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SYNOPSIS
When Bart Hodge, a vain youth of sixteen,
alights from a train at Fardale, he stumbles
over a half-blind dog and In a rage kicks
the animal. The dog's owner, Tad Jones, a
small, shabby boy who supports his wid-
owed mother, denounces him. This nettles
Bart and he slaps Tad. Frank Merriwell,
an orphan of Hodge's age, prevents him
from further molesting Tad. Although the
two do not come to blows, Hodge sneeringly
says they will have to settle their differ.
ences later. He and Merriwell had come to
Fardale to attend Fardale academy. While
Hodge consults Joe Bemis, truck driver for
John Snodd, about his baggage, Merriwell,
accompanied by Tad and his dog, Shag,
start walking to Snodd's place. Presently
the Snodd truck, with Hodge driving, rum-
bles down the road and kills Tad's dog.
Occupying a room next to Merriwell's in the
Snodd home is Barney Mulloy, who dislikes
Hodge. They become good friends. Merri-
well offers to help Mulloy get into one of
the academy dormitories by appealing to
Professor Scotgh. a friend of Merriwell's
Uncle Asher. s they leave the house that
evening Hodge is talking to Inza Burrage, a
friend of Belinda Snodd. Later they meet
Tad, who now has another dog. That night
Bart Hodge crashes a party given by Be-
linda Snodd. Hodge sings and the lovely
Inza Burrage plays the piano. When Mer-
riwell, seated on the porch with Mulloy,
sings a comic song, Hodge rushes out, accus-
ing him of insulting Inza. She steps between
them, telling Hodge that Merriwell is too
cheap to deserve his notice. Next day Mer-
riwell and Mulloy rush to a grove on John
Snodd’'s farm to warn a picnic party that a
large dog which Silas Gleason gave Tad is
mad and running amuck. Hodge tries to con-
vince Inza that this is just a trick of Merri-
well's. Inza, attempting to escape the mad:
dened animal, injures her ankle. Hodge flees
in terror. Merriwell single-handed holds off
the mad dog and saves Inza. John Snodd
shoots the animal. Later, Merriwell and
Mulloy call on Professor Scotch, who says
the overcrowded condition of the dormi-
tories makes it necessary for them to
share a room—with Bart Hodge.
CHAPTER IV—Continued
a oie
Grinning broadly now, he said he
would see them anon in their sar-
dine box, and walked away as if in
a hurry to lose their company.
“Sixty-five bucks!’ gulped Mul-
loy, staring at Hodge's back. “It's
a hold-up! You'll be a sucker to let
him get away with it, Frank.”
“But it's cheap when you con-
sider that his coat saved me from
being bitten by that dog, Barney.
I'll pay it and smile.”
“Holly chowder! He'll laugh in
his sleep.”
“I can take it.”
“I'll say you can! But you'll pop
some day if you're human. You
must have a limit.”
tive, but Merriwell's mind was not
fully made up. Wishing to prepare
especially for Yale, he decided to
seek advice from Professor Scotch,
a Yale graduate who still thought
it the best university in the country.
That, of course, was natural enough,
put Frank admired the way in
which the professor had retained
his youthful enthusiasm. There was
something warm and
about it.
for the professor's return to his
study after delivering a lecture.
An hour later, when he reached
ney in a state of mind.
boiling like a forgotten kettle on a
red-hct stove. Waving a rumpled
newspaper, he shouted:
“Have you seen
thing?"
It was the for
city paper
the story filled half a column.
But plainly Mr. Smith_had been
displeased by his failure to obtain
an interview with the leading actor
in the story: for, beginning with a
statement by Silas Gleason that
“the poor old dog had merely been
sick and frightened,” the reporter
had finished by kidding the ‘“‘mod-
est hero who had taken to his bed
from the after-effects of the terrible
shock his system had sustained.”
All visitors, the report alleged, were
being kept away from his bedside
by a trained nurse. It was pretty
crude stuff.
Even Hodge, whom Smith had
talked with in the village, had given
his version of the affair. According
to him, he had made haste to get
seven of the girls out of the dog's
way, leaving Merriwell and Mulloy
to take care of Miss Burrage only.
The dog, Bart had said, had ap-
parently been fleeing in terror from
the mcreaming boy who was pur-
suing him.
“The truth - twisting larrikin!”
spivttered Barney. “Why, it's the
big shot he was, himself! All you
did, Merry, me lad, was help butch-
e+ a sick and frightened dog.”
Frank's cheeks had grown hot,
but he refused to boil also. “My
mistake, Barney,” he said. “I
should have talked to that reporter.
He thought he was being taken for a
ride, and he didn’t like it.”
“And you're going to take it lying
down? You're going to let Hodge
get away with that lie?”
“He won't get away with it. The
lown authorities have sent the dog's
head away for a Pasteur analysis.
Let Hodge have his moment.”
“I'll let him have something else
§#f me hands are not paralyzed,”
Barney vowed.
Frank had to put up a stiff argu-
what he had in mind would make
matters worse. ‘‘When it comes to
a scrap,’ he urged, ‘‘let Hodge start
at."
“Job,” said Barney, ‘‘was a piker
beside ye, but I'm forced to admit
in me sober spells that your
head's screwed on level.”
Hodge had saved himself the trou-
ble of returning to Snodd's for his
belongings. Having packed up that
morning, he had telephoned, while
Merriwell was seeking advice from
Professor Scotch, for his luggage to
be delivered at Union hall; and Joe
Bemis, starting out to deliver a load
of grain with the farmer's truck,
had killed two birds with one stone
by taking Bart's things along.
“I'll have Joe get your stuff right
over as soon as he comes back,"
Snodd promised Frank and Barney.
“And if I'd ever looked that news-
paper over before he got out of
here,” he added, “I'd burnt that
Hodge feller's ears off him. But
maybe my daughter said enough to
him last night. She laced him hand-
some for taking to his heels the way
he done. She's gone to see Miss
Inza now to find out how bad her
ankle was hurt.”
Walking back to the school again,
Mulloy was in a calmer mood.
“There's a flock of chickens in
Fardale that don't admire that gay
rooster as much as they did,
Frank,” he chuckled.
Merriwell made no reply. He was
thinking of Inza Burrage and won-
dering what she would have to say
about the piece in the newspapers.
Two grinning fellows, lounging on
the steps of Union hall, looked the
new boys over as they approached.
“You're Going to Let Hodge Get
Away With That Lie?”
“There they are,” said one to the
other, ‘‘the modest hero
“But they don't suspect what
they're going to be up against in
about a minute,’ tittered the other
Nothing warned Frank and Bar-
the surprise in store for
them. They walked into that small
room like innocent lambs going to
the slaughter.
They walked into a haze of to-
bacco smoke almost as thick as pea
soup. It came from the pipes and
cigarettes of a dozen boys who were
sitting around on chairs, beds and
any other pieces of furniture that
provided perches.
One was located on the top of
the dresser. His chin was nothing
to brag about; in fact it was hardly
worth mentioning. Horn-rimmed
spectacles rode his short, uptilted
nose, which seemed to be sniffing
something very tasty. In a hushed,
awe-stricken voice, he was reading
aloud from a newspaper. All the
others had the appearance of listen-
ing breathlessly as he read Pete
Smith's version of the mad dog inci-
dent.
Bart Hodge rose at once from his
seat on one of the three single-
beds. “You don’t have to read it
through again, Bob,” he said. “Sir
Galahad himself has arrived. Now
we can hear the thrilling tale from
his own lips.”
All the others stood up. All but
the fellow on the dresser. He let
the newspaper flutter to the floor
and sat still, staring at Frank
through his spectacles as if struck
dumb with wonder and admiration.
There was a momentary hush. It
gave Merriwell time to pull him-
self together. He knew instantly
that those fellows were there to give
him and Barney a swift buggy ride,
inspired by Hodge. Bart was let-
ting no grass grow under his feet.
“Just a moment,” said Frank,
moving to a window and throwing it
open. “Let's clear the air a bit.”
“I'll bet our hero doesn’t smoke,”
said one of the group.
“You win,” admitted Merriwell.
“I've tried it, though. It made me
rather sick.”
“Just a fragile flower,” said an-
other. ‘No wonder he had to take
to his bed after his frightful hand-
to-hand battle with that horrid hun-
gry beast. How lucky he is always
to have his trained nurse at hand
to care for him when he is so fright-
fully upset.”
Moving deliberately back to Bar-
ney, Frank spoke under his breath.
“Leave it to me,” he said. ‘The
last laugh may be ours.”
Mulloy was too choked with pent-
up wrath to utter a word in reply,
but Hodge was the one against
whom he was inwardly raging. That
fellow had done some swift sniping
with the ammunition furnished by
Pete Smith, and he seemed to be on
his way to triumph.
Bart came forward a step. “These
are just some of the fellows my
friend Bascomb brought in to give
you the once over, Merriwell,”” he
said blandly. ‘They asked me to
give them an eye-witness account of
your noble deed, but I merely re-
ferred them to the newspaper. But
I knew you would be delighted to
tell the harrowing tale yourself.”
Merry seemed to beam. “So
thoughtful of you, Hodge, but I hope
they'll spare my blushes. I'm so
very shy before strangers.”
“Why don’t you introduce us to
the modest hero, Bart?" suggested
a huge chap with powerful shoul-
ders and a mouth that split his grin-
ning face from ear to ear. “We're
all quivering with eagerness to have
the honor. And maybe he'll loosen
up after he gets to know us.”
“Good idea, Hugh,” chuckled
Hodge. ‘‘Merriwell, this is my
friend Bascomb, the best prep-
school fullback in the East.”
Frank's eyes almost bulged as he
stared as if aghast at Bascomb’s
vast mouth. “I'm so happy,” he
rado. It's even wider, deeper and
agined it could be.”
it dawned on him. His
“It's Watson Snell.
you. Get me?”
“You remind me of one of Tenny-
son’s poems, strange as it seems,”
Frank almost purred. ‘‘It runs like
this, ‘Blow, bugle, blow! Set the
wild echoes flying.’ It’s very smooth
stuff, sir.”
“Well, by gum, 1 guess he just
don’t know any better than to talk
back,” said a tall, lanky fellow with
a New England twang.
“Now if you don't mind my nat-
ural curiosity, I'd like to know who
you are,” said Merriwell. ‘‘Have
you a card?”
“My name's Ephriam Gullup.”
“Gulilup?” Frank shook his head.
“Gullup is a very pretty name for
you.. It tickles my ear.”
The small, bespectacled, short-
chinned chap who had sat on the
dresser and read the newspaper
aloud pushed himself forward now.
“You're full of cracks, aren't you?”
he yapped, like a Pekingese puppy.
“Well, you'll have another crack
from me if you get gay with my
name, big boy. It's Gagg—Bob
Gagg. Now take it easy.”
Merry burst into hearty laughter.
“Gagg follows Gullup,” he said,
“and one goes with the other, but
Gagg can’t be improved on. It's
perfect. Aren't we having fun?”
He had them stopped. Their lit-
tle plan to kid him had been shot
all to pieces.
Barney Mulloy was holding a
hand over his mouth, now, to keep
from whooping. This was far bet-
ter than the rough stuff he had been
on the verge of starting.
The door swung open again to ad-
mit a fellow who came in briskly.
“Walter Burrage!” exclaimed
Hodge in dismay.
Mr. Snell to
CHAPTER V
Walter Burrage was somebody at
Fardale. Not only did he stand
high as a student, he was captain
down at the corners.
the roots of his bristling hair, and
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of spades.
“Look here,” he growled, “what
d'yer mean by that crack?”
“I'll never forget it,”’ said Frank
in a hushed tone of awe. “T'll
always remember my first view of
the Grand Canyon."
boy with gimlet eyes that were set
very close together. ‘Now if Hugh
pops him-—gee!”
“We seem to have a G-man with
us,” remarked Frank, turning to
survey the last speaker. “1 wonder
how he ever got mixed up with this
gang of highbinders.”
“Say, that's Leslie Gage, “put in
Hodge quickly, ‘“‘and he's the var-
sity pitcher. Take care what you
Merriwell."
“Why, I'm knocked completely
said Mer-
“Such importance! Such no-
torious characters. You seem to be
right in your element, Hodge.”
Bascomb reached a huge paw for
Merriwell's shoulder and swung him
round. ‘“Think you're a funny bird
yourself, donya?’ he snarled.
“Well, you'll fly right out of the
window in a minute.”
“Now really I'm afraid I've irri-
tated you somehow,” said Frank.
“I'm a sophomore here,” Bas-
comb informed him. “Say sir to
me."
“Sir to you,” said Frank, bowing
politely.
“Now don't forget that any time
you speak to me hereafter. Get
me?”
“And you better remember to say
it to me, too,” advised a boy with
a long neck and a very large nose.
“But you must tell me your name,
so I won't forget you, sir.”
estly hidden society pin, command-
ed the respect of the faculty and
was classed as an ace in the run of
But of course there were fellows
who secretly disliked him; for suc-
and petty malice in schools, just
as it does in other fields of life.
Still prudence and self-interest
caused those who privately hated
him to sugar their tongues when
Merriwell had never seen him be-
fore he walked into the room where
the kidders collected by Hodge and
Bascomb had been kidded to a full
stop. But of course Frank had been
curious as to what sort of person the
brother of Inza Burrage might be.
He saw a good-looking chap with
dark eyes and hair, and a mouth
and chin expressive of decency and
character. There was confidence
without arrogance in his bearing.
He did not belong to the stocky ath-
letic type, but one could see at a
glance that he would strip down
well. Under the modest clothes he
wore was a fine body and clean,
strong limbs that were not muscle
bound.
His eyes swept over the others in
the room before coming to rest on
Frank. He neither smiled nor
frowned.
“I was told there was a little corn
roast going on here,” he said, “but
1 was on my way to see Merriwell
anyhow. You're Merriwell, aren't
you?”
“Yes, sir,” affirmed Frank.
“Well, I'm glad to know you.”
Burrage put out his hand and Merry
gave it a grip. ‘Has this hand-
picked reception committee been a
little gay with you?”
“Oh, not at all, not at all, though
they have given me quite a jolly
time.” Frank smiled almost sweet
ly.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
Controversies that have arisen
over incongruous translations in the
English Revised Version of the Bi-
ble probably may be solved through
the use of the oldest comprehen-
rive dictionary of the Bible, which
has been published by the Yale Uni-
versity Press, writes a New Haven,
Conn., United Press correspondent.
The dictionary, written in the
Tenth century and since then ex-
tant only in manuscript form, has
been edited by Dr. Solomon L.
Skoss, professor of Arabic in Drop-
sie college, Philadelphia.
The dictionary was written in
Arabic but in Hebrew characters
and is based on manuscripts which
for eight centuries lay forgotten in
the basement of a Jerusalem syna-
gog. With it several disputed pas-
sages of the Bible have been clari-
fied.
It was written by David ben Ab-
raham 1 Fasi, one of the Karaites,
a Jewish sect which originated in
Mesopotamia in the Eighth century
and which denied the validity of the
traditional teachings of the Talmud
and later Rabbinic literature.
The Karaites, accepting the Old
Testament as the sole authority, de-
voted their entire attention to a
thorough study of the Scriptures, its
exegesis and philology.
Al Fasi's dictionary enjoyed such
popularity and authority among the
generations of scholars that fol-
Jowed him that it was given only
the simple name ‘The Book.”
A study of the Hebrew-Arabic dic-
tionary has been made by students
of the Old Testament and verses
which have required elaborate in-
terpretations to explain their incon-
gruity have been shown to be in-
correctly translated.
Discovered the Banana
The banana was discovered
Alexander the Great, along the
dus, three centuries before
It was brought to the New World
1518. Benjamin Disraeli once
clared: ‘The most delicious
in the world is a banana.”
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world peace and solvency.
Some day a little band of diplomats
and financiers will meet in the Paris
Diplomats
Prey to
Pertinax
ily disguised, and
put
won't catch them at it. To date,
anticipated and cried down every
Thus, the studious proposals of
Paul van Zeeland, former premier
were blasted several
weeks in advance of their publica-
tion, as just so much eye-wash.
Pertinax is one of the most bril-
liant and influential journalists of
Europe and anything he touches up
in advance goes in with two strikes
against it. As does the Van Zeeland
plan for economic reconstruction.
Walt Disney is readying ‘‘Snow
White’ for France. That probably
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In 1933, the
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Wise Cracks in America. Per-
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Good Will pegged over
to this country
some sour cracks about American
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He is a Parisian sophisticate, dap-
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PROPOS of recent flare-ups of
the behaviorist argument
among the psychologists, here's
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timely exhibit of the effect of early
conditioning. Long before he was
married, Eugene Ormandy’s father,
a Hungarian dentist, used to say,
“Some day I'm going to get mar-
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Years later, he pressed a tiny violin
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At the age of three, the boy was
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mandy, conductor
of the Philadel-
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Lied Von Der Erde."
At the age of five, he was a stu-
dent in the Budapest academy of
music, through at fourteen, but not
until he was seventeen, In 1921, he
was in New York, hoping to bridge
the break in his career with his last
five-cent piece. He did, as a violin-
ist at the Capitol theater, then as-
He is perhaps the first
gether pleased.
great violinist you might
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