Tip Top Weekly No. 61: Frank Merriwell in the Mines — page 25: what you’re looking at

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_ FRANK MERRIWELL IN THE MINES. 23 funeral, for which I would have provided| ‘‘Well, say!*’ cried Toots; ‘“‘I reckon the corpse.’’ yeh’ll hab teh ’scuse meh, honey. I ain't ‘“That’s rust jite—I mean just right,’ |gwan teh "pose on nobody dat cayarn't nodded Rattleton. ‘‘My heart stood still;see mah complexion, no, sar. I's Marser when I saw the little wretch whip out | ' Frank’s tight bower, vo’ bet, but he that knife so swiftly. I didn’t have time/don’ let meh kiss ebry gal dat he kisses— to reach him and keep him from strik-ino, sar, nor sar! Yah! yah! yah! ing. Boze seemed to be the only one 'Reckum I’d done haba picnic if he ‘did! who could save Frank.” Yah! yah! yah!” It was plain that Jack disliked to say it, | but he finally acknowledged: “This may be a case that will turn out, lossom shook hands with Toots, who, all right, but it is the first one I ever Jooking into her sightless eyes, sudden}y knew, aad I never expect to. know ay! orew strangely saber. And when to thing about another one. As it is, the. ‘colored boy “turned away, he brushed the big ruffan may drive the little one off in| back of his hand across his eyes, mutter- order to get a better chance to Ratey out ! ing to himself : his own scheme.”? , ( (Po) Hp? < , o’ li’)? honey bird! Jes’ ez purty ez It was plain that Diamond still had, ia flower, an’ she nebber’s gwan teh see smail faith in Boze. naca wt. ‘out ob dem blue eves! Mah Lordy! dat Little Blossom had been greatly! am puffec’ly awful! 19 alarmed pe tchear the tetete wots of | By the time the table was set, Ben Boze the two rough men, the blows of the e | came s slouching back and sauntered in), whip and the cries of Crooked Pete. \° ri ant eens ealt ¢ John North did all he could to calm the! lei : 1at on chat o* . a any- ears of the little blind girl, at which ; %47Us more Uv at yar varmint te ey el ey oe Frank took his turn, after a time. night, fer it'll take him till mornin’ ter. Blossom seemed to be soothed by the! | pateh up his hide. ‘This var whip has a. sound of Merriwell’s voice. ‘way uv cuttin’ strips right. out uv any-. —Y know you,”’ she declared. “You thing it touches, 50 don’ it yer worry first to try to make my ‘bad papa give me ag” In very soon.’ back to gran’pa. ‘I like vou.”’ . |. Frank gave the bullwhacker his hare, | She held out ber hands to him, and he/and expressed his thanks. took them both. | Boze actually flushed. “T like you,’? she repeated. “' Won ty “Say, tenderfoot!’’ he cried, “I wish you kiss me, same as gran’pa does ?”’ yer wouldn’t pile it.on so thick! Dern it. Frank looked at the old man, wholall! I didn't do anything! Why, ain't nodded and smiled, and then he kissed | ‘you treated me like I wuz a white man,. the little blind girl. | jarter all that happened when you struck. “Now, say!” cried Harry; sy don't | Silver Bluff! Say, I'm jest tryin’ ae fink that’s thair—I mean I don’t think |keep even with you, that’s all.’ that’s fair! Where do the rest of uscome| ‘‘ Well, you have more than kept even in?? oo with me, for I am in your debt now, ae “Come in?? asked . Blossom, in. per. that for my very life.’ plexity. “Feroit it. It don't ’mount ter north- “Ves, where do we get Our “kisses ?| in —eY, wy don’t mean that!’’ the bull- . We are all friends of Frank Merriwell, | whacker hastily added, seeing he had. and we were ready to stand by him when said something he did not intend to ut-. he went to your aid down in the saloon.’’|ter. “‘I mean it’s all right. Somehow Then,’ Jaughed: the child, holding |} m all twisted an’ tangled up up her lips, ‘‘I want to kiss you all.”?...;. The little party sat down to the ‘fable, Harry took. his turn, Jack followed, land a pleasant meal it was. Old John. and Bruce kissed her tenderly, in his'North asked the ‘“blessing,’?’. and the awkward way. words that fell froin his lips were strange- The thought of such a picnic threw the. colored boy into a paroxysm of Jaughter. eonniclhbooks co