Tip Top Weekly No. 118: Frank Merriwell, Engine Wiper — page 11: what you’re looking at

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TIP TOP WEEKLY. 9 appeared and began their tasks of the day. After a little, Frank found himself left quite alone, and he began to feel restless and long to be doing something. ‘*Here boy!” A man was beckoning to him, and he hastened toward him. ‘“Workin’ here ?”” ‘“Ves, sir.?? *“Get hold of this casting and help me lift it. Pll carry the biggest part of it, for it’s heavy.”” Frank’s pride was touched. Immedi- ately he stooped and picked up the heavy casting without assistance. “Where will you have it, sir?’ he asked. ‘The machinist gasped. ‘“Well—you’re—no—baby ! over here.”’ Frank obeyed and put it down as directed. ‘*That’s all right, young fellow,” said the machinist; ‘‘but I advise you not: to keep it up. Ifyou do, you’ll find all the heavy lifts shouldered onto you. I-see you are new here. Don’t be too ambitious to show what you can do.’’ ‘“Thank you for the advice,’’ said Merry, quietly. Then he looked around to discover something else to do, and it was not long before he found a fask shoveling ashes. He was working steadily at this when the foreman passed. , Frank expected the foreman would stop and say something to him, but the man did not seem to notice him at all. “All right,’? thought Merry, grimly. ‘tVou told me to come prepared for work, and I’m here. I’m going to work, too.’’ He found plenty to be done, and also discovered that the other wipers took great satisfaction in giving him the very ‘dirtiest jobs. Still he did not complain, Bring it HOW TO GET A BADGE FREE—READ PAGE 32. but, no matter what he was asked to do, he kept about his work steadily and quietly. | “How do you like it, Dudie?’’ asked one of the wipers, mockingly. ‘Speaking to me, sir?’ inquired Frank, placidly. | Ves? ‘My name is Merriwell.’?’ “Oh, itis!” ‘“Ves, sir.”? “Well, dudie is good enough, and that goes.’ ‘‘Hey, Buill,’? called another. wiper, “vou don’t know what you’re chinnin’ there.’ ‘Why, I’m chinnin’ the new superin- tendent of the road,’’ grinned the taunt- ing wiper. ‘You're talkin’ knocked the stuffin’ yesterday.”’ to the chap that out of Old Slugs “The blazes I am! What, that soft-_ looking guy?” ‘“That’s the oae.”’ ‘Well, may I be gosh darned!" The man stared at Frank, asif unable to believe such a thing possible. ‘“Why, he’s a kid!” ““If you think so, just get him after ye. Slugs gave you a thrashing, and you wouldn’t last half as long with that kid.”’ After this, the man did not call Frank . ““Dudie’’ again, but there were others who did. Whenever two or three wipers were together in Frank’s vicinity, they did their best to jolly him. Merry did not get angry; he knew that would be the worst thing for him. He said very little, but occasionally he made some retort, and in every case it proved cutting for the one at whom it was aimed. The men began to realize after a while that the soft-looking youth could use his tougue quite as skilfully as his fists. MICMHOO SS (CO