Tip Top Weekly No. 52: Frank Merriwell's Dash — page 12: what you’re looking at

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FRANK MERRIWELL’'S DASH, | 9 well was one of the persons who, by sheer{ his horn is the fellow who gets left. To determination and sand, as well as ability,}a large extent, it is that way here at was bound to win in almost everything | 'Yale. The fellow who keeps stil] and he attempted. ” | sits back gets left. That’s my sermon. Bruce went to Pierson immediately'I’m not going to say any more now. after leaving Merriwell’s room. Pierson|Get into training for a long ren. Dll was one of the sort who seldom said much, |come round at nine thisevening and go and Browning left him without knowing you a sprint of a mile or two, just to see whether he had made an impression or| how you show up.” not. oe That was all. Pierson turned and saun- Late that afternoon, however, Pierson | tered away, without andther word. accidentally met Frank, who wascrossing} Frank whistled softly, and smiled. the campus. “This is Browning’s work,’? he mut- ‘I say, Merriwell,’? said Paul, in his;tered. ‘‘Pierson takes things for granted. abrupt manner, ‘‘van yourun?” | How does he know I will take any part ‘‘Some,’? answered Frank, senten-|in a race? He does not ask if I will, but tiously. he tells me to go to work and get into ‘Hum!’ grunted Pierson. shape. Heis coming round to-night to Then he looked Frank all over, as if!see how I show up. All right.” he had never seen him before and was} At ten minutes of nine that evening, taking his physical measure. Paul Pierson rapped on the door of Mer- “You keep yourself in the very bestiriwell’s toom, and was invited to walk in. condition all the time, I see,’’ he finally; He was in a rig for running, and he im- observed. mediately said: ‘Well, I seldom do anything to abuse; ‘‘Come, come! get out of those duds, myself. | Merriwell. You are to run with me to- ‘Are you in training for.a race?”’ night.”? ‘‘Not exactly.”? ‘“How far?” ‘*Fow long would it take for you to} ‘‘From one to five miles, as I take a put yourself in condition?” fancy.’? ‘‘Possibly a week.”? “Oh, well, I won’t change my clothes “What are you good for—a short dash, | for a little thing like that,’? said Frank, or a long run?” carelessly. “IT think I can do either fairly well.” | ‘*Vou'd better,’? declared Paul. ‘I’m “Fairly well does not go at Yale, as going to give you a hustle, and you'll you know, Mr. Merriwell. You niust dojfind you can keep up better if you are in things exceptionally well. You are alto-/a suitable rig.”’ gether too modest. If something had not| ‘‘I’ll take the chances of keeping just brought you out, nobody could have!as I am.”’ known you. could do anything at all.| Pierson’s teeth came together with a You have been pushed in various ways/click. He did not like that, although he by others, but you fail to push yourself.’” | tried not to show it. “Oh, Ido not. go about blowing my| ‘‘The fellow thinks he can outrun me own horn,’’ said Frank, smiling. on a long pull, as he happened to do so ‘Vou will find you'll have to blow|forashcrt distance once on a time,’’ he your own horn when you go into business, |thought. ‘I?ll see if I can fool him.’’ or my brother isaliar. He keepshammer-| Pierson considered himself an excellent ing at me that the man who does not blow | long-distance runner, although he seldom. CORNICE Oe SS (CO)