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Frank Merriwell at Fardale
By GILBERT PATTEN The Original BUST L STANDISH
? Ollbart Pittaa WW tunim
CHAPTER I
-1?
A brakeman opened the forward
door of the smoking car and cried:
"Fardale! Fardalel" '
Bart Hodge yawned and snapped
his half-smoked cigarette to the
floor. Letting his feet down from
the leather-covered seat before him,
he straightened up and gared dis
tastefully through the car window
at the frame houses of the small
town the train was pulling into.
Then he lifted his hand to attract
the brakeman's attention.
"Hey, you!" he called. "Come
here and take my bag."
It wasn't a request; it was an
imperious command. But maybe
the man was deaf. At any rate, he
turned away and disappeared on
the car platform.
Flushing with annoyance, Hodge
picked up his handsome leather
traveling bag and carried it himself
as he followed two or three other
passengers who were moving to
ward the door.
"Bum service on this dirty old
train," he muttered. "No Pullman,
no porters, nothing but dirt and dis
comfort. And look at this jerk-wa
ter town I'm being dumped intol
What a place!"
Descending to the station platform
he nearly fell over a small, shaggy
mongrel dog that ran awkwardly
against his ankles. Quick as a flash,
he gave the dog a kick that bowled
it over, yelping with pain. Scram
bling up, the animal took refuge be
hind a small, shabby boy who was
offering peanuts and popped corn
for sale.
"Hi, there!" cried the boy.
"That's my dog! What'd you kick
him for?" He stepped forward and
faced Hodge indignantly.
"Keep your mangy old pooch out
from under people's feet, runt," ad
vised Bart. "He almost tripped me
up."
"But he's blind in one eye "nd
didn't see yer. He wouldn't hurt
nobody. Shag wouldn't. 1 think
you're a big bum."
"Oh, is that so?"
A back-handed slap sent the
owner of the dog reeling. Bags of
peanuts and popped com, flying
from his basket, were scattered
over the platform.
A hand gripped Hodge by the
shoulder and swung him round face
to face with another boy about his
own age. Neither appeared to be
more than sixteen.
flow mat was a iiiue uuug LU uu,
wasn't it?" said the one who had
jerked Bart round.
His voice was 'scornful, his eyes
contemptuous. He had just de
scended to the platform from the
steps of a car next to the smoker,
and his traveling bag lay at his
feet, where he had dropped it. He
was a good-looking lad in a manly,
wholesome way. Not quite as heavy
as Bart Hodge, but fully as tall,
he was poised lightly on his feet
as if ready for anything. And he
was not withered in the least by
Bart's glare of wrath.
For a moment Hodge was speech
less. His teeth had snapped togeth
er behind the slightly parted lips of
his petulant, "willful mouth ? the
mouth of a fellow of unreasonable
impulses and quick to take offense;
a fellow who could carry a grudge
and seek to get even for slights or
injuries. A vain fellow who wore a
signet rtng, a handsome wrist
watch, and clothes extravagant of
pattern and extreme in cut.
"You'd better keep your hands off
me," said Bart after a tense pause.
"And you'd better keep your
hands off that boy you just slapped,"
was the calm but grim reply. "I
don't like to see dogs kicked or
small boys knocked around."
"Oh, you must belong to the S. P.
C. A.," sneered Hodge. "What's
your name, anyhow?"
"What difference does it make?
But 1 don't mind telling you. It's
Frank Merriwell."
"I'll just jot that down mentally ?
for future reference. I noticed you
on the train, and I've a notion
you're on your way to Fardale acad
emy."
"It's a good guess."
"Well, I am too, and I'll be see
ing you later, Mr. Merriwell. I'll
be seeing youl"
An odd smile flickered across
Frank Merriwell's face. "Is that a
promise?" he said.
"You can take it any way you
want to," replied Hodge hotly. "I
don't forget people who meddle with
my business."
"Then I'll make you a promise,"
Frank retorted. "If it's your busi
ness to kick dogs and cuff small
boys I'll be a meddler every time I
catch you at it."
For a moment it seemed that
Bart Hodge was going to drop his
bag and pitch into Merriwell then
and there. But, never letting his
gaze waver for an instant before
Bart's wrathful glare, Merriwell re
mained lightly poised, ready and
steady. The tension broke sudden
ly
Hodge snapped his fingers. "It's
a good act, big boy," he said, with
a forced grin. "Look at the yaps
who've stopped to watch it. I hate
to spoil their fun, but I'm in a hurry
right now. We'll get together again,
Merriwell. It won't be long."
"That's up to you," said Frank,
"but just so I wor\'t forget you,
you might tell me your name."
"I'm Bartley Hodge, and I'll see
that you don't forget me. Don't let
that worry you."
With a sweeping, scornful glance
at several persons who had paused
to watch the outcome of the encoun
ter, Hodge walked swiftly away to
ward the station baggage-room.
Merriwell felt a timid pull at his
elbow. "By golly," said the owner
of the dog, grinning up at Frank in
an admiring way, "you made that
big bluff pull in his horns. We're
much obliged to you, me 'nd Shag
are. Ain't we, Shag?"
Shag wagged his tail, and barked.
Then he sat up straight with his
"I Thought That Feller Hodge
Was Going to Take a Swing at
You."
forward paws drooping, cocked his
head to one side and seemed to take
Frank's measure with his one good
eye. His comical appearance
brought a quick laugh to Merriwell'a
lips.
"Oh, he used to do lots of tricks
like jumpin' rope 'nd walkin' on
his hind legs before he got so old,"
declared the freckle-faced young
ster proudly. "He's a good dog,
Shag is, 'nd it made me mad when
that big still kicked him."
"I don't blame you," said Frank.
"It made me a trifle hot, myself."
"I thought that feller Hodge was
goin' to take a swing at you," said
the boy, "but I guess he didn't dast
to with you lookin' at him the way
you done."
"Here's your peanuts and popped
corn, Tad Jones," said a man who
had been gathering up the scat
tered bags. "Only two of the bags
broke and spilled the stuff around.
This dime'll pay for them."
"Oh, thank you, Mr. Brown," aaid
Tad as the bags were restored to his
basket. "Business has been bad to
day, 'nd that Hodge feller didn't
make it no better."
"Look here, Tad," said Merriwell,
"you must know where John
Snodd's place is."
"Sure I do. It's near the 'cade
my, 'bout a mile over the hill. If
you're goin' there you better see
Joe Bemis about takin' your bag
gage along. He drives Snodd's
truck, 'nd you can ride with him,
too. That's him Hodge is talkin'
to over there now."
"A mile will be just a good stretch
for my legs after that train ride. I
think I'll walk it if you'll show me
the way, Tad. There'll be fifty cents
in it for you."
"Fifty cents! Gee, but that'll make
up for the bad business. You bet
I'll show you the way, Frank Mer
riwell. But if you've got a trunk
you want Joe Bemia to take you
better 'tend to it now."
"Wait right here," said Frank.
"Here's your fifty cents in advance.
I'll be back In a couple of min
utes."
He left a silver half-dollar in the
freckle-faced youngster's hand be
fore hurrying away to interview Joe
Bemia, and boy and dog were
waiting on the spot when he re
turned. He had delivered his trav
eling bag to Be mis and turned over
the check to his trunk.
"I been watchin' you," said Tad,
wagging his head. "Didn't know
but that Hodge guy'd get dirty 'nd
start somethin' with you."
Frank laughed. "He seemed to
have forgotten all about me. Tad."
"But he ain't, Frank. He's wait
in' for a better time. He said he'd
be seein' you. I heard him. You
better look out for that bird."
"Okay, I'll be watching. Where's
your basket, Tad?"
"Oh, I didn't want to lug that, so
I left it with Jim Davis, who runs
the gasoline pump over 'crost the
street. I'll get it when I come back.
Ready to start, Frank?"
"Yes, let's go."
The old dog trotted ahead of them
as they were climbing the hill. Be
hind them the train was pulling out
of Fardale village. Beyond the hill
lay the exclusive school for boys,
the autumn term of which had
opened a week ago. Circumstances
over which he had no control had
delayed Frank's arrival. Now he
must pass special examinations to
obtain admittance.
Chatting with his guide on the
way up the hill, Merriwell learned
that the little fellow's father was
dead, that his mother was poor, and
that Tad was doing what he could
to keep the wolf away from the
door. Something like a magical
sympathy and understanding was
established between them.
When they came to the crest of the
long rise Frank found himself look
ing down on the academy build
ings, half a mile away. He paused
to take the scene in. Besides the
academy itself, there were dormi
tories, a mess hall, gymnasium and
chapel. The walks were bordered
by rows of handsome trees, and the
tennis courts and athletic field were
not far distant. Students were mov
ing to and fro, singly and in small
groups.
Beyond lay the open ocean, with
the sunshine of late afternoon warm
on its bosom. A building on the
shore of a sheltered cove appeared
to be the academy boathouse.
Thrilled, Frank took off his cap.
"So this," he said, "is Fardale acad
emy. Some school! Maybe I'll like
it."
"Maybe!" barked Tad Jones. "If
you don't there's somethin' screwy
with you. The fellers that can get
inter that school are dead lucky.
That's John Snodd's place down at
the foot of the hill, them white
buildin's."
"Righto," said Frank. "And now
I won't need you to pilot me any fur
ther. But I hope we'll be seeing
each other often, pal." He held out
his hand.
"Well, I ? I hope we shall, too ?
pall" Stammering and flushed to
the roots of his hair, Tad shook
hands. "I think you're a swell guy,
Frank!" he blurted. Then, calling
his dog, he hurried away, going
back along the middle of the roacf
Merriwell stood there a moment
or two, watching the departing boy
and his dog. Suddenly, without
sound of a warning horn, a light
truck came swiftly up over the brow
of the hill and rumbled down upon
them. It was John Snodd's truck,
but Bart Hodge was driving and Joe
Bemis, Snodd's man, was sitting
beside him.
"Look out. Tad!" Frank shouted.
Leaping toward the side of the
road, the boy tripped and fell. Like
an acrobat, he flipped hi* body over
and rolled into the ditch. He was
hidden front Merriwell's view by the
dust raised by the wheels of the
truck.
Hodge grinned mockingly at
Frank, standing on the shoulder of
the road, as the truck rolled past
with unabated speed. The dust
caused Merry to shut his eyes for
a moment. As the truck rumbled
onward he heard Tad's voice call
ing wildly:
"Frank! Frank! Qome her*,
Frank! He ran over my dog! He's
killed my poor little dog!"
Mora than an hour later, Tony
Acerro dreve his brand-new "taxi"
up to John Snodd's front door and
Frank Merriwell hopped lightly out
of the car.
Snodd was waiting on the steps.
"Well," he said, taking his pipe
out of his mouth and looking Frank
over with a pair of keen blue eyes.
"I see you arrived in style, young
feller. Sorry my truck wasn't good
enough for you to ride in."
His speech was sharp and brisk.
Like his neat white buildings and
everything around the pi?ce, he
looked prosperous. His iron-gray
chin whiskers gave him a distinctly
rustic appearance.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
Living 140 Year*, or Longer, Seems
to Be Possible, According to Records
Thomas Parr, England's most fa
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fifty-two when he died in 1639. The
countess of Desmond lived to one
hundred forty.
More striking was the mysterious
Eighteenth century figure who
called himself the count of St. Ger
main*, writes a Paris correspond
ent.
Who he was, where he was born
and died, if he ever died, is not
known. Mme. de Gergy, wife of
the French ambassador to Venice,
tells of meeting him in Venice in
1710. She speaks of a man of about
fifty.
During the next 20 years St. Ger
mains wandered through the capi
tals of Europe. The only claim he
made for himself was that he un
derstood alchemy.
In 1735 he turned up at The
Hague, making a profound impres
sion on Count Morin, first secretary
of the Danish legation, who referred
to St. Germains as a man who
looked about fifty and talked easily
of events 300 years old.
His friendship for Mme. de Pom
padour in 1750 has been recorded.
Horace Walpole met him about this
time in London. In 1759 he was
back in France, and 13 years later
he was in Brussels.
In 1776 a charge of forgery
against him collapsed in Turin when
he opened a bag and exhibited 100,
000 silver crowns.
He was seen in Vienna during the
French revolution and made his last
authenticated appearance in Paris
in 1820, still looking a man of about
fifty.
His death was reported a score
of times throughout the Nineteenth
century. But many people believe
he is still alive, wandering alone
through those places where once he
rubbed shoulders with King Louis
and kissed the fingers of the Pompa
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FRANK
MERRIWELL
AT FARDALE
Lij Cf itbelt ft&tten
Starta today... a thrilling new story
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SUNDAY I
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Lesson for November 28
CHRISTIAN FK UITFCLNESS
LESSON TEXT ? John 1S:1-W.
GOLDEN TEXT ? Herein Is my Father
flo rifled, that ye bear much fruit; so shall
ye be my disciples.? John 15:S.
PRIMARY TOPIC? Jesus' Rule of Love.
JUNIOR TOPIC? The Loyalty of Love.
INTERMEDIATE AND SENIOR TOPIC?
What May We Expect to Achieve?
YOUNG PEOPLE AND ADULT TOPIC?
Row Christians Become Fruitful.
Thanksgiving day has just afford
ed each one of us a special oppor
tunity to return praise to God for
the fruitfulness of America's broad
acres. It is appropriate that we
think today of the Christian life as
manifesting itself in the bearing of
fruit.
Christian work of which we spoke
last Sunday may (at least in a meas
ure) be imitated, but fruit cannot be
imitated. It is the result of life and
only those who know the new birth
bear the fruit of Christianity.
The chapter before us is a portion
of Scripture which has been the pe
culiar favorite of God's children in
all generations. It is at the center
of our Lord's words with his disci
ples immediately before his death
on the cross.
Many are the expositions of this
passage, but a beautifully simple
one which came to the writer from
Dr. W. Graham Scroggie is suggest
ed as most helpful.
I. Life and Fraltfolness (w. 1-8).
Life results in fruit and there can
be no true fruit where there is no
life. Christ is the vine, the Fa
ther is the keeper of the vine. We
who are Christ's are the branches
abiding in him, that is, living our
whole life in and for him in such
close union with him that his life as
the vine brings forth fruit in us as
the branches. That is real Christian
living.
But, alas, there are branches that
seem to belong to the vine but they
lack the one indispensable evidence
of life which is the normal bearing
of fruit. These the Father must
take and cast away to be destroyed.
While we must not read into these
words more than our Lord intended,
let us beware lest we explain away
their serious import. These are
grave words of warning to false pro
fessors of Christianity, but they are
not spoken to distress and disheart
en true followers of the Lord Jesus
Christ.
Fruit in the Christian is undoubt
edly first of all the fruit of charac
ter but that character is also to
show in conduct. Note the progress
? "fruit" (v. 2), "more fruit" (v. 2),
"much fruit" (v. 9). In order to
bear more fruit there is need of
pruning and cleansing (w. 2, 3).
Pleasant? Not always, but always
profitable. Let us thank God for
even the pruning knife when its work
is needed.
do not miss tne prayer promise
in verse 7. It is an unlimited prom
ise with a closely limited condition.
Let us meet the condition and claim
the promise.
n. Love and Friendship (w. 9-18).
"This is my commandment that
ye love one another." In verse 10 we
read that to abide in the love of
Christ we must keep his command
ments and now we learn that it is
his command that we love one an
other. We are not to await the
impulse prompted by the beauty or
kindness or propinquity of someone,
but we are to love one another.
Many a Christian who has obeyed
the commandments against steal
ing, adultery, and blasphemy has
never noticed that he is commanded
to love.
The joy of Christ was fulfilled on
the eve of Calvary by the love of his
disciples for one another and for
him. He rejoices today when we
love the brethren and love him, for
thus we enter upon the beautiful
relationship of friends.
Dr. Scroggie says, "We may be
God's children without being his
friends; the one is based on his gift
of life to us; the other, upon our of
fering of love for him. Are you a
friend of God? You cannot have
God and the world for friends at
the same time. The friendship of
the world is enmity with God. The
world hates Christ, and therefore
will not love you if you are like
him."
But, oh I the sweet intimacy of
fellowship with him. Read verses
14 to 16. Chosen and appointed by
him, for "he first loved us," we are
not kept in the distant position of
servants but are brought into his
;_rcie o! friend s with whom he
?hares the glorious secrets of
his Father, and our Father. It is
a great thing to be a Christian, a
friend of the Saviour.
Intellect
Every man should use his intel
lect not as he uses his lamp in the
study, only for his own seeing, but
as the lighthouse uses its lamps,
that those afar off on the sea may
see the shining and learn their way.
The Past
The wise man must remember
that while he is a descendant of
the past, he is a parent of the fu
ture, and that his thoughts are as
children born to him, which he may
not carelessly let die.? Spencer.
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The trick is never to wring them ?
just douse them in warm soapy wa
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Faith is as much a normal func
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