Tip Top Weekly No. 139: Frank Merriwell's Father — page 3: what you’re looking at

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“AN IDEAL PUBLICATION FOR THE AMERICAN YOUTH.” Tie Tore WEEKLY. Zasucd Weekly—By Stbseription $2.50 per vear. &t.,.N. Y. Biter Entered as Second Class Vatter at the N.Y. Post Ofice. Svravur & Ssurru, 4l Fulton wered Aceording to dct of Congress, in the Year 189%, in the Office of the Librarian of Congress, Washington, D. C. No. 139 NEW YORK, December .o, 1898. Price Five Cents. Contents of This Number. Page. FRANK MERRIWELL'S FATHER; Wf, The Han With Money to Barn ee ew ew ew |, APPLAUSE - - CORRESPONDENCE ° . ° > ° FRANK MERRIWELL’'S FATHER: ‘With Money to Burn. The Man: aor = = = 20. « = = id * « 2 21. By the Author of ‘FRANK MERRIWELL. ao CHAPTER I. _ A WORRIED MANAGER. ~ “Merriwell,” said Parker Folansbee, the backer and reputed manager of “The Midland Dramatic Co.,” which was playing Frank Merriwell’s new four-act comedy drama, “John Smith of Montana,” through the Mid- dle West, ’we'’re in a terrible scrape.” Folansbee was alarmed, he was distressed, he was agitated. To him it seemed that the situation was desperate. The company, special scenery, mechanical effects, everything required to give a per- formance at the next town, was on the train —everything except one thing. That one thing—the villain of the play! Percy Lockwell, exposed in his rascally attempt to rob Folansbee at poker, shown up by Frank Merriwell in all his hypocritical crookedness, had deserted the company, The Title of True Bine No. 30 is “Clif Faraday’s Disappearance” swearing to even the score with the young actor-playwright whenever he found the op- portunity. | And there was no person not already as- signed to an important part in the cast who - was competent to play the villain of the piece. It was eight o’clock in the morning, anc the company was billed to play in Marshall that night, with Kansas City next on the list. To Parker Folansbee it seemed that disas- ter stared them in the face, and he was amazed to note that Frank Merriwell did not seem at all disturbed. “Don’t worry, Mr. Folansbee,” said Frank, as he settled himself comfortably in his seal, after hanging up his light top coat, from a pocket of which he extracted a notebook and pencil, as if he contemplated busying himself during the journey. “It'll be all right.” “All right!” exploded Parker, gaspingly. SOMMIGOOO S (SO)