Tip Top Weekly No. 61: Frank Merriwell in the Mines — page 30: what you’re looking at

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28 Suddenly Boze cried: ‘*Thar he is!°” FRANK MERRIWELL IN THE MINES, ‘zens of Silver Bluff that he was the son iof John North and the uncle of Little _A horseman was coming toward them, | Blossom. He said he had plenty of carrying a child in his arms. But that horseman was not Powers. ‘mouey, and the child should have every- thing she needed, while the old man “It is Smith, the man from Mexico!’ | ‘should be tenderly cared for as long as he exclaimed F rank Merriwell, in astonish-/j lived. ment. “He has Little Blossom. ’’ It was a wonderful revelation, for the man brought proof, so there was no rea- .“*Wa-al, may I be derned!” gasped json to doubt his words. Boze. They gathered round Smith, asking/seen that the door was standing wide Final-| open. him a hundred excited questions. ly, one cried: ‘Where is Powers?’ | “Vou will find him along ‘the trail. about half a mile,’’ said Smith, calmly. As they approached the cabin, it was Then they made another discov- ery. In a window at the front of. the cabin burned a lamp. The men became silent as they drew ‘*You may plant him there, or take him yet nearer and saw the light of the lamp into town and have a funeral, just as youjin the window. Some of them had heard like. I met him when he was carrying | how for nearly two years after his daugh- off this child, and we settled it with our/ter ran away with the gambler old John guns.” had placed a light in the window every Then it was that the rough men ex-| night. pressed their admiration and satisfaction, And now, once more, although it was. giving a great cheer that roused Little| broad day, the light was in the window. Blossom, and caused her to murmur: The old man’s son, still bearing Little ‘“Bear them cheering now, gran’pa!/ Blossom, was first to enter the cabin. How good they are to. us!” ._ e ° ° * - Back to the cabin at the foot of Sha-! dow. Mountain they carried the little blind girl. On the way they were met by men on-foot, armed to the teeth, who had come out to help i in the hunt. for Powers. | ¢, Sing Lee, the Chinaman, was one of these, and he chattered his delight when he saw Frank Metriwell and the little girl. He seemed to think Frank could|: do anything and had saved Little Blos- | ; som. . “Melican bloy vely, smalt!? he cried. “Noblody lun away flom, Melican ploy allee samee vely klick. Sing Lee know him do‘ all light to klech blad milan. Chikal-chi hollygo lally!” “Mah goodness!” Frank and the boys followed him. They saw the old sad-faced, white: haired man lying at full length on the | bed, beside which Little Blossom. ‘was. kneeling. ‘*He is sleening,* said some one. ced those who had arom nanete him there. — ‘““Yes, he is sleeping, » he solemnly said; ‘“but he will awaken never again in this world. He. has. placed the light in the window for the last time, and gone to his last long rest.” [THE END.) The next number (62) of the Trp exclaimed Toots. |Top WEEKLY will contain as the com- “Tf Lcouldn’t talk United States bettah/ plete story, ‘‘Frank Merriwell Among dan dat, Pd keep mah mouf shet sho’!”” |the Mormons; On the way. to the cabin, the man from /Israel,’’ by the author of ‘Frank Mer- Mexico explained to the astonished citi-| riwell, or, The Lost Tribe of Victor North turned from the bed and ECOMICELOO® SS (CO)