Tip Top Weekly No. 118: Frank Merriwell, Engine Wiper — page 15: what you’re looking at

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“She's nry sister! TIP TOP WEEKLY. cz ; thanked. Frank threw a dime into the - hat. It was more than he could afford, but he felt that it-waS the only kind of - extravagance in which he would indulge. The boy and girl looked alike, and Frank decided they were brother and sister. The boy played again, and they sang. A crowd of roistering young chaps caine along and stopped. When the song was. finished, they made some cominents about the girl, bringing the hot blood to the cheeks of Frank Merriwell. ‘‘She’s good enough to hug,’’ said one, «That she “She’s a peach. hug her?”? ‘*She needs money. Perhaps she’d let you you kiss her for a quarter, Ned.’ ““By Jove! I'd give it!’ is,’??> laughed another. What’ll you bet I don’t ‘“You don’t dare right here on the - stréet.”? ; " ©9371] go you the drinks on it.” “Donel?” ‘The Frank Merriwell moved a | dates, fearer, The fellow called Ned walked up to. the girl and chucked her under the chin, - gaying: ‘SAh, there, my little daisy! You'll make a prima donna some day. Give us a kigs, and Pll give you a quarter.” The girl shrank away with a little cry - of alarm, reaching out in a vague way toward her brother. In an instant the latter was aroused. He uttered acry of anger. “Go way!) he exclaimed, excitedly. How dare you insult her!”? “Oh, don’t get gay!’ said the youth. “Tm not insulting her. I made her an offer.’? Go way, or rl strike you with my “YOU SHOULD HAVE A “DEWEY” MEDAL. “Vou wouldn't hurt ‘sxvlifing. lose. That should be an object.” ‘‘Jack!’ gasped the girl. | “(He shall not touch you!’ exclaimed the boy, trying to push the fellow away. _ “Get out!’ ordered the aggressor, catching the boy by the collar and giving hiin a swing that threw him down. | ‘Shame! shame!’ cried some of the spectators. They started to interfere, but the young bloods jumped in, ready for a fight, and the witnesses hesitated. With one exception. Frank Merriwell’s blood was boiling. His lips parted slightly, showing his white teeth, which were set together. Just as the fellow caught the shrink- ing, terrified girl by the shoulder, Frank | struck him a terrible blow. CHAPTER VI. = | UPLIFTED HEARTS. © The fellow seemed to whirl end over end and strike eut in the middle of the street, . where he lay in a stunned condition, not | even appearing to byeathe- : | Quick as a flash, Frank whirled and faced the others, knowing the fellow’s © companions would be sure to attempt to avenge him. - ‘‘Come on, you loafers!” he cried. . ‘(He struck Ned!” ” shouted one, | “Give , it to him!’ They all jumped for Frank> but in doing so they bothered each other more or less. | Merry met them half way, his arms working like piston rods, his hard fists eracking on their heads. It was an astonishing spectacle, for he went into them like a tornado, knocking them right and left. : Pye. got a bet on this, and I rfust kiss her Or. Come, now, here’s half a dollar. | ECOMIELMO® SS (SO)