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“AN IDEAL PUBLICATION FOR THE AMERICAN YOUTH.” Tire Top WEEKLY. Fasucd Weekly—By Subsertjdion $2.50 per year. Entered as Second Class \atter at the N.Y. Post Oftee. STREET & Sysi7I!, 81 Fuiton Si, N. ¥. Rntered dAceoriing to Act of Congress, in the Year 1898, ii the Office of the Librarian of Congrest, Washington, D.C. No. 118 RS i py a YC ES ATT I TEE EG ch NEW ¥ YORK, July 16, 1898. Price Five Cents. ee oe — Contents of This Number. ~ FRANK MERRIWELL, ENGIN E WIPER; WITHOUT FEAR - CORRESPONDENCE - SOME ACKNOWLEDGMENTS OF PRIZES LABORIOUS AND EXPENSIVE - - Frank Merriwell, Engine Wiper; or, At the Foot of the Ladder - - +» = 1, - 81, AT THE FOOT OF THE LADDER. By the Author of “FRANK MERRIWELL. CHAPTER I. THE BULLY OF THE ROUNDHOUSE. ‘Will you please tell me whiere I can find the foreman ?”’ ‘Hey? The foreman ?”’ ‘“Ves, sir.”? “What do ye want?’ ‘tT will explain my business to him, if you will be kind enough to tel] me where J may find him.” The greasy man in greasy overalls and jumper straightened up from his position partly beneath the engine he had been wiping, and glared contemptuously at the smooth-faced, clean, well-dressed youth who had inquired for the roundhouse foreman. “In return, the youth regarded him with calm indifference, quietly waiting for his question to be answered. He was a manly looking lad, with brown eyes that were calm and steady, an honest, open face, and a square chin that told of great deter- mination. His finely-forined head was poised on a round, white neck that rose like a delicately.tinted column of marble from between his square shoulders. His attitude was one of grace and ease, with afaint suggestion of conscious strength and self-reliance. It was in an engine roundhouse on the: Blue Mountain Railroad. The place seemed dark and dusty, and smelled of smoke and grease. All around were en- gines, many of them with wipers of machinists working on them. One, with steam up, was standing ready to run out BE PATRIOTIC—WEAR A BUTTON. . CORniclooo «Si in