Tip Top Weekly No. 61: Frank Merriwell in the Mines — page 26: what you’re looking at

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a °° i ”~*~—~”Ss FRANK MERRIWELL IN THE MINES. ly: eloquent. Little Blossom said! The old man, despite his years, was a ‘“Camen,’? in her sweet, childish way, andi wonderful performer on the instrument, then the feasting began. land the ‘‘Last Rose of panier” seemed Never before had the old cabin at the to be his favorite. | foot of Shadow Mountain resounded to| Finally Little Blossom sang, and her such hearty bursts of laughter, never be- grandfather accompanied her. The boys fore had such a merry party gathered be-/ asked for the song they had heard in the neath its roof, never before had there been |Golden Eagle, and she yave it. After- such a meal served on the rude table. ward she sang other songs, and it was Toots. waited on the table with the evident that. she had a marvelous voice. flourish and skill of an ‘‘aristocratic ser- Finally, the old man gave her the vio- vant.’? Of course he felt more freedom | in, and she astonished the boys by her than he would have felt in serving aj|S*ill_as a player. New York millionaire, for he ventured to! ‘Do you wonder T want her to have a crack a joke now and then, and he! musical education ?”? asked John North. ? Jaughed when the others joked. ‘‘No,’? answered Frank. ‘‘She should Frank happy. He told some! J@ve it” Tone ee aR e told some! «xusicis the delight of her soul,’’ said stories that made Blossom laugh, and! brought a smile to the sad face of the old - old man. “Ves, yes!?? murmured the blind girl, a man. He chaffed his friends, and even Hook of tapture an her face. It ae ventured to ‘‘jolly’’ Ben Boze. + to carry Ine away, away, away! Some- - And Boze—he was the wonder of the times it seeins to carry me to the very evening. He actually beamed with pure! cate of heaven, where my dear angel satisfaction, and he took Merriwell’s, ‘mother is!?? ‘Jollying’”’ as if it were most agreeable. ~ “*T ain’t goin’ ter fergit this night ef I "| broke on the floor. His head was bowed, live ter be older then ther Rockies,” Cland he was shading his ey es fromm the declared. ‘‘I hed begun ter think thar; light, as if it hurt ‘then. He did - not wuzn’t no fun in anything but loadin’ up iseem to mind that his pipe was broken. with razzle-juice an’ paintin’ ther town, |” 4 sera little time, Blossom asked _ the but I’ve found out that’s a big mistake. | boys.if they could not sing. Frank was That yar kind o’ fun can’t hold a candle: ‘utged to sing first, and he did so. He ter this, derned ef it kin! I ruther reckon 144 a beautiful bartione voice, and could Dm n done with that kind o’ fun fer good vodle wonderfully. He sang two yodling an’ all. songs, which filled Blossom with. inex- _ Bruce Browning ate and ate, as if he: pressible delight. She clapped her hands, had not been able to get a square meal ; ‘crying: since Jeaying the last. He seemed to swell as he ate, till the boys expressed a fear that he would burst if he. did not: stop, ‘but still he continued to get away) with the food before him. ‘Sing them again! sing them again! 1”? So he was obliged to sing them again, ‘after which all “the boys” sang, Toots ‘bearing down heavy’? with “his bass voice. “They sang the college songs so Ben Boze dropped his pipe, and it “YT won’t strike another lay-out: like | ‘often heard at Old Yale, “Stars of the this efore we reach ’Frisco,’’ he declared. | ‘Summer Night,” ‘ Nellie Wasa Lady,” **¥'m going to lay ina stock of ‘Provisions: “Solomon Levi,’? “Old Man Moses,” to last a long distance. ” _ |*Uralio,’? and so forth. ~ “And. we'll have to provide a While they sang Little Blossom fell stock of provisions for Mr. North in the|asleep in her grandfather’s arms, a smile morning,’’ laughed Frank. of perfect happiness and contentment on After the meal was over, while Toots! ‘her flower-like face. washed the dishes, Ben Boze sat in a cor-| Then, silently they arose and filed out ner once more, and smoked a very black | into the night, leaving the white-haired pipe, while John North tuned up. the jabs man alone with the treasure he valued violin and prepared to give them. some|more than all things else in the. world— music, — [more than his very. ) life, | CORnIclooo Si