

derri iwell!

*“Tt isn’t good for me.’
Oh, rats! -It’s good for any wake ‘
-you mean to say you won't drink anything,

,” he finally said.
“That's the talk! We knew

erry turned to the waiter.

ting me some Old Tom in a bottle,” he said. ‘“T’ll

__ Instantly Hodge took the cue.

_ think Vil os gin, too,” he said. “Make my

does it.”
they stick to gin, we'll soak them both for
the other whispered back.
RS w 83 disappeared, but soon returned with the

“Frank
riwell, a star of a first magnitige ‘May that star
' grow dim.”

7

’ bowed Merry, smilingly. “Vou are

Here is to you all, ¢

: ‘hank you,’
dingly kind.

De ; ey drank. Merry tossed off his drink at a gulp, ;

wetted his lips with the “chaser,” then tossed the

aining contents of the glass over his shoulder and

| of the veranda.
ge made a wry face and did not touch his

SI)

0 which was paaied sik nee the oneise

gentlemen. May

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Bart excused himself and followed the waiter in-
side.
“Here, Tom,”
“Ves Sar”*
3art whispered something in his ear, at the same
time slipping a dollar into his hand.
The black fellow looked surprised and then grinned
in a knowing manner.

he softly called.
said the waiter, pausing.

“Tl

worry

Thank yo’, sar!” he exclaimed.
it, sar—'’deed I will. Don’t yo’

“Yes, sar!
look out fo’
‘bout that.”

Saying which, he took the glass left by Hodge from
the tray and drained its contents.

“ll drink all yo’ chasers, sar,”
man.

Bart returned to the veranda.

Some one else ordered a round of drinks.

Frank and Bart took the same as before, while the
others drank beer.

Black Tom carried away two “chasers”
but the moment he was inside and out of sight, he
drank sboth, tossing one down after the ether and
smacking his lips.

“Dem chaps is slick,” he said. “Plain wattah makes
a fine chaser fo’ gin. Yah! yah! Dis is a ss fo’
Tom!”

Cigarettes were passed round by tw 9 ‘of the college '
lads.

Frank and Bart politely declined.

Fillmore took one.

“Don’t you smoke, Merriwell?”’ he asked.

“Never.” ;

“Why is that—on account of your wind?’

“That is one reason,”

“Well, I don’t smoke much myself. We're not sup-
posed to smoke a all, but a cigarette now and then
never hurts me.’ |

“Possibly not.”

“Do you think it does?” |

“T can’t say. You may not have a taste for them,
but you can cultivate the habit.” 2

“Oh, that’s right; but when I find the habit grow- :
ing on me I'll stop altogether.”

chuckled the colored

on his tray,

“It’s easy to say so.” :

“But not easy to do, I presume you mean. I never
smoke unless I drink something. Two sete make me. 7
feel like it. You might join us for once.”

“Wouldn’t think of torturing myself.
cigarettes. It’s a cultivated taste, you know.

I dct
I con-
fess that one of those things would be certain to aase
ys at feel bad, and it aes upset my stomact:

 
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“Well, you're queer!” cried Dick Whisper. “A chap
who’s knocked around as much as you have generally
smokes.”

“Most of them do,” acknowledged Frank.

Bart also declined, and again one of the students
reminded a companion that Hodge was bound to imi-
tate Merriwell.

“Have a drink
turn.”

They protested, declaring he was their guest and
could not buy. But he insisted. He even threatened
to stop and take no more drinks unless permitted to
order. This brought them round and they gave in.

Black Tom was grinning in a manner that exposed
every tooth in his head when he appeared with the
drinks.

“Heah yo’ is, gemmans,’
freedom. “I hope yo’
yo’se’fs right at home.
gemmans ?”

Fillmore glared at him.

“What’s the matter with you, you black rascal?” he
cried. “You act like you’ve been drinking yourself.”
“Oh, no, sar! Nebber, sar! Boss don’ ‘low me to
drink when I’m on duty, sar. I’s just pleased to see
yo’ enjoyin’ yo’se’fs. Yah! yah! yah!”

“Get out, you grinning monkey !”

“Yes, sar! yes, sar!”

But Tom waited in the background until the round
had been disposed of, when he gathered up the glasses,
carefully taking the “chasers” left by Frank and Bart.
“When yo’ wants me again I'll be at yoah disposal,
gemmans,” he said, as he departed, giggling queerly.

/

on me,” invited Frank. “It’s my

he said, with unusual
’s habin’ a good time. Make
Anything else I can bring yo’,

CHAPTER VIII.
THE SLUGGER.

The next time Black: Tom appeared with an order he
caught his toe on the door stool just as he was coming
out onto the veranda.

“Oh, Lordy!” h

Sprawling he went, with a great crash, beer and
splintered glasses flying in all directions and bespatter-
ing some of the students.

“Oh, Lordy!” repeated the colored man, as he sat up
and gazed around, his eyes rolling queerly and a look
on his face that made the spectators roar.

e gasped.

at “I’s a-gwine teh git the old Sachet fer this!” he de-
‘clared. eh
_ “What’s the matter with you, you blundering, black

‘de smash.

Together.”

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scoundrel ?”’ demanded Fillmore.
so oddly.” Be

“Somefin’ sholy moved just as I was a-gwine teh
step frough the do’,” declared Tom, as he gathered
himself up unsteadily. ‘Whoa, dar! It moved agiieh
Is de groun’ shakin’ ur nuffin’ ?”’

“He’s drunk!” declared Dick Whisper.
will give it to you, Tom.”

“Dat’s right, he will.
But de flo’ gave de funniest wiggle.
It done tickle mah foot.”’

“Never saw you act

“Hasta

He'll be hoppin’ mad about —
Yah!
yah! yah!
Then the negro went off into a spasm of laughter.
“You'll lose your place if you don’t brace up, Tor
said Fillmore.
“Oh, Lordy!” gasped the colored man,
changing with astonishing suddenness.

‘Here comes Mr. Hastings now. a
his mapEet
“T's do” fe
He made a scramble to gather up the waiter
some of the partly smashed glasses.

Suddenly he OSE

“Yo’'’s foolin’ me,” he said, with a grin. “De boss.
is done gone fo’ de ae Said he wouldn’t be back till
to-morrer mawnin’. ;

“That explains your condition,” said Hackett. ene
bring those drinks and clean up here, you tippling
dog.”

“Don’t yo’ be so pussunal, sar!” objected Tom, sway-
ing a bit and looking offended. , “I nebber done yo’ no
injury ner nuffin’. I’s sho’ sorry I spilled de drinks.
Pil have them teh pay fo’, ’sides payin’ fo’ the glasses —
I smashed. But I don’ like teh be called nuffin’ dis-
graceful. I allus tries teh treat averybody right, an’
it ain’t ¥

“Oh, cut it out!” interrupted one of the collegians.
“Yourre all right, Tom, when you are all right. Bet-
ter bring that beer in steins after this. They won't
break so easy.” Bre

Tom departed, stepping gingerly and lifting his feet
very high. Ina short time he returned with the drinks. ;
Then he hastened to wipe up and- sweep up the pieces
of broken glass. Pe:

The boys began "to sing, “When Good Fellow s,Get
They seemed to be feeling very well in-

deed. Merriwell and Hodge joined in, apparently. feel-

Ing quite as well as any of them. ~~

In the midst of the singing Fillmore found a chances :,
to whisper in Hackett’s ear: ~ ee

“Merriwell is pretty well lodded now. Leak at him. ey
I don’t believe he can stand much, and he’s waking
gin as if it were water.”

 

 
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Hack ett. “TI want to soak Hodge just as much, but

Lthin! ik he can stand more than Merriwell.”’

ee man appeared and informed them that they could

sit on the veranda and sing in that manner.
“What are you tryin’ to do”
to queer the place?
a

“Want
There’s people goin’ by on the
or ae all of yer.”

’ he growled.

F “That's s no way to talk.”
“al you chaps go to gettin’ on your
cried esses. “You know a an’ I

eck came sauntering into the room, his derby
sed over one eye and a cigar canted upward in

re’s Husker!’ was the cry. “Fello, Galway, ol
rt Come have a drink with us!”

s wid beer, hey? ”
ore hastened to Husker Galway and shook

going to give you a knockdown to the chap I
d ae about. oe him into a bout and mark
as r Give him a black eye or
; e -
tink he can scrap?”
s he can do anything and everything.”

ome of der wind outer him in a hurry,”

yur boxing instructor, Husker Galway, Mr.

said Fillmore, introducing them.

er!’’ said Husker, seizing Frank’s hand.

e reason Merry | had poe for just what

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followed. Something warned him that the pugilist
would try to give him a grip that would make him
wince, and therefore Frank proceeded to get the hold
that he desired. When Galway tried to crush his fin-
gers, Merry proceeded smilingly
fighter’s hand with a grip of iron.

i “Delighted to meet you, Mr.
that ean smile.
ure,’

He gave the pugilist a grip that might have crushed
the bones in another man’s hand. At first Galway pre-
tended not to notice it, but in a moment he tried to
tear his hand away, the look on his face showing that
he was in pain.

“Wot in howlin’ thunder you tryin’ ter do?” he
snarled. Leggo of that fist!’

“T beg your pardon!”
prise, as Husker

to close on the

Galway,” he said, with
“It really gives me great pleas-

“Leggo!
said Merry, in apparent sur-
seemed on the point of Kitting him.

“Evidently you—hic!—you don’t belong to my lodge.”

_All the blood seemed squeezed from Galway’s hand.
said the
“Was yer tryin’ ter

“Dat’s the fin I broke on Pug Curran,”
pugilist, by way of explanation.
finish it fer me?”

f

Fillmore and the others were surprised, for they had
seen the man. cause dozens of people to wilt and beg
while pretending to shake hands with them in an or-
dinary manner. ‘The fact that Frank had checkmated
the move and caused Galway to squeal was most aston- ©
ishing to them. ‘

Galway grew angry. ¢

“You're too fresh, dat’s wot’s der matter wid —
youse!”” he said, glaring at Merry. ‘You ee $
have some of it taken outer yer!” me

“Why, didn’t I—hic!—didn’t I beg your perdenee
said the young man, in surprise.

“Better beg it agi’n,” growled the bruiser.

“Oh, very well!” exclaimed Merry, hastily.
do it!” | .

Husker fancied Frank was cishiened, ;

Fillmore fancied Frank was drunk. He gave the
pugilist a signal, and the latter grew more arrogant.

“Wot you need is a little t’umpin’,” he said. “I’d
like ter put on der opis wid youse an’ take some of
der freshness outer yer.” >

“TTI : E

“Would you?”
“You bet!”

“I'd rather not. I’ve heard about you.”

4

“Oh, I didn’t. suppose you’d have der nerve. ae

~wouldn’t really hurt yer none, but it would do yer

good. Der gloves she like cushions.

A jab in der
jaw is Syed a caress.” ees

 
14 TP Ht OP
!” cried Fillmore.

the other students

Merriwell!
Taking the cue from their leader,

urged him to do so.
“Don’t be frightened,’
“We've all been through the mill,’ declared another.
“You ought to stand what we can.”

“Put them on with him,

* said one.

“T’ve heard you know how to box.”

“Oh, go ahead! go ahead!”

Frank saw through the game nowe For some mo-
ments he pretended to be anxious to keep out of it; but
finally, of a sudden, with seeming drunken courage, he

announced that he would put on the gloves with Gal-

way.
The students shouted joyously.

“Now we'll see some fun!” they cried.
They did!

CHAPRIER i.

IN THE RING.
But it was not just the kind of fun they expected.

One of the rooms in the huge shed back of the road

house was fitted up in a manner that plainly betokened

- On four sides were seats.
open platform were stakes.
_ by ropes.

the use to which it had been put more than once.

In the center of the room was a square platform.
At the four corners of the
‘The platform was inclosed

Here more than one stiff fight had been pulled off
as a boxing bout.

.

Hastings, the proprietor of the place, had no li-

_cense to run affairs of the sort, but he had a pull with

ss

the police, and he had never been molested.

- Men from Johns Hopkins, the Baltimore Medical

- College and sometimes youngsters from the City Col-

lege frequented the place and witnessed the “mills”

_which took place there.

Of course Hastings had not escaped criticism.

There had been complaints against him, but through
it all he kept at his business and raked in the money the

youngsters spent. ?

_ For some other reasons the road house was rather

notorious, but a man with a “pull” in Baltimore may

secure police ‘‘protection,’ the same as in any other

city. | , 7
The boys callswed Husker

. Galway and Merriwell
out into the shed.

Fillmore was in high spirits. He

locked arms with Tom Hackett and chuckled softly

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the tip from me to cut him up and give him a black
Ha! Von't he be a pretty bird to
take back to Inza! tS

eye or two. ha!

She’ll admire him, I don’t think!

“Wish Hodge was going to get his meditine at the
same time,” growled Hackett.

“Why don’t you pick a fuss with him and do him
up?” .
Didn’t we bririg him
We

must make them both believe we're very sorry over it.”
We've got to keep clear of the

“What are you thinking of?
out here? We'll have to play the sympathetic.
“You're right, Tom.
blame.” , eet ee
Husker Galway stripped down in a hurry, flinging
off his clothes with the exception of such garments as
were absolutely necessary to cover his nakedness. — .
‘Merriwell was more deliberate. He moved witha
certain slowness and strained precision, as if he was et
doing everything with a great effort to appear cool
and sober. | .
Hodge looked on indifferently
tle interest in the affair. eRe
The students joyously selected a refereeqamd time
keeper. They decided that the bout should be pullec
off in rounds of three minutes each, although m
were inclined to. believe that the first round would be
‘more than enough to end it. ‘ .
A few of the reckless ones ventured to bet that Mice” vs
riwell would last a whole round, getting even money on
it. Two to one was offered that he would ee

stood up (ee SAY OEE. Dt pes to put him out in the
a
third.

,One, who seemed well loaded with

beer, staggered
ie ward and clasped Merriwell round the neck, ear
nestly entreating him not to box. :

old fel,” said the maudlin “chap.
It’s shame! You dunno w’atcher up
against. You're a good fellow, but Husker is a slug- |
ger. He’s offended; he’s dangerous. I’m gentle lan.
Don’t like to see him do you this way. ]
coat an’ come have a drink with me.”

eee m ‘shamed,
*Tain’t right!

Ludley!” crie
Go lie down somew

“Get out ‘of. the way,
“You've got a peach! |
Ludley waved the other off with a hane
limp at the wrist.
he said, stiffly.

“Lemme ’lone,” “T’m frien

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see him hurt? He's fine-lookin’ chap. I hate to see

chap like him hurt, I do.”

said Frank. “I
but I think I can—
Don’t worry “bout

fine-lookin’
"You ‘are

er 1ate y
hic+-I can take care of myself.

very—hic!—kind, sir,”

our extreme kindness,

he kin.take care of hisself,”’
little boy.”

said Galway.

st,” he murmured, thickly. ‘“’Tain’t
) , boys—'tain’t right! You may think it’s joke,
but. I shay it’s shame.”’
Why d doesn’t some one smother that fool ?’
ir | Hackett. “He always was an ass!”
f put Ludley aside and finished making ready.

end him a pair of rubber bottomed shoes,

’ srowled

hey rouse the gloves.
of boxing gloves, such as are generally used
they were six-ouncers, the kind used in

x

?
tead

“Agen’t ae for a

‘

a ‘rifle ight

’ exclaimed several of the
“We box with teed here.”’
eae Merry, “Ill raise—hic!—no

To n came unsteadily Faction his way out into
_ He scratched his woolly head and gazed in
y at Galway and then at Frank,
y he began to laugh.
Yah! yah!

he asked. *“T’ll drink de chasers.

mart ed re colored man,
‘owin’ dem peanut shells dis way!”
oused himself and tied on Frank’s gloves.
», he found an opportunity to whisper :
think we’re both loaded, Merry. This big
ks so, too. When you undeceive him you
it by wading into him and finishing the

indignantly.

“It takes you a long

n!” cried Galway.
t inter gear.”

impatient, my friend,”
¢ one of the gloves at the bruiser.
—hic!—all the afternoon.”

“We've

said Merry, flop-.

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“Gentlemen,”’ called.the student who had appointed
himself as referee, “in the
the great Husker
the Pimlico Road.”
He waved his hand toward Galway.
“His opponent is Frank Merriwell, all-round cham-
pion at anything and everything.”

main bout to-day we have

Galway, heavyweight champion of

A wave ee Merry.
“The fight will be in three-minute rounds, with half-
minute intermissions, both men to defend themselves in
They will fight to a finish.”
yelled

the break away.
“Hoop-la! Yoe! Yow!” the students.
‘’Rah for Darby, the referee!’’
The timekeeper had his watch in his hand. Sud-
denly he struck the gong that hung suspended at one

side of the rajsed platform.
Galway strode forward to the center of the ring.
Merry advanced with a shuffling, unsteady step.
“Tt’s a shame-to take the money!” muttered Fill- —
more. “Why, the fellow is all in now! Husker can.
put him out with one punch.” 7
“Sure he can,” agreed Hackett.
“But: he won’t.”

“Why not?”

“He knows I want him to cut the fellow up, and ~

he'll try to let Merriwell keep on his feet while he chops
his face to pieces. I wonder if Inza will kiss him when
she sees him to-night! Bet he'll feel so sore he'll drink
like a fish after this is over. We must be careful not
to let him get so drunk he can’t show up before Inza.’
Galway and Merry reached forth their hands and.
their gloves touched. Then they assumed the position
of “on guard.” :
Merry put up his hands rather aalcwarcty,
Galway grinned.
— “Tt’s too bad, boy,” he sneered; “but you'd bea |
plum paddies for any sixteen-year-old kid in ae ;
more.’
Saying which he reached over and tapped Mei
lightly.on the nose.

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CHAPTER X,
THE FIRST ROUND,

' “Ouch!” said Merry. |

“Dat didn’t hurt, did it?’ asked the: slugger, with
an air of surprise.

“Not much.”

“How ’bout dat?”

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Merry didn’t seem able to’ protect himself in the
least.

“It’s going to be a slaughter!’ muttered Hackett. “I
did hope he’d try to put up a scrap just to give us
some fun.”

The students cried :

“Brace up, Merriwell!”’

“What are you doing?”

“Don’t let him hit you that way!”

“Open your eyes!”

“Hit back at him!”

“You fools!” thought Bart Hodge.
you've planned to have lots of fun with us, but the
laugh is coming the other way when this affair is over.
You'll be the most surprised bunch of lobsters in Balti-
more.”

Galway danced round Merry.
feinted, causing Merry to make a wild motion to parry.
Then he laughed loudly, for it seemed that Frank had
exposed himself.

The prize fighter resolved to show the youth up.
To do so he kept working in and out and drawing

5

“Tt’s plain

He came in and

Frank, as he supposed, into defenseless positions.
“Husker is fooling with him, Fred,’ muttered
Hackett.
“Hope he doesn’t. fool too long.
is beginning to realize he hasn’t any show.

I think Merriwell
He'll be
quitting.”

How little he knew Frank Merriwell, the fellow who
never “quit!”

Merry had divined Galway’s purpose, and he was the
one who was doing the playing. He was watching the
fighter’s every movement and sizing up his style. He
saw how the man side-stepped, how he feinted, how he
led and how he guarded. While this was going on
Frank was planning his style of attack when the time
should come.

Several times Merry rushed awkwardly just to see
how the man defended himself. He led at Galway’s
head and his body. The man defended himself by
parrying, blocking and retreating.

Frank was not foolish enough to fancy Husker Gal-
Way an easy. mark, but he counted on gaining some
advantage by taking the man by surprise when he went
into the fight in earnest. :

Finally, as if by the rarest blundering accident,
Merry landed on Galway’s chin. |

“Well! well! well!” cried Ludley, the chap who had
displayed such a friendly feeling for Frank. “He hit
him, then!’ |

“Could you see that ?”’ sneered a student.

“Course I could! What’s matter with your™: +
Black Tom was scratching his head as he watehed
Merry.

“Nebber befo’ has I seen nobody git loaded on de

kind ob stuff he’s been drinkin’,” murmured the negro.
Galway was angered because he had permitted him-
self to be hit in such a manner. Tag
“You, couldn’t do dat ag’in in a week!” he growled.
Frank seemed to try it, whereupon the Slugger
swung to land hard on Merry’s body.
The blow was blocked, but it was done as if by
chance more than skill. :
The slugger’s anger increased and he followed Mer-
riwell up.

“Now he’s going to get into him!” hissed Fillmore. -

Merry managed to clinch, and he hung: on*when the
referee tried to “break” them.

“Oh, leggo!”’ snapped Galway.

He tried to uppercut Frank.

“Break ! break!’ commanded the referee.

When they did break Merry unexpectedly shot his
left to the slugger’s chin, driving his ‘head back. |

Galway uttered a roar. His face flushed and he
went after Frank like an enraged beast.

Merry ducked and went under the man’s swing,

“Oh, the artful dodger!” exclaimed Jack Branch,

“He'll have to do something more than dodge in a
minute,’ prophesied Dick Whisper.

Clang !—sounded the gong.

The first round was over.

CHAPTER XI.
THE SECOND ROUND.

Fillmore was disappointed because Merriwell had
not been damaged in the least in the opening round,
He hastened to Galway’s corner, speaking to the
pugilist in a low tone.

“You haven’t marked him.”

“Plenty of time, young feller,” aed]
give him a black eye an’ break his nose in der next

said Husker.

round.”

“Well, do something,” urged Fillmore.

He fancied Merriwell would not observe that he
took this occasion to speak to the pugilist. 7

Apparently Frank did not see it, but the truth was
that nothing escaped his eyes. He knew now beyond
question that the captain of the lacrosse team, who
had pretended such friendship, was the one who had
planned to have him beaten up by the slugger» Al-
though his heart was hot with anger over Hillmore’s

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treachery, he did not betray his feelings by any out-
ward sign.

Hodge was attending to Frank in his corner, giving
him a drink and mopping his perspiring face with a
sponge.

“Don’t fool around too long, Merry,” he said,
guardedly. “I’m afraid you'll betray the fact that
you're not half the mark they’ve taken you for.”

“I'm not going to fool any longer,” answered Mefrty.
“IT shall go after him now. I’ve fathomed his style of
fighting, and I think I know his weak points.”’

Thirty seconds were quickly over.

Clang!

Galway rose instantly and advanced, while again

_ Frank was slow about coming to the scratch.

_ The slugger engaged in earnest, going after Merry
with the idea of quickly keeping his promise to Fill-
more, He led at Merriwell’s head.

The blow was skillfully parried, and out shot Frank’s
right.

_ Smack!

The blow sounded clear and solid, and it sent Husker
Galway reeling.

“Oh!” cried half the spectators.

Merriwell followed the bruiser up with such swift-
ness that Galway was given no time to recover. Again
Merry hit him—again and again, knocking him onto
the ropes.

Fred Fillmore gasped with unspeakable amazement,
while [Tom Hackett’s eyes threatened to pop out of
their sockets.

No one could kave been. more astonished than Gal-

way. He was surprised because the youth had been

able to hit him at all, and he was still more surprised
I

by the “‘steam” behind those blows.
“Yah! yah! yah!” laughed Black Tom. “I. done
thought it was bery strange dat gemman got so full
on what he was drinkin’.”

Galway recovered and rose from the ropes. His
eyes glared and his face had the ugly look of a man
infuriated to the point of some black deed. .

“So you can hit?” he snarled, as he danced away.

“Come again! Try it some more!”

‘Merry accepted the invitation, but the pugilist was
on guard now, and it was not so easy to hit him. Be-

‘sides that, Galway did some leading himself, and Frank

had to look out for himself. The slugger reached

Frank's chin, but Merry had leaped back, and the blow
was light.

“Nearly got him then, Husker!” cried one of the
students.

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Look out for that wal-
“He puts the best

“Look out for that wallop!
lop, Merriwell!’’ shouted Ludley.
of ’em out with it!” :

Frank was looking out for it. He knew the fighter
had a dangerous left, and it was his hope to keep him
from landing full and fair with one of those heavy
swings.

Galway followed up.
ring and then a clinch.

“Break!” yelled the referee.

They broke promptly enough this time, but again
Frank shot out a lightning left and reached his an-

There was.a bit of sharp spar-

tagonist’s jaw.

“Look out for that in the breakaway, Gal!’’ warned
one of the spectators.

“Great Czesar’s ghost!’ came from another.
is the real thing! It’s no slaughter, after all!”

Bart Hodge laughed.

“You'll see the kind of a slaughter you did not ex-
pect,” he declared.

The battle was a fast one now, for both men were
at it in earnest. Frank received a number of blows,
but not one landed in a way to do him any damage.
He was on guard for the “wallop.” Twice Husker
tried to land with it, but both times his fist swept
through the air, for the smiling youth was not there.

Tom Hackett grasped Fred Fillmore’s arm.

“What is the meaning of this?” he palpitated.
“Merriwell is fighting like a wizard! He doesn’t act
as if he had ever taken a drink in his life. J thought
he was loaded.”

“So did I,” admitted Fillmore. ‘He certainly is
dazing me; but he’ll get his medicine before long.
Galway can stand all the punishment he’s getting, and
he’ll land for fair in the end.” :

“Took at that! look at that! Merriwell has split his
He’s bleeding!”

It was true. Frank had opened the slugger’s lip,
and Galway’s teeth were covered with blood.

All this served to cause the pugilist to lose his head.
Had he expected anything of the sort, he would have
fought on coolly; but he had anticipated an easy vic-
tory, and the disappointment was too much for him.
Thinking he would have plenty of sport by hammering
Frank round the ring, he had readily consented to Fill-
more’s proposition.’ He realized at last that he was
being used as a punching bag by the youth he had de-
spised, and.that was more than he could endure and
keep his level.» He was being “shown up” before the
students who had admired him and regarded him as a
wonder.

“This

lip!
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“Dern ye! I'll knock your head off!” he snarled.

But when he tried to do it he was struck on the nose
and more blood flowed.

Bart Hodge stood with his hands in his pockets, the
remotest ghost of a smile on his dark face.

“This bunch will know more than they
they started in on this little game,”
into that big brute, Merry! End it in this

Frank tried his best to end it, and he
Galway the severest sor@of punishment; but the bruiser
was tough, and, although he was very groggy, he man-
aged to keep on his pins until the gong sounded.

The second round was ended.

when
“Get

did
he thought.
round!”

ea ote oy aes
gave Husket

XII.

ND.

CHAPTER

Dee Sy EL RD RAE

Frank Merriwell was suddenly very popular with the
students. They congratulated him on his success. He
paid little heed to them during the thirty seconds of
rest. | :

Fillmore did not venture to speak to Galway now,
for he knew that Merriwell was very wide awake. Dis-
gusted and disappointed, he lingered in the back-
ground, |

“I believe Merriwell is going to whip Husker!”
Hackett. |

“Hecan’t do it,” muttered Fillmore.
“He had him going in that round.

said

, The gong saved
him.”
“Galway was fooled.
_ haps the gong did save him.
ferent this next round.”
Fillmore was disinclined to give up hope.
_ When the gong sounded next time Merriwell was up
and met Galway in a twinkling. He lost no time in
getting after the pugilist. Galway was wary at first,
but Frank’s success in hitting him twice stung him to
a pitch that led him to rush and lunge.
Merry met him and they clinched. -
_ Again in the breakaway Frank soaked the bruiser on
the jaw, and this time it made the man reel.

We've all been fooled! Per-
You'll see something dif-

-’ Following up, Frank put his left to Galway’ s wind

and his right to the fellow’s head.
Galway went down.
“Ah!” cried the spectators, | ‘
But it was not a knockout.
count, but Husker snarled for him to
leaped to his feet.
“You fool!” he grated.
. out, an’ no man ever will!”

“dry up” and

.

“No man ever counted me

The referee began to

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had gladly taken upon his shoulders

the supposed-to-be unsuspecting

This bruiser
the task to “cut up”
To him it was a pleasure in anticipation, and
in execu-

stranger.
he had fully expected to make it a pleasure

The fact vies he was making a wretched mess of
his wretched t bewildered while it enraged him.
He saw sete. on the smiling, unmarked youth,
wholly undisturbed and at his ease. Had that youth
with a reputation, Galway would have 4
been prepared and would not have exposed himself |
Kven now, after he had felt thes |
he could not com-

i

tion.

been a fighter
with such disdain.
force of Merriwell’s skill as & boxer,
prehend that this youngster was his master. ie
“You think you're some, don’t ye?” he growled, as ae
he cautiously advanced, Merry waiting . for him. Pa
“Well, you’re goin’ ter git yours right now!” =~
Fillmore’s fading courage revived. He saw that |
Galway was determined to retaliate, and he retur ned to
the hope that the slugger might settle the matter with

his dreaded “‘wallop.”’

“Wait a minute,” invited Frank. “T want to tell you
You tried to trick me and make an*ex-

something.
. 2 pee}
[ don’t know the ©

hibition of me before these fellows.
cause behind your action, but you have failed. I =
no particular feeling of hatred for you. I think I have :
satisfied you and the spectators that I am not the 7
mark I’ve been picked up to be. I don’t care to resor

to the last extremity to end this business. I’m il a

I am willing to call the matter off rigt

a

prize fighter.
here—I am satisfied.”

“Satisfied, are ye?”

Yes’ .

“Well, I ain’t—not on yer life! I'll be satisfied w ee? 7
I puts you ter sleep, an’ I’m goin’ ter do it. ‘Look
out fer me! Either you squeal or I'll knock Me.
block off!”

Frank said no more. As he fiad stated, knowing —
the low, grade of the bruiser, he had no personal feel-
ing toward the man; but now he found that there could |
be but one end to the encounter. Either he must whip
Galway or Galway would whip him. oes

From that point the fight was fast and savage. ae :
riwell astounded every witness save Hodge by his.
cleverness in blocking, guarding and getting away.
He remained on the Sdetoia some time, leading t e
slugger to think him frightened at last. Then he |
ihe t air and full with the force of his body behind 4

the blow, and there was a crash as Galway fell, 3
A hush followed.
Then the now sober referee stepped forward, 1

 
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ver the prostrate bruiser, and, marking each numeral
with a stroke of his index finger, began to count:
‘One—two—three :
Galway stirred and partly lifted himself.
‘Four—five—six
The pugilist rose to his hands and knees.
“Seven——’”
lusker lifted his hands from the floor.
e brought up his left foot and planted it.
Nine——”
e staggered to his feet before the final word could
ttered.
was a display of sand, and, although the fellow
an ordinary prize fightér, Frank could not help
Ting him for it.
it Merry realized that it would not: do to let his
ation of the fellow’s grit hold him in check. It
| the more apparent that there could be only one
ation of the encounter.
erriwell closed in.
way side-stepped and rushed.
sh!—his ponderous left swung through the air
an upward movement.

vas an effort to land the “wallop” on Frank’s

‘rica sent his opponent down with a shock that
the platform to its very foundations,
as all over. The referee counted ten in-his most
ate manner, but the prostr ate slugger did not
hove a muscle. Then, when his gloves were re-
, the victor joined in the efforts fo restore Gal-
aying little heed to the profuse expressions of

ion and the flow of congratulations from the

ts,
as necessary to work over Galway for-at least
utes before he betrayed signs of returning con-
ess, and it was five minutes more ere he knew
ad happened tots 2253
st he sat up, supported by one of the students,
eyes sought the face of the youth who had
is downfall.

ung feller,”
believe it was in yer; but I'll back you against:

he said, “you delivered the sabes

on two legs dat stan’s!. You're der real

- enough to drive

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XII.

CAUGHT’ THEIR OWN TRAP.

Although Fred Fillmore was
gratulate Merriwell, he found

among the first to con-
an opportunity to slip
out of the shed while efforts were being made to re-
store Husker Galway.

Hackett followed him.
exclaimed the latter. “I
want'something to brace me up after that.”

“Just what I’m after,”

“T’ve got to have a drink!”
said Fillmore. ‘““That was
anyone to drink.” °

They found their way to the bar and both ordered
whisky, regardless of the fact that they had been drink-
ing beer and an abundance of that.

“What do you think of it, Fred?” asked Hackett, his.
hand tinsteady as he poured his drink.

“I can’t think!” confessed the captain of the lacrosse
team. “Husker Galway knocked out—by him!”

“And he was jagged when the scrap began.”

“Was he?’

“Wasn't he?”

“T don’t believe it.”

“But—but he appeared to be.”

“T know he did.”

“Then you think

“He fooled us.”

They looked at each other.
Hackett nodded slowly.

“T reckon that’s right,’ he said. “He fooled us.
But he must be a tank, for he drank as many as seven
big slugs of Old Tom gin.”

“So did Hodge.”

eae

“Well?”

“Well, Merriwell may have braced up after getting
into the scrap. Perhaps that was what sobered him.”

‘What sobered Hodge?” | ,

Again they looked at each other blankly. hte

“It’s too much for me,” admitted Hackett. “I give
it up. But I never dreamed Merriwell could fight like

After a moment or two,

that, even if he didn’t take a drink. Why, why, Fred, — -

he knocked out the champion of the Pimlico Road and -
a man who might easily be the eae of Balti- —
more!” EF
“Don’t I know it? You don’t have to tell me! Vd
bet my life Husker could hammer the head off him— “4
before I saw this. I can’t believe Merriwell did it!”
“Well, let’s drink up. Here's to drown our disap- ;
pointment.” © et ea
They tossed off the drinks. AR
ae haven’ t taken a drink before this term,” ‘said F. ill-

 
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“—

O

“and I did so to-day to pull those dubs
Ill get a

more, dolefully,
into the trap. If anyone peaches on me,
raking over.”

“You can’t get much of a raking, for wasn’t Branch
in the bunch? He’s the one who will get the raking.
He'll lose his job.”

“Fe doesn’t care, for the season is pretty nearly over,
and he graduates, so he doesn’t want the position again.
That’s how I induced him to get onto the band wagon
to-day. We're not going to take Merriwell and Hodge
back to their ladies in the shape we expected.”

“Unless we get them into a mess with the whole

-buneh and all jump on them.”’

“Can’t do that. The boys won’t stand for it. Some
of them are gone on Merriwell now. They thought
it would be a joke to get the great athlete out here and
put him up against Galway; but they'll see no joke in.
mobbing him. It won’t work. We’re baffled to-day,
old man, and we may as well throw up the sponge.”

“But there’s another time coming,’ muttered
Hackett.

“We'll have to give Merriwell that game. I hate
him! I thought I hated Herb Onslaw, but I hate Mer-
riwell worse. I'd like to get a rap at him.”

“You might be able to in the game.”

“That's right,” nodded Fillmore. ‘More than one
fellow has been knocked out with a lacrosse stick while
playing. No one could prove I did it intentionally. It
would give me lots of satisfaction. It’s the very chance

I’ve been praying for with Onslaw;”

“Onslaw will be in the game, too.”

“Se Merriwell says, but we're at sure of it.’ I
hope he is!- It w sale ddigtt me to get even with Mss,
chaps in one day. Yes, we'll have to give Merriwell
the game.” Fi

“Let’s drink another and get back
missed.”

Their faces were flushed and their tongues thick.
Already they had taken as much as they could stand,

before we're

/

but the time had passed when they could gauge their

capacity.

Once more they drank whisky, and both staggered a

— little as they left the bar.

_ They met the students, accompanied by Merriwell,

a Hodge and. Galway, coming from the shed. To their
surprise, Galway showed no resentment toward his

conqueror. | 5

*<- ‘But he gave Fillmore a vicious look, although he said
_ nothing.

The slugger was determined to “blow” the crowd.

He insisted that it was on him. |

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‘rank and Bart could not refuse without appeariaal
caddish, so they accepted the man’s invitation, although
they now ordered ginger ale.

“What?” cried several of the students,
ment.

“Ginger w’ot?”’

in astonish- ~

“Oh, say! dat’s a”

10

gasped Galway.
Ye’re foolin’ !” .
” said Merry. “We have had quite enough oo
drink. I make a practice of stopping when I have. :
enough. I always order ginger ale or sarsaparilla at
that stage.” .
“T would meself,’ grinned Galway, looking ver
hideous with his bruised face and split lip Per

joke!

“No,

“but w'
I have Sees. I can’t sd aes :

deter minsae
ale th

thing sae es pat in th leir
to take nothing but ginger ale, and gitger

drank.

tic Fiesace and Hadcetys again drank which,

A short time after that both these fellows were in
wretchéd condition. T hey insisted on returning hon
and Merry, thinking the open air would do them go
besides wishing to get them away from the road hous:
ordered the team hitched up.

It was necessary to lift Fillmore and Hackett” ir
the carriage.

Hodge looked after one, while Frank took care 0
the other. . ‘
It happened that neither chap betrayed himself
rectly, although both mumbled things which were st
gestive of their feelings over the outcome of the

counter.

“Shay!” Fillmore finally exclaimed, seizing Fran
arm and looking into his face wonderingly;
Merriwell, how'd ju do it?”

“Do what—defeat Galw ay ?”

“No; how’d ju drink all that gin an’ keep shobe
Tha’s what puzzlesh me. Musht be reg’ler tank,
well,”’

> !

‘ Ye
“T didn’t drink any gin,’
.the secret of it, my boy.

“Th

I never drink intoxicants

’ laughed Frank.

“Oh, shay, come off! I shaw you take five, sh
sheven drinks—more’n that.”

“Sho did I,” put in Hackett, bracing up. ‘You
ri’, Fred, ol’ man—I shaw him do it. Reg’ler
tha’sh ri’.” /

“You did not see me take a single drink of gin,”
clared d Merry. “When you insisted that we s

We dren the water and lake. the

i

on si ‘side.

 
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Black Tom drank the gin, and I hope it does not cost
him his position.”

— “What’—wha’—wha’ ’ gurgled Fillmore, in a
‘dazed way. “I don’t think I jusht undershtand ju.
_ How wash that?”

“We drank the water, which looked the same as gin,
and left the gin, which was brought with it.”

Hackett was sitting on the back seat with Hodge.
He reached ee and jabbed Fillmore in the back.
“Ol man,” he mumbled, “we’re a pair of eashy
‘marks, that’sh what we are! We've been fooled. We
started to get thesh fellersh full an’ have fun wish

hem, an’ they played it on ush. I want to go die
shomewhere!’’

Fillmore was even more disgusted than Hackett.
“Next time you pick ‘out two chaps as easy be sure
ou do not make a mistake,’ advised Hodge.
‘rank laughed over it.
I fancied you Were planning something for us,”
aid Merry, “and so we turned it on you. It’s all right,
ellows. No hard feelings. We're able to stand the

alee’ s on ush,”’ said Hackett.
For some time Fillmore rode in silence.
hed Druid Hill Park.
Suddenly the captain of the lacrosse team flew into a
lrunken rage.

They had

iB trybedy can keep shober ’f he drinksh water!’’ he
“That washn’t®smart! I ’fuse to ride with a
‘man nea drinksh water! It’sh dishgrace!. Lemme
Lemme out!”

ut! Dll take car home!

“Don’t be silly,” said Frank.
ome now, either of you. You're not in condition to
ro home. We'll take you to the Belvidere with us and
you straightened out. You don’t want to show
urselves in this condition. What will your sister
ink, /Fillmore? What’ll she say? Keep still!”

Pe “Pm all ri’! Guess I know when I’m all ri’!
_Needn’t think you’re only shober person on earth! I’m
_ shober—perfec’ly shober.' But I’ve ‘been inshulted!
I’ve been basely desheived! I won’t ride *nozer inch
wish you! Lemme out!”

~“That’s ri’,

99

“You're not going

, . . .
Freddie, ol’ man!” joined in Hackett.

~ “I’m wish you! Le’sh git out an’ walk.”

_ “Shtop thosh: poe ae commanded Fillmore, start-
ing to rise.

Frank ptilled him back on the seat.

?

Sg tell you to keep still!

_ “T tell you go to thunder!” snarled Fred, as he tore
from Mcsty and BANE himself from the carriage.

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He fell sprawlingly, but gathered himself up directly
and was on his feet when Merry stopped the horses.
“Want

“G’wan!” cried the unreasonable chap.

noshing to do wish you!”
Hackett tumbled out.

“G’wan!” he echoed.

all!’

He joined Fillmore and feebly tried to brush the
dust from his friend’s clothing.

‘“Noshing to do wish you at

“What are we going to do about it, Hodge?” asked
Frank.

“Let the blamed fools go,’ answered Bart, at once.
“Why should we bother with them? They’ve fixed
themselves the way they planned to fix us.”

“T suppose that is true, but they’re intoxicated, and
I can’t leave them this way.”

In vain he tried to reason with Fillmore and
Hackett. They took to the nearest walk, arm in arm,
and reeled away. Merry drove along as near them as
possible, hoping they would change their minds and
decide to get back into the carriage.

“Show that you can take a joke as well as anybody,
fellows,” he urged. ‘Come, get in here again.”

He was invited to go to a most disagreeable place,
and the Hopkins men kept on until they came out of
the park and boarded a street car. |

Then, of course, Merry had to give up.

Befogged by drink, Fillmore went straight to his
sister’s home, taking Hackett with him. On entering .

they encountered Inza and Elsie, and thus, through.

their own folly, exposed themselves to the girls in
much the same céndition in which they had intended to
expose Frank and Bart.

| CHAPTER XIV.
BEFORE THE GAME.

The game of lacrosse between Hopkins and Merri-
well’s team was arranged, no objection being raised to
it by the committee of athletics at the college. |

Merry got his team altogether and put in some ear- <¢
As he —
had expected, he was able to get five Harvard men to

nest practice before appearing in Baltimore.

play with him. Vernell, his center, was from Yale.

The day of the game in Baltimore was cloudy in the ‘
morning, but toward noon it cleared up and the sun

There was. a light breeze

shone forth from a blue sky.

 
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blowing, and this promised to be most refreshing, as
hot weather had prevailed for more than two weeks.

This was the way the two teams lined up on the
field at Oriole Park:

 

 

 

 

THE MERRIES. JOHNS HOPKINS.
+Brisbane,
Goal guard. _
TDelano,
Point.
7Fillmore,
Cover point.
tLowe,
1st defense.
Kellogg,
2d defense,
*Mowry,
3d defense.

*Wilkins,

In home.
*Morgan,

Out home.

*Onslaw,

Ist attack.
*Thatcher,

2d attack.
*Merriwell,

3d attack.

' THackett,
Center.

*Vernell,
Center.

TWoodin,

3d attack.
TGrimes,

2d attack.
tWhisper,

Ist attack.
TPierce,

Out home.
iZanger,

In home,

*Gamp,
3d defense.
*Hunier,
ad defense.
*Wilson,
Ist defense.
*Starbright,
Cover point.
*Ready,
Point.
*Hodge,
Goal guard.

 

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. Phe Baltimore baseball team was playing aw ay from
ere: so it was an easy matter to secure the park.
The great surprise of the day was the crowd that
oe turned out to witness the contest. Never before in the
history of lacrosse at Baltimore had there been such a
_ gathering at a game. The stand was well filled, and
the bleachers to the right, which Bt ai to be near
oe of the goals, were packed. £S

> Not all the spectators were igen Baltimore, how-
‘ever. On the bleachers there was a gathering of Yale
and Harvard men, who for once mingled like fellows
of the same college. Such a game was destined to do
more to promote good fellowship between the two uni-

versities than many anonymous ten thousand- dollar:

contributions for that purpose.

The leader of the team opposed to Hopidias was a
‘ale grad. With him were Morgan, Gamp, Star-

bright, Ready and Hodge, all former Yale men.
| , who played center for eh was aol in Yale and

old days!

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on the Yale lacrosse team. The other players were”
Harvard men. e ea

So Yale and Harvard met on the bleachers. They
sat side by side and locked arms. They laughed and
joked and cheered together. They united in singing
the songs of the two colleges. First it was ‘“Boola,”
then “Up the Street.” “Bingo” was followed by Be pe wig
Harvard.” |

The people in the stand clapped their hands anf
showed their délight over the singing. A little bunclt
of Hopkins men cheered repeatedly, but their cheering" ;
was weak and almost ludicrous in comparison to th |
cheering for a Yale or Harvard team on their home
fields, : rt es

In the stand sat Elsie Bellwood and Inza Burrag
both thrilled by the joy of it.
_ “Oh, Inza!” breathed Elsie; “isn’t it grand! Isn
it just splendid to be at a game like this and see Frag
and Bart on the field once more!” *

Inza was no less moved.

“It’s like old times,’ she answered.

1"?

“Oh, the swe

Then she softly hummed:

“Oh, the days that have vanished forever—
The sweet, sunny days of the past!

They'll come again back to us never,
They were happy—too happy to last!”

“But there are happier days in store for us all, Inza,
said Elsie. “I feel it—I know it!” -
_“T believe that, also,” nodded Inza. “Still, I ofte
think of the days when we first met. I think of Far
dale, and it seems so far—so very far away! I thin!
of our pre to Yale, and somehow that seems long

long ago.” :
“What a splendid- looking lot of fellow 5!” exclaime
Elsie. “Aren’t they, Inza?’’
“Yes: but I see one who looks finer in my ey es, thai
a thousand like the others on the field.”
8 fie! I don’t believe you’re looking at the on
I see.’ , eae s
“T don’t believe So, ‘cither.”
“T hope not.” ‘
“So do I. There, Elsie, we’re both satisfied: Hea
the Harvard cheer. Isn’t it a splendid sound?” ie
“T like the Yale cheer better.” ee
“T love them both. Look, there Bop the two cap
tains—there goes Frank!”
The captains and some of the officials were aie
a consultation near the center of the field. It was so or
over, and, the referee Woes the ball in the center of th

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; spread out and lfmed up in_regular In truth, Hopkins had made a goal in astonishingly

quick time, and there was cause for the Baltimore stu-
dents on the bleachers to cheer with delight.

“Oh, wasn’t that terrible!’ breathed Elsie Bellwood.
“Why did they let them do it?”

CHAPTER. XV: “Because they couldn’t help it, I think,’ answered
A LIVELY FIRST HALF. Inza, as she watched the players of the two. teams
changing sides.

“I’m afraid these Hopkins men are going to win
with ease,” said the girl with golden hair.

“T’m not afraid of it,” retorted Inza. “One goal
will not win this game.”

“But, you know, Fred Fillmore has told us right
along that no picked-up team in the country could de-
feat Hopkins.”

“Which he believes,” nodded Inza. “But you
mustn’t think Frank is foolish enough to bring a weak
team here to meet the champions of the United States.
Don’t worry? Elsie. You'll see something different
before the game is finished.”

In spite of Inza’s confidence, it was not long before ©
the situation began to assume a graver ‘aspect, for, al-
though Vernell again got the bail, which was carried
down ¢o Hopkins’ goal, Brisbane barely stopping a
score, the Baltimore players got in and cargied the
sphere up the field, kept it in the vicinity of tf Mer-
ries’ net for fully three minutes and finally drove it in.

The Hopkins cheer sounded louder and more ex-
ultant than ever.

“Tt’s just as I feared!” exclaimed Elsie.

“Wait, wait,” repeated Inza.

As the players were shifting sides. Hackett spoke to
Fillmore: |

“A regular snap,” he laughed.

“I’m afraid it’s too easy,” retorted the Hopkins
captain.

Vernell was a clever man at center. He waited until

Hackett placed his stick, after which he quickly placed
his in such a position as to balk the effort he fancied
he ‘Hopkins man intended to make.
The whistle sounded.

Hackett attempted to draw the ball, but with a snap

lerry scooped it as Mowry came in on him.
fowry tried a “check up,’ but was a second too
, although the

( Inslaw with a quick “‘tip.” |
_ Lowe attempted a check with his stick, but Onslaw
rned in such a way that the move to balk him failed.
Wilkins was in position to try for a goal, but De-
ano was clinging to him like a leech.
Onslaw found himself pocketed between two of the
Hopkins men, and he ventured a pass to Wilkins.
~ Delano darted in and knocked the ball out of Wil-
kins’ stick.
It went’ to Fillmore.
i _The Hopkins captain was on the alert. Like a cat
1e scooted the ball from the ground, av oiding Morgan,
; apd darted out to one side, where he made a long pass
s to Woodin.
Woodin went flying toward the Merries’ goal, run-
ning like a deer and managing to keep clear of Gamp.
Starbright left his man and darted across to inter-
t Woodin before the Hopkins third attack should °
ich a dangerous position. \
aiee O05 to Pierce, but Pierce failed to take

Fillmore was watching for his chance to get at On-_
slaw or Merriwell. He felt that such a chance would
come in a scrimmage before the game was over, and
he hoped Merriwell would be the man he could land on.
He was satisfied that the game would give him oppor-
tunities to show Frank up as a very ordinary lacrosse |
player. |

On the next face off Hackett baffled Vernell and se-.

S eae Pierce made a throw over his head. Cured the ball for his own side. :

her by rare judgment or accident, he sent the ball Then it seemed as if the locals were going to add
’s stick, and Zanger made a quick snap for another tally right away. Woodin himself carried the
_ ball through, avoiding man after man, and. sent it

whizzing waist high at the net. :

It was one of the most difficult throws for a goal —

guard to stop, but Hodge a to check it and é

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send the ball off to one side, where he hoped Ready
or Starbright would secure it. 7

Ready tried, but Pierce’s body checked him,
Whisper came in and scooped the ball

Right up to the net dashed Whisper. He fancied
he would make a goal without trouble; but Hodge was
The ball fell in front of the net not ten

while

there again.
feet away.
An instant later there was a general mix-up of the
players of both sides, all for the ball,
Hodge himself secured it, detecting the opportunity and
He could not carry it far, but

scrambling

leaving the net to do so.
he sent it up the field to Merry.

Merriwell caught the ball handsomely and was off
like a deer.

Mowry tried to close in on him, but Frank actually
ran right round the Hopkins man, holding his stick so
the ball could not be knocked out of it.

Kel-

He found Kellogg ready for him. Apparently,

logg would force him to make a pass.
In some manner,
Kellogg.

Lowe

Frank turned aside and went round

missed him by yards.

Fillmore saw his opening. He was swift on his feet,

and held not believe anyone could carry a ball round

him as Frank had carried it round Mowry and Kel-
loge. He came in to stop the captain of the opposing
, team. 3

Eopacenty Frank was intending to dodge to the

left, although he made a bluff of bearing to the right.
_ Fillmore smiled a, bit to think the man should fancy
he could be deceived in such a manner. Then Merry
- turned quickly to the left; he leaped to check him.

But, to his dismay, the turn was only. a feint on
» Merry’ s part, for he shifted and went leaping to the

_ right, passing round the captain. of the local team with
the same ease that he had passed the others. »

He was now in position to try for goal, and he sent
the ball whizzing into the upper left-hand corner of
the net.

“Goal!” was the cry that went up. S
_ The Yale and Harvard men on the bleachers united
in a cheer for Merriwell. 3

‘Fred Fillmoré was astonished and enraged. He
‘realized that Frank had made a sorry spectacle of him
at a time when he had hoped it would be the other way.

_ He knew two girls in the stand were rejoicing, and he
- ground his fine, white teeth together in impotent rage.

“Next time I'll break his head with my stick rather

- than let ns dodge me that way!" he muttered.

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Almost instantly he decided that it would not do to

It might be done in + |
a scrimmage or general mix-up, but to do it in the open ~ ol
would be to invite criticism and to run the risk of be-~
ing put out of the game by the referee. v3

attempt such a thing in-the open.

“Well, this is not wholly one sided!’ shouted a Yale ©
man on the bleachers.
“Not while Frank Merriwell is in the game,” cried
another.

The eyes of Inza Burrage were glowing and she. a
could scarcely keep from cheering herself,

“Didn't I tell you, Elsie!” she cried. “I knew what < fa I ts
would happen! Both Frank and Bart are playing
splendidly. Bart kept Hopkins from scoring that time,”
and then Frank made a goal for his own side.”

Elsie, had brightened up, but she was quivering
while the color came and went in her cheeks.

“T didn’t —

“4t’s awfully exciting!’ she murmured.
think it would be so exciting!’
said Inza; “and not enough © ee
is made of it in this The United States —
should not permit Canada to hold such a long lead in
such a fine game.”

“It’s a beautiful game,”
country.

“Fred Fillmore didn’t stop Frank that time.”

“Hardly !” .

“I wonder why he dislikes Frank so?
does dislike him.”

I know he

He tried to lay it onto Frank
came home intoxicated af- _
7

“Of course he does.
when he and Tom Hackett c

ter that trip to the road house out on the Pimlico Road. —

I didn’t believe him; I knew he was lying. He and ~
the other fellows tried to get Frank and Bart full, but ~
they w ere BOS and I*red has been holding a gridéa Bet
ever since.”’ .

“TL think he would hurt Frank, if he could.”

“T have an idea that Frank can take care of him- |

self.”’ )
°

Hopkins had hoped to keep the visitors from scorin
and the whole team was pabOGs sore over the success
of the Merries.
Se ollowing this there was quite a period during whi
‘neither goal was in imminent danger. Hopkins. to
the offensive and kept it up, but each time the ball dre
close to the Merries’ net some of the defenders sent
away. ca

The home team grew more and more persistent. —
Woodin rushed the ball down the field repeatedly, o1
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Finally the locals closed in for a united attack, and
b th Hodge and Ready were kept busy. They worked
ke Trojans, but were given little respite, and finally
erce shot a goal.
uring the five minutes of play that followed in the
- halt eo made another try to score; but

CHAPTER XVI.

A. HOT: SECOND “HALF.

‘That's right, it was a shame. Know how it hap-

na “Why, Merriwell just run right round the whole of
ul u fellows.”
il turned my ankle ae as I was jumping to check
a, | lied Fillmore. “If it. hadn’t been for that he’d
r got sig the."’

“For Merry’s a jolly good fellow,
Merry’s.a jolly good fellow,
Merry’s a jolly good fellow,
Which nobody can deny.”

erriwell gave Harvard more trouble than any other
1 Yale men when he was in college, yet here are those

The teams lined up, and once more Vernell proved
$ skill at center by drawing the ball from Hackett,

ee

to the disgust of the latter.

Phe first half had‘ been lively; the second half was
Both teams went into it fiercely, straining every ©

ry e. Up and down the field flew the ball. Woodin
le some splendid runs. Fillmore distinguished
iself by taking the ball out of Morgan’s stick just
Dade was on the point of trying for goal. At times
yas difficult to follow all the rapid plays.

still it was some time before either side forced the
1 guards to sweat. ee was the first one .com-

WEEKLY. 25

pelled to work hard, and he made five difficult stops in
rapid succession, causing the spectators to cheer him
loudly

Frank laughed softly

“Good old Bart!” muttered.
picked the right man to guard the net.
knows it now.”

Onslaw advised Frank to use Wilson.

It was Ready who passed the ball to Thatcher.

Thatcher tried to advance it, but was pocketed by
two of the Hopkins defenders. Neither Morgan nor

“T knew I had
Reckon Onslaw

he

Wilkins was in position to take the ball, so Thatcher
was compelled to pass it back to Merriwell.

It was a poor throw, for Mowry was nearer the ball
and seemed sure to get it.

How Frank covered ground so fast no one seemed
able to tell, but, running like the wind, he thrust out
his stick and took the ball just as Mowry was on the
point of catching it.

A yell of delight went up from his many admirers.

“Wake up, there, you fellow!” shouted a man. “You
didn’t catch it, did you! Ha! ha! ha!”

Kellogg .came at Frank, but Merry easily avoided
him, holding his.club high and swaying it as he ran.

Lowe, however, managed to force Merry off to one
side.

Frank passed to Onslaw.

A moment later there was a ‘grand scrimmage in
front of the Hopkins goal, in which a number of men
of both teams were engaged. Fillmore was in it, and
he found his opporttinity. He smashed Onslaw across

his bare shins with the stick, and the Harvard man

went down.

__ The whistle blew.

Onslaw said nothing.
His shins were rubbed and patched up and he re-

Fillmore protested regret.

entered the game.
Not three minutes later there was another scrim-

mage, for once more Frank secured the ball and ran

with it to a position where he could try for goal. Bris-
bane stopped the ball and drove it away. Players of
both teams went after it and there was a mix-up, Mer-
riwell being in the midst of it. , .
They saw a stick sweep —
through the air. The blow, as it landed on a player's 6.
head, was heard i in the stand. " ts

Fred Fillmore got into it.

 
o the ball.

26 TIP TOP

Again the whistle blew.

Frank Merriwell was prone on the ground with his
scalp cut open.

Fillmore had a broken stick, and he was bending
over Merriwell, proclaiming his regret. |

Inza Burrage started up, but she saw Frank rise to
a sitting posture, and she sat down again, although her
face was deathly white.

“Fred Fillmore did

“They should put him out of the game!”

that intentionally!’ she ex-
claimed.
Frank’s injury was quickly dressed. A bandage was
tied about his head, and he continued to play.
“What’s the matter with Merriwell?’” yelled a de-
lighted ‘Yale man.

“He’s all right!” answered a hundred voices.

“They’d better put that Hopkins stiff out of ee

game!” shouted still another man.
Fillmore*had been warned by the referee.
The game was resumed.

It was Herb Onslaw who finally shot the ball into
the net.

Hopkins was now only one goal in the lead.

The local players fought hard to hold that lead.

The ball was sent into the territory of the Merries,
but it did not remain there long. Starbright shot it
back, and Frank took it.

They could not stop him. He carried it down and
shot for goal.

Brisbane stopped it, but it fell at his feet.

Wilkins was at hand, and he scooped it into the net.

The score was tied.
Never had Fillmore and his fellows been more des-
perate. They had fancied the game safely in their
hands; but now they saw it slipping through their
fingers. :

It was no use. Again the Hopkins players saw the
ball go into Merriwell’s possession, and again they did
their level best to keep him from re eaching a position
where he could try for goal.

But, swiftly dodging man after man, Merry wove
his way through them toward the net and the anxious

- goal keeper. :

_- Brisbane was nervous. He feared he could not stop
That fear aided in his undoing. -

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He did not stop it. 4
Merry cast it deftly into one of the upper corners.
of the net, and his team had taken the lead. ies
After that Hopkins seemed to slump. Had the game
lasted a few minutes more the Merries would have
added another score. , As it was, it finally ended fo

to three, just as th 1e game with Harvard had is

he-said. «] don’t know how

you happened to be chosen the captain of the Hopkin

at Hasttips’ road Lier

fellow.”

“Be careful!” muttered Fillmore.
you say!’
“I am very careful. I am going to remain. ov
few days in Baltimore, and I shall try to see you agé
while Iam here. If I meet you ina convenient focalit ’

I promise to give you something in return for the cracl
That is all.”

AS
ry
ty

on the head that you gave me to-day.

That very night Fred Fillmore caught a train
Union Station, bound for New York. He was no
anxious to meet Merriwell again for some time.

THE END.

The Mext Number (481) Will Contain

FRANK MERRIWELL’S GREAT DA

OR,

The Crowning Triumph of His Career.

Fillmore—A Desperate Youth—True Love’s
graph—The Arm Grip-—The Unseen Lover—
Price of a Broken Leg—At the University
The Jap Challenges Frank —Warned of the Trap.
American against Jap—The Victor—The Old Place
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, ; Dear Tir Tor Reapers: | propose a Roll of Honor, té
~| be placed at the head of the Applause column, where
~*~ each week may be printed the names of those Tip Toppers

a. who have actually done something—and are still doing

something—to jncrease the circulation of this weekly.

How does this idea strike you? How would you like
to. see your name printed in this Roll of Honor? Of
; * course it would be impractical, if not impossible, to keep
the names standing, as the list might soon become too
long; but each week new names might be printed as
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ig letters were received from
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4 To begin with, I would place the name of “Rex V.,”
i Richmond, Va., at the head of the list. Here’s a real
q Tre Tor enthusiast, who is not satisfied in being en-
¢ 4 thusiastic merely. He’s a doer as well as a shouter.
9 ie The world is full of shouters who never do much of any-

thing. But “Rex V.” says: “You can rest assured that,
although I haven’t a doubt that I have made at least
fifty boys of this city constant readers of Mr. Standish’s
works, I shall endeavor to get fifty times fifty boys and
girls to read it.” That’s ‘the talk! That’s the right
spirit! Here’s to you, Rex, the worker! May you suc-
ceed in life as, you have succeeded with the Trp Top.

Then there are others. There’s John R. Rains, of
Ripley, Miss., who says that, although Tie Top has a
large sale in his town, he is going to do his best to double
that sale this year. You're all right, John! Take your
place next the head. Others are David B. Elliott, who
has in his head ideas which indicate good gray matter,
and makes a splendid suggestion in No. 473; C. C. H.,
Masontown, Pa., and Harold B. Davenport, Monroe
City, Mo. I anticipate many others will follow, gia our
Roll of Honor will grow swiftly.

We're right in the midst of spring sports now, and
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In . saying that they would like to see Chet Arlington strung up.

   

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order to do this I am following up the games and getting
soaked with “atmosphere,” which I seek to reproduce in
Tre Tor. I was at the Hopkins-Harvard lacrosse game
in Baltimore, and saw one of the finest lacrosse matches
it has ever been my fortune to witness. You know
Hopkins claims the championship of this country, and
has held it for some years. I feared the game would be
one-sided, and I was actually relieved when, after Hop-
kins had scored three times, Harvard finally secured a
goal. But I was quite unprepared for what followed, for
the boys from Cambridge kept at it with so much skill
and ginger that they finally won, the final score being
four to three. Such a determined uphill fight filled me
with enthusiasm, and, although I am not a great Har-
vard admirer, I left the field in a well-satisfied frame of
mind. In justice to Hopkins, let me say that one of her
very best players was injured in the first of the second
half and compelled to retire from the field, which may
have had something to do with the final result. I sym-
pathized with the “gritty” chap, who had tried to stay in
the game, although | “he could ace hobble, and I fancied
I understood his feelings as he lay on a blanket at one
side of the field and watched his comrades go down in
defeat before the Crimson. But it was clean sport, square
sport, and a beautiful game.

We're getting plenty of baseball now, but I cannot get
up quite as much enthusiasm over the professional arti-
cle as is aroused in me by college games. One is for
sport; the other for pay. At last, with Paul Coburn
on the slab, Harvard has broken the hoodoo and de-
feated Princeton. Coburn is a good one. Keep your
eye on him. Over at Georgetown they have a fighting
team, as usual, but their pitching staff is not quite as
strong as usual, They miss Fred O’Brien, with his daz-
zling speed and his in-shoot that winds round a batter’s
neck. At his best, Fred can deliver the goods. Al-
though Boston has farmed him out, I understand Collins
is Still keeping a string on him, and he may be given
another trial next year.

Well, boys, here’s looking for your names on the Roll
of Honor. Let’s hear from you.

Ever your friend,
Burt L. STANDISH.

,

Believing tiead the suggestion given by Mr. Standish
is well worth following out, we shall, commencing with
next week’s issue, begin the publication of a Tir Top
Rott or Honor. From time to time we shall revise this
list of names, adding new ones, and possibly dropping
others, lest the number grow unwieldy. We trust that
manyesof the ardent admirers of “good old Tip Top” will
deem it a privilege to see their name prominent in the list
of those who are working zealously for the spread of the
gospel of athletics through their favorite weekly?

I would like to show my appreciation to the king of weeklies,
Tip Top. I think Frank Merriwell is a model for both boy, youth
and manhood, and I also think that Bart Hodge should be con-
sidered next to Frank. I also like Dick, but I think Brad Buck-
hart should be strung up and put out of existence.

I don’t know why I have stich a feeling, but I have, and I am
willing to stand all criticism that may be thrown at me from my
fellow men in the Applause coltmn.

Now there are many letters coming to the Applause column,

   
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That may be so, but if Chester was taken out of Tip Top, we
would lose no little bit of interest, for it only goes to show how
Dick Merriwell can conquer his enemies, through thick and thin.
Among Frank’s friends, I like Bart, Bruce, Jack Diamond,
Harry, Jack Ready, Inza, Elsie and all the rest.
I will now close, with best of wishes to Burt L. Standish and
Street & Smith, ALLEN Brown.
89 Lester Street, Providence, R. I.

Brad has many friends, and your letter may cause them to
“follow your trail.’ Your remarks about Chester are quite true.

I hope you will find room in the Applause column for me.
I have been reading Tip Top for a great many years, and I think
it is all O. K. Dick and Brad are all right, but, Chester, he’s not
much. Doris is the girl for Brad, and June for Dick alone.
Dave Flint is true blue, and Black beats Chester to. a finish.
There will be a hot time when Dick comes back to Fardale. How
are they getting on in Fardale without Dick and Brad? I bet it
is going to the dogs. Three cheers for B. L.- Standish and
Street & Smith. Will you kindly send me the names of Frank
Merriwell’s ten-cent books?

Hoping this will find a place in Applause column, I remain,
always loyal to Tip Top, a lonely Canadian, Wo. HILtocx.

Galt, Ontario, Canada.

You probably refer to “Frank Merriwell’s Book of Physical

Development,”
Donovan, which can be obtained by sending fourteen cents for
each to Street & Smith, the publishers—ten cents for the book

and four cents to cover postage.

I take the liberty of writing to let you know what I think of
Tip Top. I think it is tiptop and at the head of its class.

I have been reading it ever since it was first published, and I.

find that it is, by far, better than any of the other weeklies pub-
lished. It always contains stories of healthy and manly sports,
and the characters are bright, interesting people. Mr. Standish
describes a ball game, or other events, in such a realistic manner
that you can almost see it yourself. The stories about Dick
and his friends are fine, but I like those of Frank and his flock
the best, because it seems as if they were old friends in true
life instead of characters. There are such noble young men as
Frank in true life, and blessed are those who are friends to
such. I am saving souvenir view cards, and I will exchange
views with any reader who will send me some. With best wishes
to Mr. Standish and Messrs. Street & Smith, I remain, always
a reader of Tip Top, Epwarp MINCK.
4 Jefferson Avenue, Danbury, Conn.

Yes, indeed, the boys are fortunate who have friends that are
like Frank and Dick Merriweli. May their number increase as
the years roll on. ;

O great and noble sovereign,

All bow to your will;

And your loyal subjects

We will be until

We have gone

To the grand Beyond—

Across the great Divide.

To please us you endeavor,

And for it we'll love you,’

Yea, forever.

You elevate our mind

And make us wise beyond our years.

Suffice to say, come what may,

You’re noblest of all peers.
Toronto, ‘Canada.

Your little poem has the flavor of the Great Northwest.

Kit Dawson.

We have been reading your weeklies for a long time, but think
Tip Top heads them all.
Dick and Frank are our favorites, and we like all of Dick

and Frank’s friends.
Arlington is no good. There's no use talking, he has had too
It’s about time he got it in the neck.

he pe th to punch that fellow’ $ head eyery time he tela sassy.

also “U. S. Army Physical Exercises,” by Prof,

TIP TOP WEEKLY.

Dick is all right,
when Brad wants to go for him, Dick is always there to stop
him.
We are glad to hear that oe got the best of ac Norte in
his schemes to beat him.
Will close now, wishing Street & Smith and Burt L. a long life.
Alameda, Cal. Sunny JIM. —
OLIvER TWIST. ©

Your letter shows that you are an enthusiastic and careful
Chet Arlington may reform. Let’s —

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reader of Tip Top. Possibly
hope so.

In dreams, methinks I see a sight,

A vision of a golden light;

And sitting on a throne of gold,

There sits the judge of all our souls.

Below him is a motley crowd,

Their knees are bent, their heads are bowed.

And the judge from a list he reads:

“Jim Stretcher, what are thy deeds?”

And Stretcher says: “I never lied

From the day I was born until the day I died.”

And the judge asked him, in accents cold,
How he came to be so bold.

And Stretcher said: “So was it on earth,
For lies I never found a dearth.” .

Then the judge said: “Oh, down you go.”
So the imps they rushed him down below.

Then Arlington’s name was read from the list,
And there arose a hoot and a hiss.

And Arlington said: “Oh, hear the snobs,
They are nothing but a common mob;

My father did a railroad run,

And of this great man I am a son.”

The judge made a motion, he did not reply,

And the imps conveyed him to a hot piace close by.

Then Eph and Hans came together,

Quarreling about the state of the weather.

Then the judge took a piece of leather,

And said: “Quarrel over this for ever and ever.”

Oh, Dick and Frank and Flint and Bart

All got passes and did not part.

And all our friends, and Doris and June,

After the others followed soon.

Once they were in the golden street

They saw the figure of Ready, neat;

And he exclaimed: “Oh, see my stately grace,

The halo of my classic face.

And when he saw me, the judge made haste

To pass me in this grand old place.”
I will close, with a cheer for Mr. Standish and Street ei Smith, |
Henderson, Ky. H. W. U. I. G E. O.

Your verses are clever, and you have evidently disposed of the
various characters according to their merits.

As I have been a constant reader of Tip Top for over five. §

years, and have read nearly all the back numbers, I take a ‘Thetis
which I feel fully justified in taking by writing to Applause.

When I read Tip Top, in my mind’s eye 1 like to picture the a

story, and thus see more readily what a difficult task Burt L.
has to do to meet the demands of the vast host of readers of
Tip Top.

‘I say: ‘ideal of the American

“All hail to Burt L. for his

. * . * aa
| but we think he is a little soft on Chet.
Brad is the boy who would not stand any nonsense from him, but —

youth,’ and to Street & Smith for the way that it is presented.” ¢

By reading in the Applause we find some readers who think _
C. Arlington hasn’t had one-half the. show he needed. Others
who say he has had the show, but refused. Others who feel
sure that Dick and Frank Merriwell are A. No. I.

You must remember, Pome Kandi aAm Displeased, a

Butt L. is pleasing a large majority of the readers, and in order
to do so he must write “the stories as he thinks they ought e “ey

be written.

OF course [I den’ claim to be entirely free from that. come #

 
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habit about the way I think Tip Top ought to be
but I do realize and know that I have not read anything
_touch/and keeping with the American boy’s life and
n the stories in Tip Top.
ne has lately written to the Applause column, stating
thought Mr. G. A. Henty was a more interesting
young people than Burt L. Standish. “Bah! You don’t
at you seem to say when you say that. Has G. A.
‘€ver written a story, when, by reading it, you can enjoy
‘nearly as well as if present in person, whether it be
all game, a story of adventure or a trip any place sight-
r? No. Has G. A. Henty ever set his story hero up as an
el for a young man, or fags wt even, to pattern after?
ve read several of G. A. Henty’s books, and will say
they are good eae “but they can’t begin to equal
es Burt L. Standish puts out.
who haven’t as yet read them begin now, and take
iwell as our model for the year 1905, and see if we
“more manly and self- reliant and trustworthy than we are
e reason for this letter is that I am getting sore at the
ne readers pick on the author, Burt ae Well, so much
L. He is all right, no matter who says anything

, I have read nearly every number that has been printed
all continue to do so as long as possible. Myfather reads
ll of them and occasionally my mother reads one.
y writing to nfé will gladly receive an answer. I
once before, but I guess it fell in the waste-paper basket.
will close, hoping this meets a different fate.

Who! who! who! Rah! Frank and Dick.
Who! who! who! Rah! Take your pick.
Work your hardest, take the rest,

But leave for me the very best.

Street & Smith, they are the ones,

By whom Burt L. portrays his fun.

Frank and Dick, yes, they are true;

Yes they are, they are true blue;

Always standing for what is right,

Never quarreling, try not to fight.

They stand, for me, what I call joy,

The “ideal of an*American boy.”

Maruin J. Sryon.

aylor Street, Sangers, Mass.
andish will appreciate your kind words. He is fortunate
able to please such a wide circle of readers. |

s

g been a constant reader of the king of weeklies for over
ears, I thought I would write. I like Frank and his friends,
ope he marries Inza, as a separation would make trouble.

r fair Elsie. I like Dick, and hope he gets Doris. I like

friends, especially Brad. Dear Brad, he is my style. He
ue-born Texan, and is there with the goods when wanted.

Dave Flint makes Black come to terms. I, M,. Kicking
I. M. Delighted are kicking their insides out this kind of

r. Fools like them will kick in their coffin. Theodore S.
to see a doctor and see if he is all there. A. Mark, and
' Moore, and that fool, Arkansas Bill, ought to blow up
ust. Eugene Jones is another one who likes that dog, Ar-

A. B. Ortise has another think coming to him about

Felicia is Brad’s girl.
jing I haven’t taken too much of your valuable space, and
s to see the two ideals of Tip Top return to Fardale with

d Gunn, I remain, A PHILADELPHIAN.
delphia, Pa.

certainly have kept track of all the “kickers,” haven’t you?
re indeed an enthusiastic partisan.

and wiggle.” It’s about time that some
‘Bradites should come to ’the rescue of one of Tip Top’s
Whoever said that Brad is a “loud-mouthed ee
that kind of trash, is a “saphead,” like Percy. Now,
thing that Brad will,not risk for Dick? Brad isya little
on the outside, but he has a kind heart that is nearly
ze as himself, and that is saying a whole lot. Now, my
friends, what is the use of trying to dictate to our friend
. about who Dick should marry, and that you wish Mr.
sh would do this and do that, and‘all that sort of talk?
; as a very young boy and should not have the idea of mar-

ake up, snakes,

WEEKLY. 29

for what if he would go and get married.
Top would not contain the stories
of his adventures at dear old Yale, and I know none of us wish
to miss those stories. There is another thing: If Burt L. should
ever try to make Tip Top to suit a great many of the readers
as they would wish I think dear Burt L. would be a little
“gone” in the upper story. So, dear readers, be a little more
reasonable, for I know Mr. S. is trying to suit us all, and that
is a very hard mattter.

And as to my “favorites,” I like them all, and even Chester,
for what would it be if Dick did not have some one to make it
interesting for him, for Dick is a fellow who likes adventure, and
is on the same order as dear Frank; and if he did not have these
different fellows, like Chet, trying all kinds of tricks on him, he
would have a clear path and no one to try to stop him, and it
would be an easy road to success, and, as we all know, “success”
is not easily accomplished, and when it is a hard matter to ac-
complish it, the victory is all the grander. So, dear friends,
let us leave it to Mr. S., and I know he will make things right.

An everlasting reader of Tip Top, the “Great,”

Philadelphia, Pa. INTERNATIONAL,

Yes, as you say, Dick is too young to think of marriage yet.
It would indeed be a hard task to suit each one of the thousands
of readers of Tip Tap, but in the main, we think they are
pleased, don’t you? 8

riage in his head,
what would we do, for Tip

Though it has not been a very long time since [ began reading
Tip Top, I shall take the privilege to write you concerning my
thoughts about the ki@ of weeklies.

The characters all suit me to the tip, but Dick and Frank are
on top. These two, with June and Inza, will be safe. Bart, I
think, is Frank’s best friend. Dick has ‘Brad, with Bunol and
Chet as enemies.

Mr. Standish has all the other weekly writers in a hole, when
it comes to arranging the cast of characters.

As I’m a ball player, I take much interest in the Trolley
League. Prof. Fourmen has every fine point down to a razor’s
edge in his pages.

I collect souvenir postals, and will return piece for piece with
any of your kind readers, Tep E. Lerennre.

23 Amherst Street, Nashua, N. H.
Glad that Tip Top pleases you so much and that Prof. Four
men’s hints have benefited you. ‘

I herewith submit the opinion of a faithful Dorisite :
Doris! thou art a maiden fair—
Beautiful, kind and debonair.

By the immortal gods I swear
Thou art a lovely creature,

Fair of form and of feature.
Richard! thou art a manly youth,
Full of honor, upholding truth.
Oh! dost thou not care ’

To love this maiden fair,

So full of love, so rare?

Doris, thous hast a rival;

But may such a revival

Of love, in Dick’s breast arise,
Such a kind that never dies,

‘But all temptations defies!

Moscow, Idaho. A Porta Dorisera.

Sf
You certainly are an enthusiastic “Dorisite.” May all her

champions be as clever in expressing their praise in prose or
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be answered in due time.

Pror. FourMEN: I would like to know if you would print the
following for the Glenwood A. C—winners of the 1903 tourna-
ment: The Glenwood A. C. would like to book games with any
teams within the limits of New York State, from fifteen to seven-
teen -years, being the 1903 Tip Top Baseball Tournament winners.
We line up as follows: Pitcher, W. Rasch; catcher, P. Carlin;
Ist base, E. McLeese; 2d base, G. Murry; 3d base, F. Bradshaw;
shortstop, L. Bell; left field, J. Denny; center field, A. Denny;
right field, H. Bartholmew. Adress games to

G. Murry, Captain and Manager.

Glenwood Road and East Thirty-fifth Street,

Flatbush, Brooklyn.

We print the above with pleasure, and trust that the “Glen-
woods” may find batsmen worthy of their curves,

Pror. FourMEN: My measurements are: Age, 18 years; weight,
140 pounds; height, 5 feet 9 inches; neck, 13% inches; right
bicep, 11 inches; left, 1034 inches; thighs, 20% inches; calves,
15 inches; waist, 31% inches; ankles, 8!4 inches; wrists, 6%
inches; across shoulders, 18 inches; chest, normal, 36 inches;
expanded, 39 inches. 1. How are my dimensions for my age?
2. What are my weak points? Yours truly, W. PHARES.

Clinton, Ill.

1. Your measurements are fair for your age.
2. Your weak points are your neck anda biceps.
calves are good.

Chest and

Pror. FourMEN: I am 22 years old; height, 5 feet 7 inches;
weight, 13734 pounds. 1. How much should my weight be? 2.
Will you please tell me what weight dumb-bells I should use?

Yours truly, W. RicHarp WILLIAMS.

1152 Fifteenth Street, N. W., Washington, D. C.

I, The proper weight for your height would be one hundred

and forty pounds.
2. For ordinary exercise, two-pound dumb-bells are sufficiently

heavy.

Pror. Fourmen: I take the liberty to ask a few questions.
Age, 15 years; weight, 130 pounds; height, 5 feet 8 inches; chest,
normal, 32 inches; expanded, 34 inches; waist, 29 inches; thigh,
19 inches; calf, 13 inches; neck, 13% inches; shoulders, across,
17 inches. 1. How are my measurements? 2. What ‘are my
weak points, and how can I improve them? 3. I am rather tall
and slim for my age. How can I become stouter? 4. Is there a
method for a person to stop growing? If so, please tell me

where it might be secured.
A FarruFuL READER oF Tip Top WEEKLY.

1. You are evidently intended for a large man. Your height
and weight are above the average for a boy, of your age.

Correspondents are requested to make their letters as brief as possible, in order that all may

2. Your weak points are your chest and calves. Plenty of ex-
ercise in the open air, a punching bag and proper breathing will ©
develop your chest. Walking and bicycling will develop your
calves.

3. Your height and weight are not very much out of propor-
tion. Drink plenty of water.

4. No, there is no method I know of to stop growing, unless
you stop living.

Pror. Fourmen: Age, 12 years; height, 5 feet; weight, 96
pounds; chest, normal, 29 inches; expanded, 32 inches; waist, 26
inches; forearm, contracted, 10 inches; expanded, 12 inches;.
wrist, 6 inches; ankle, 8 inches; calf, 12 inches. 1. How are my-
measurements? 2. What are my weak points? 3. My strong
ones? 4. How can I develop my chest and my shoulders?

J. Ai Age

1. For a boy of your age you are very well developed.
2. You haye no noticeable weak points.
3. Your chest, biceps and calves.

4. Punching the bag and some good calisthenic exercises.

Pror. FourMEN: My age is 16 years; 5 feet 534 inches tall;
weight, 125 pounds; neck, 13 inches; biceps, 11 inches; forearm,
10% inches; wrist, 614 inches; chest, normal, 32 inches; ex
panded, 34 inches; waist, 30 inches; thighs, 18% inches; calves,
12%4 inches; ankles, 9 inches. 1. How are my measurements? 2,
What are my weak points? 3. How can I remedy them? 4.
Can you tell me a cure for nervousness? 5: Where can I get
a book on pitching? Yours truly,

A CoLoneL FrRoM KENTUCKY.

1. Fair.

2. Your chest and biceps.

3. By punching the bag, rowing and baseball.

4. Your nervousness may be caused by cigarettes, but I hope
not. If it is not an inherited failing it can be cured by using the
will power and determining to overcome it.

s. A. G. Spalding & Bro. publish a handbook on pitching.

Pror, Fourmen: I am 16 years old; weight, 140 pounds;
height, 5 feet 8 inches; chest, uninflated, 35% inches; inflated,
36% inches; waist, 29 inches; calves, 13)2 inches; right arm, 11
inches; left, 1014 inches; neck, 14% inches; thighs, 21 inches;

1. How are my measurements? 2. How should

hips, 34 inches.
P. M.

I remedy my weak points?
Lafayette, Ind.
1. Your measurements, as a whole, are good.
2. Your weak points are your chest and calves. Indulge in all

outside sports, rowing, swimming, bicycling and walking.

 

 
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chest,

| pounds;

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» ball,
measurements ? H. J. M.

ip ee
PRor. Fourmen: As a reader of Tip Top, I would like to ask
you a few questions. 1. There is a fellow in our town that is
Wsaying that a.man could not live Jong with hard muscles. Is this
Below are my meastirements.
§ 2. Do you think they are good for a boy my age? I take a lot
of exercise: Age, 17 years 6 months; height, 5 feet 5 inches;
norma!, 3744 inches;- expanded, 39% inches; waist, 29
inches; hips, 3614 inches; upper arm, 13 inches; neck, 15 inches;
shoulders, 46 inches; forearm, 1114 inches ; thigh, 22 inches; calf,
E1372 inches; weight, 145 pounds. 3. Which are my weak points?
Yours truly, Rogert RucH.
Bethlehem, Pa.

I. Your friend is mistaken and was probably hoaxing you.
@e Your measurements are excellent.
_ 3e¥ou have few, if any, weak points. Your calves should
& better developed to make your body more symmetrical. Keep
. your €xercise, but don’t overdo it.
ProF. PourMEN: Being a reader of Tip Top, I would like you
Bio answer, a few questions. I am 17 years old; weight, 125
height, 5 feet 5 inches. Can throw, or rather, put ten-
_ pound shot thirty feet without much practice; can hold at arms’
miength twehty pounds; can hold above head fifty pounds. 1. How
s my build? 2. How are my records? I remain, A. AIRY.

t. Very good.
» 2. Your records show that you have considerable muscular
oe imal

>

Pror. Fourmen: As I am a reader of Tip Top Weekly, I take
ithe liberty to ask you a few questions. Age, 15 years 6 months;
_ weight, 135 pounds; height, 5 feet 7 inches; neck, 14% inches;

st, ral, 31 inches; expanded, 34% inches; waist, 28 inches;

{ arm, 934 inches; right, 10 inches; thighs, 19 inches; right
i alf, 73 inches; left, 1344 inches. 1. How are these measure-
ments: 2. How is my weight? 3. How can I enlarge and
Can you tell me a course of ae a4
How can I strengthen them? 5. I play base-
Gs that good exercise? 6. Where are my i eak places in

aye weak ankles.

I. Very good.

2. Just right for your height.

3. Use a punching bag and dumb-bells.
| Get “Frank Merriwell’s Book of Athletic Development” and
Ollow instructions on page 126, for weak ankles.
~5. An excellent exercise.

6. Your chest is your only weak point.

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It should measure

) thirty-six inches.

Pror. Fourmen: I am 16 years old and weigh 103 pounds.
6 feet 6 inches tall; 17 inches across the shoulders; chest, nor-
Mal, 30 inches; expanded, 33 inches; wrists, 6 inches; forearm,

inches; neck, 14 inches; ankles, 9% inches; calves, 1214
aches; thighs, 19 ees waist, 27 inches. 1. How can I de-
Velop arms and legs? 2. Please tell me what I can do to broaden
Bhoulders and take on weight? 3. Does bicycle riding keep
Weight from coming? A. J. M.
St. Louis, Mo.

I. Rowing is a good exercise for you. Also, bag punching and

shoulders, use dumb-bells, exefcising abext

To gain weight, get plenty of
drink plenty of
water, bath hot saa sale

53. Not necessarily, unless you become a “scorcher.”

» Pror. Fourmen: I am just 16 years old, 5 feet 9 inches tall in
mmy bare feet, and weigh 130 pounds. I have grown eight inches
Muring the past year and am consequently thin and long-drawn
mut. Here are some of my measurements: Neck, 13 inches;
ces 10 inches; chest, normal, 3134 inches; expanded, 34
Miehes; calf, 12!4 inches; waist, 28 inches; thigh, 19% inches;
forearm, 9 inches; around shoulders, 37% inches. 1. How are
2. What

ese measurements in respect to my age and height?
r@ my weakest points? 3. Do you think I can weigh one hun-

WEEKLY. 31

shalf I go
Thanking
C9: de.

dred and fifty pounds by next fall? 4. If so, how
about it? I take regular exercises every morning.
you in advance, I remain, yours truly,

Concord, N. H.

You should not despair because you are “long drawn out.”
Time and nature will rectify that. You are at that period in a
boy’s life when, if he is to be a tall man, he is generally what
his companions might describe as ; but in a short while,
if he takes care of himself, he will surprise his youthful tor-
mentors by developing into a splendid specimen of physical man-
hood. So take courage; in time you can become as strong and
rugged as the granite, of your native State.

Your measurements do not, of course, conform with your
height, but as you are growing, that is to be expected.

Your weak points seem to be your neck, chest and calves.

Even if you do not weigh one hundred and fifty pounds by
next fall, by the time you are eighieen, if you continue your
regular daily exercises, do not smoke or drink intoxicants and
get plenty of sleep, you will probably weigh exactly the proper
proportion for your height.

Drink plenty of water, hot on rising and retiring, and all you
crave through the day. This will help increase your weight.

“skinny”

years old, 5 feet 14 inch in height
and weigh 98 pounds. My ger bicep measures II inches; left,
10'%4 inches; chest, normal, 2814 inches; expanded, 31 inches;
neck, 13 inches; forearms, 914 inches; wrists, 6 inches; right
thigh, 18% inches; left, 18 inches; right cA 13 inches; left, 124
inches. I. How are my measurements? What can I do to
strengthen my wrists? 3. What are my woe points, and how
can I strengthen them? Sincerely yours, dy 2 asc
Malden, Mass.

1. For a boy ¢f your age your measurements are excellent.

Z Two-pound dumb-bells, used for ten minutes each morning,
using the “wrist exercises,” will develop the wrists.

3. You seem to have no weak points that I can see, and should
keep up whatever exercises you enjoy.

Pror. FourMEN: I. am 13

Pror. Fourmen: I am 16 years old and 5 feet 6 inches tall.
Wrist, 6 inches; forearm, 934 inches; arm, 10% inches; chest,
32 inches ; expanded, 35% inches; waist, 28 inches; thigh, 18
inches; knee, 14 inches; ankle, 8'4 inches; calf, 1234 inches; hip,
33 inches; shoulder, 7% inches; neck, 14% inches. 1. How are
my measurements? 2. What are my weak points, and what will
remedy them? 3. 1 would like to be a pitcher this season.
What would you advise me to do. besides practicing in a
cellar? I remain, “Joe CrowFoor.”

Portland, Me.

1. Your measurements are not as good as they should be for a
boy of your age and height.

2, Your lower limbs are your weak points and need develop-
ment. Bicycle riding and gymnastic work will accomplish this.

3. Constant, steady practice will alone make a good pitcher of
anyone. Don’t practice in a cellar, however; get out in the fresh
air and sunshine, and besides developing your skill you will be
developing your body.

Pror. FourMEN: I have been a constant reader of Tip Top from
No. 1 to date, and consequently take advantage of your column
to ask you a few questions. I am 24 years old'and weigh 140
pounds. My measurements are as follows: Height, 5 feet 10%
inches; neck, 13% inches; chest, normal, 35 inches; contracted,
3134 oe expanded, 3614 inches; biceps, normal, 10 inches;
flexed, 1114 inches; forearm, 10 inches; wrist, 614 ‘inches; waist,
2714 hae, hips, 34 inches; ‘thigh, 194 inches ; calf, 13% inches:
ae 7¥%4 inches. 1. What are my weakest points ? 2. What
may I do to improve them? 3. What may I do to increase my
weight? 4. What may I do to increase my chest expansion?

; Very truly yours, Hatcott WILson,

Danville, Va.

1. You are not nearly as well developed as you should be for
your age and height. You require a good, practical course of

 
32 SPER STOP

physical culture, systematically followed, which will not only
increase your chest expansion and your weight, but also increase
your other measurements. You are above the average height,
and, therefore, whatever physical defect you may possess will be
all the more noticeable. I do not mean by this that you are by
any means underdeveloped—but with a large frame, such as you
possess, there is a great opportunity to build a strong, symmet-
rical body. I would recommend that you secure a good book of
physical development—Street & Smith publish several—and fol-
low the directions contained therein.

Pror. FourMEN: I am 17 years 6 months) old; height, 6 feet
2 inches; weight, 163 pounds; ankles, 9% inches ; calves, 13
inches; thighs, 20 inches; waist, 28 inches; ; chest, 3014, 32 and
3414 inches; shoulders, girth, 42 inches; biceps, 10 to 11% inches;
forearms, 10 inches; wrists, 634 inches; neck, 13 inches. 1. How
are my measurements ? 2, Please mention my strong points. 3.
What are my weak points, and how can I improve them? 4. My
left lung has always been weak, and I was compelled to come
South from Binghamton this winter for my health. Before I left
hotne I had three spells of sickness and lost five pounds at each
time, reducing my weight from one hundred and forty to one
hundred and twenty-five pounds. During the three months of
my stay in Aiken I have gained to one hundred and fifty-three,
and feel as well as ever. When I was sick, a pain would come
in my left chest and double me up. I would be sick for a week
with it. What caused this? 5. I have been in several long-
distance races. Am I built for a long-distance pone

Aiken, S. C. wid, c

1. Your neasusenenis are fairly good for your age.

2. You are unusually tall and heavy for your age.

3. Your weak points are your chest, neck and calves.

4. You should remain out in the open air as much as you can;
if possible, sleep out on a porch or balcony, or, at any rate, keep
both door and window of your bedroom wide open, so that

‘there will always be plenty of fresh air. Do not over-exert your-
self in any manner and don’t dissipate.

5. That will all depend on your endurance. In your present
condition I should not advise you to indulge in this form of

athletics,

 Pror. FourMeEn: Having read the Tip Top Weekly for two
years, I take the liberty to ask a few questions. How are my
measurements? Neck, 13 inches; chest, normal, 30 inches; ex-
anded, 33 inches; biceps, 9 inches ; wrists, 7 inches; waist, 24
inches; thighs, 17 inches; calves, 11 inches ; height, 5 feet 3
inches; weight, 105 pounds. 1. Is my weight all right? If not,
how much should I weigh? 2. What are my weak points, and
how can I improve them? 3. What is the best exercise to de-
_ velop the wrists and forearms? A. B. C.
St. Louis, Mo.
- /1. That depends a great deal on your age. If you are under
_ sixteen, your weight is all right; if not, you should weigh at
. Teast ten pounds more.
2. You are very well proportioned for your height and weight,
and have no noticeable weak points.
- 3. Dumb-bells and the wrist exercise in the army “setting-up”
z exercise.

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Pror. Fourmen: As I have beer a reader of Tip Top fora long

time, I take the liberty to ask you a few questions. As I have
been bothered with kidney trouble for the last four months I have
_ grown poor. My muscles aré not developed anywhere near as
they were a year ago. Would you advise me to see a physician,

or do you think a little exercise in the morning, followed by a

cold oe would be as good? If so, what would you advise me
o eat? I am 14 years of age, 5 feet 1 inch in height and weigh
90 pounds. Yours truly, Wes Day B.: :
5 f N elson, P a. F ‘

Most. emphatically do I afeine: you to see a doctor ‘and follow
his advice. I cannot advise anyone who is see from ail-
3 that require : a iba at services,

‘inches; wrists, 7% inches.

WEEKLY.

Pror. FourMEN: I am 15 years old and weigh 96 soil ae
Indian clubs and dumb-+bells, the punching bag: and swinging
rings. Following is the menu on which I am training: Breakfast,
Force or shredded wheat; dinner, bread and eggs; supper, soup,
and bread. I live at Newsboys’ Home, and we have a oo
nasium here. 1. Is my training all right? 2. How is my weight? 3

I remain, A NEwsspoy ee

Pittsburg, Pa.

I. very good, indeed.

ce five fact tall your ashe is aor

Pror. Fourmen: I am 15 years 10 months old, 5 feet 5
tall and weigh 138 pounds. Chest, normal, 33 inches ; ex
35 inches; waist, 30 inches; thighs, 20 inches : neck, 1314
reach, 64 inches. I can run fifty yards in 6 2-5 seconds,
are these measurements, and what are my weak points? -
ing you, I remain, A CoNSTANT

Lake Hill, N. Y,

Your measurements are excellent for your age, and : cannot
discover any weak points.

Pror. FourmMen: My measurements are: Age,
months; height, 5% feet; weight, 146 pounds ; chest, 33 to 36
inches ; ‘forearms, 12 inches; calves, 1314 inches; shoulders, 16
I. How are my measurement
What will make me grow taller? 3. What exercises sho
take? Thanking you in advance, I remain, ie

Knoxville, Tenn. A Tr Tor

1. Very good for your age, particularly your chest.

2. Unless Nature intended you to be tall, there is rie o
can make you taller—unless you use stilts. d
3. Join a gymnasium, if possible, and indulge in all o
sports. \

Pror. Fourmen: I am 15 years 9 months old, w
pounds and am 5 feet 5 inches high. My chest is, normal
inches; expanded, 3434 inches; neck, 13 ‘inches; calves, 13
inches; wrists, 614 inches; ankle, 834 inches; forearm, 10 ine! ‘
thighs, 20 inches; shoulders, 16 inches across; biceps, norma
9% inches; expanded, II inches ; waist, 31 inches ; hip, 32 inche
All my measurements taken’stripped. 1. How is my weight
cording to measurements and height? 2. How can I redu
the size of my thighs? 3. How can I make my _ should
broader? 4. Is my waist measure too large? 5. What had
ought to be? 6. How can I make it smaller? 7.1 am quit
fleshy. How can I reduce it? 8. How are my measurem
according to age and height? I remain, A QUESTIONER

Foxcroft, Me.

1. You are about twenty pounds too heavy.
2. By running, bicycling and gymnastics.

3. Rowing and boxing.

4. Yes, about five inches too large.

j Twenty-seven inches.

, 7 Get Prof. Donovan’s “U. S. Army Physical Exercises
and follow his directions, exercising for a half hour each mor:
ing and evening.

8. Very good, with the exception of your waist and thighs. “i

inches
weight, 112 pounds; chest, normal, 32 inches; expanded, 35)

Pror. FourmMen: My age is 15 years} height, 5 feet

inches; waist, 2714 inches ; thighs, 19% inches; calves,

inches; neck, 1314 inches; ‘biceps, down, 9% inches ; up,

inches. 1. How ate my measurements ? 2. What are my

and weak points? 3. Do you think I could ever becom

athlete? R
Toronto, Ont.

1. Your measurements are excellent.

2. You have no weak points.

3. There is nothing to prevent any healthy boy from bec
ing an athlete. Constant practice, right living and a determ

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¥. FourMEN: I am 21 years of age, 6 feet in height and
: :
172 pounds. Chest, normal, 36% inches; inflated, 41%4
3; waist, 28 inches; thigh, 22 inches; left caif, 13/2 inches;
1334 inches; upper arm, 13 inches; forearm, 12% inches;
_7 inches; neck, 1434 inches; ankle, 8% inches. Am a mem-
f four clubs and have taken all sorts of exercise, and play
hietic games. Have skated in races for past five years, but
failed to enlarge my calf. My calf is too small for the
of my measurements. 1. Can you suggest an exercise to
ge my calf? 2. How are my measurements, and what are
lefects? Yours respectfully, ba, AK:
ooklyn, N. Y.
A simple method of developing the muscles of the calf is
tand with the feet about six inches apart and lift the toes
atedly as high as possible from the floor; or, one may walk
it the room on his heels until he feels the strain. Stand
t the feet a few inches apart and stoop as low as possible
lout permitting the heels to rise from the floor. Walking is
an excellent exercise for developing the calves.
Your measurements, with the exception of thighs and
.es, are excellent.

oF. FouRMEN: I am a reader of the Tip Top, and would like
ask you a few questions. I am 17 years of age, 6 feet tall
| weigh 151 pounds. 1. Have a sprained knee. What will
engthen it? The doctor says I should abstain from running,
eball, tennis and any exercise that requires running. 2. Are
nb-bells, Indian clubs, punching bag and an exerciser sufficient
make one strong, if used regularly? If not, what is? 3. Is
, cake and coffee harmful for the stomach? 4. What is good
‘a weak wrist? Thanking you in advance, I remain,
Massillon, Ohio. ; . A ConsTANT READER.

You are very tall for your age, and while one hundred and

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fifty-otié pounds is about twenty pounds underweight for that
height, you will take on more flesh as you grow older.

1. You should certainly obey the doctor’s orders. He would
also, if you ask him, recommend some light exercise to strengthen
your sprained knee.

2. Yes, if used regularly and systematically. All outdoor sports
and light gymnastic work should not be neglected, in addition
to the ones you mention.

3. Yes, if indulged in too much. You should not drink coffee,
and only light pastry and cake should be eaten.

4. Exercise with light dumb-bells, increasing the weight as
wrist grows stronger.

Pror. FourMEN: Being a* constant reader, I ask of you a favor
to tell me how my measurements are. Age, 18 years 4 months;
weight, 105 pounds; height, 5 feet 234 inches; waist, 29 inches;

forearm, 10 inches; biceps, 1214 inches; neck, 12 inches; shoulder, —

16 inches; reach, 27 inches; chest, normal, 2814 inches; ex-
panded, 30% inches; wrist, 7 inches; hips, 32 inches; thighs, 17
inches; calves, 10 inches. 1. What are my weak points, and
my strong ones? 2. What shall I do to get strong and healthy?

Thanking you in advance, I still remain, your best friend and —

constant reader, yours truly, tS:

Berkeley, Cal.

1. You are not very well developed for your age. Your weak
points are your chest, thighs and calves. Your strong point is
your biceps.

2. Get a good book of physical training and follow the ditec- —
tions contained therein. Do not smoke cigarettes. Do not use —
intoxicants. Get plenty of sleep in the early hours of the night.
By proper care of the body, you can soon develop into a strong
man.

 

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