Tip Top Weekly No. 61: Frank Merriwell in the Mines — page 6: what you’re looking at

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4 FRANK MEREIWELL IN THE MINEs. through the blinding snow, I saw the) can’t see you, but I feel your lips—for glimmer of the light in the window. It: the last time. Remember your promise was like a ray from Heaven!’ ito keep Little Blossom, my blind darling. The oid man was choked by his eimo- | Be good to her, daddy—as you have been tions. He prayed and he clung to the| good to me.”’ child he loved. And she—for a little | Of a sudden a smile overspread her while she seemed to forget him. Shei face,and she seemed to be looking eagerly drew the baby toward her, folded it in jand intently at something: her arms, and sung a low, indistinct lulla-| ‘‘Why!’’ she exclaimed, and her voice by song to it, so that after atime it felli was like the far-off falling of water— asleep. i‘‘why, how light it is now! Such a beau- **Daddy !? bie beautiful light! I know—I know! ‘*VYes, Nellie”? ‘It is—it is the light in the window !”’ “Where are you? It is—it is getting | The peaceful simile became set upon dark. Isthe light still in the window, her face, and the far-off look was fixed in daddy ?*? ‘her eyes. And now the storm was sobbing “Ves, ves, my dear one—it is there.’ [like a host of mourning spirits. The old “Daddy, do vou know, I thought I. gray-headed man knelt beside the bed, on would not tell you, but I must—I must! : which lay a living child and its dead Victor—my brother—he came for me.’? | mother. ‘He did? Hesaid he would, and. he’ But the sweet smile on the face of the swore he would take you from that/dead told that she had in truth seen.a wretch. ”’ ‘light in the window of Heaven. ‘Poor Victor!” — ‘‘Poor Victor!’ gasped the old man, CHAPTER I. clutching her hand. ‘“‘What do you Mmean?”? BEN BOZE AND THE BICYCLE BOYS. ‘*Be brave, daddy—dear daddy! Victor} ‘‘My glacious!’’ shouted Sing Lee from came for me, and—and they quarreled. I'the front steps of the Golden Eagle saw it—oh, Heaven! I saw it all. He—| Saloon, which was situated in the lively he shot my brother !”? little mining camp of Silver Bluff—‘‘my The old man gasped for breath, and a: glacious! Lookee out—lookee out, evly- long, low moan came quivering fom his | body 1 lips. : : ‘‘Hyar, you pigtailed heathen!’ roared ‘*Poor daddy!’? whispered the dying'a harsh voice from within the saloon, woman, as she a his bowed head : ‘‘whatever is the matter with yer? What with hér cold, thin hand. ‘I thought I’ be yer dancin’ like a monkey an’ squawk- wouldn't tell you, but ‘ knew—I knew! ‘in? like a coyote fer ?’’ you must—find it out soon. That was | ‘““Clome out klick!’ shrilly piped the what filled me with horror—oh, such'Chinaman, making frantic gestures— horror!—for the murderer. Then—then /‘‘clome out an’ slee Melican boyee lidin’ I took iny chiid—and fled. Then I hur- | on two wheelee, no holdee up allee samee ried back to—to you, dear daddy.” | stlay so, no hossee to pullee allee samee Silence again within the cabin. Outs; | Melican bloyee make um go with feetee! side the storm seemed hushed near at | Hoop-la! Chika-chi hollygo lally!?. hand, but afar off on the bleak mountains} ‘‘Whatever is ther onery almon’-eyed it moaned and moaned. - |son-of-er-gun tryin’ ter git through “Kiss me, eaary—Kiss me good-by | I| him ??? growled the harsh voice wifhia. CONMICGCMOOKS ,~GOIN