Penny Dreadfuls, 1897 · page 17 of 35
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FRANK MERRIWELL IN THE MINES. poe 8 ea et ib ‘You—you want me?” she faltered. !**come away from that man—come here “Tam sure I don’t know what you mean, to gran *pa—quick !”? sir.?? —_ “TI want you to go with me.” CHAPTER V. ‘Where ?”” BLUFFING A BLUFFER. “‘Oh, far away from here, where vou’ll : never be hungry, and where you’ll always | have fine clothes and hear pretty music. 7 ‘Oh, but I can’t go, sir, unless gran pa | goes, too. Is gran’pa going, too: 2 ““No, I don’t propose to be bothered | with your old gran’pa,’’ said the gambler, : harshly. ‘He would be in the Way. “Phen I can’t go, sir, for I'll never harshly his live leave gran’pa,’’? declared the child, draw- CUPS TAarsiiy Tron NS IPS. ing from him. ‘Please let me co—please | The old man halted, and his violin do!” peroppen with a clatter upon a table at his “wait : a , side. He swaved as if with weakness, and ait a minute, I want to tell you! . jook of absolute terror came to his time- soinething. JI have a right to take vou: seurred face away, and I shall do it.” ; wc That frightened the child more than : Ne n6: 7 ne Huskily eaepes. Bia ever, wou a t ta ce her trom ine—you can't be P -as bad as that, mai ‘No, no!’? she fluttered. ‘It would| ay alwavs take what belonss to me.” kill me if I had to leave gran "pal Why! geclared Powers coldly. ° y 37? . % should you take me away: A sudden rage seized on the old miner, Shaking with excitenient and fear the ‘old man started toward the child, who ‘tried to break from Doubledeal Dan. The gambler held her fast and swung hes behind him, as he arose to his feet, ‘facing the old violinist. : » “Youll Jet. her alone, 1f you kuow /what is good for yourself, John North,” “Because Iam your father.’? jand he straightened up, a marvelous fire My father!” ‘in his age-dimmed eves. ‘*Yes. Hasn’t your gran’pa ever told | “And you take what does not belong you anything about your father ?”? ‘to vou, you heartless wretch!"* he cried, ‘No, never. He told me ny mother is!‘‘You are a gambler and a cheat! Vou dead and an ange! in Heaven, but he:rob men, and break the hearts of inro- never would say anything about my ‘cent women!’ father. How can you be my father? You : ‘Bah! you are crazy, old man! Everv- have never taken care of me and lived body knows you are crazy. That is wiv with ime, same as gran’ pa.”” ‘you have stuck to your worthless mine “It has happened that way, but Iam ‘so long. It is a mercy to the child to take your father just the same, and now I am} | ‘her from you, for you are not able to give going to take care of you and live with } i her the bare necessaries of life. +7. you. Ihave lots of money, and you shall! ‘The crowd in the saloon was greatly have everything you want. ms excited by this time, and it gathered. “T don’t want anything if I can’t have |about the three penapay actors | in this my gran’pa!’’ sobbed. the child; and the’ little scene. card sharp saw she was drawing attention ‘Frank and- the other. lads were 2 close behind the old man, with whom they. by her apparent fear of him. : , “Just like her mother—at first,”’ he| sympathized. muttered. - “And how much she looks “Te ie a shamel’* declared Fock Dig: like her mother! I found a way to win! ond “What right has that man to take the mother, and I reckon I’ll find a way! 'the child from her erandfather??? to win the child.” 7 : “This thing will invest besragating— Then it was that the old man, whe had! ‘I mean it will bear investigating !”’ Spiut- been watching them with a look of per- ltered Harry Rattleton. plexity on his time-traced face, suddenly! Frank said nothing, but there was. a started and uttered a quavering cry of jook of determination on his handsome astonishment and fear. face, while he missed not a word that was “Blossom! Blossom!’ he wildly called, : passing. . CONIC LOO SS (C(O)