Tip Top Weekly No. 61: Frank Merriwell in the Mines — page 4: what you’re looking at

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2 - _ FRANK MERRIWELL IN THE MINES. He went to the window, and tired ot | spairingly ; ; ‘3f she is out there she’ll peer out, but he could see nothing save a thick white sheet of snow. ; “God have mercy on any poor wretch fervently from his lips. And then, as if seized by a great fear, he groaned: | ‘What if she is out there!” ‘The wind shook the cabin, seeming to|‘‘I have done all I can. howl in derision at the old man within, | poor girl! while the snow flung itself against the window like fine hail. Sometimes the never see it!’ And again the wind ‘mocked him and tore at the little cabin as if curious to. ‘who was caught out in this storm!’ came jreach him. The old man went back and sat by the fire, upon which he piled more wood. ‘“The light is in the window,’? he said. - Poor Nellie— ‘she loved pretty things-so well. I tried to tell her that some day I must strike voices of the storm were like despairing |it—that some day my mine would’ make huinan cries, and as he listened the slug-|me rich, and then I would buy her all the » gish blood in the heart of the old .man/fine things her heart could desire. And Victor, 5 yrew cold. had no faith in the mine. He had so much money, and She - “The snow is so thick—so thick! !? helmy boy, where is he? J wrote him, and_ huskily whispered. shine through it. since she went away I have put the Hight not heard from Victor since then, and I in the window. night, and what if I should find her dead outside in the morning!” With feverish haste he sought fora large-oil Jamp, which he took down from ashelf. His crooked fingers trembled as he removed the chimney, which slipped and fell to the table, but to his unspeak- What if I should fail to-!do not——”’ “The light will notitold him all, and he swore he would find - And yet every night ‘Powers and take her from him. - I have The old man stopped and started up. Was it the wind that made that strangely | human cry? Was it the wind that had” banged at his door with a shock? Was it the wind that slipped down, down the door, like a sliding body? Shaking in every limb the old man got able joy was not. broken. He found!up quickly, and hastened to the door, - matches, and lighted one of them, but|which he did not hesitate to fling open, even as he was about to apply the flame | for all of the terrible storm. Snow beat to the wick a puff of wind came through |in upon him, and the wind sucked away his | a chink and blew it out. “It is trying to delay me—trying to|his hands on something that lay there at breath, but he bent forward and placed delay me that she may perish before I can | ‘the threshold of his cabin.. With a sudden put the light in the window!’’ panted | burst of strength he dragged that some-- thing into the cabin, and then hurled the old man, as he snatched up another ‘‘Hear the wind mock me—hear match. it laugh and howl!” "This time he succeeded in lighting the shut the door in the very teeth of the tem pest. A woman, covered by. snow, her hair. lamp, and he quickly carried it to the unbound and matted with snow, her face window, where he placed it ona shelf|blue and pinched, her eyes closed,. lay. that plainly had been constructed to sup-|there on the cabin floor, clasping in her. port it. He pressed his face to the win-jarms a bundle that was closely wrapped dow, and tried to look out once more, but}about by a shawl. the light showed him nothing save a great - Beside her. knelt. the old man, whose sheet of white. | “She will never see. Ht? he cried de-. lelasped - hands were uplifted, and from whose lips came thé wild prayer: COMNIELaOO G SS (SO