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Frank Merriwell's Own Company; Or, Barnstorming in the Middle West - Burt L. Standish
Burt L. Standish
Frank Merriwell's Own Company; Or, Barnstorming in the Middle West
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Table of Contents
CHAPTER I. THE DYING MAGICIAN.
CHAPTER II. FRANK'S OPPORTUNITY.
CHAPTER III. SNEEZING SILVER DOLLARS.
CHAPTER IV. CATCHING THE AUDIENCE.
CHAPTER V. THE MIRACULOUS WINEGLASSES.
CHAPTER VI. THE EDUCATED FLY.
CHAPTER VII. UNPLEASANT HAPPENINGS.
CHAPTER VIII. AFTER FRANK'S MONEY.
CHAPTER IX. HARRIS AGAIN VANISHES.
CHAPTER X. IN THE POWER OF HIS ENEMY.
CHAPTER XI. DEADLY PERIL.
CHAPTER XII. RASCALS FALL OUT.
CHAPTER XIII. A SURPRISE BY CASSIE.
CHAPTER XIV. UNCERTAIN FRIENDSHIP.
CHAPTER XV. MERRIWELL'S PROPOSAL.
CHAPTER XVI. HISSED.
CHAPTER XVII. DISPOSING OF A RUFFIAN.
CHAPTER XVIII. HAVENER'S DISCOVERY.
CHAPTER XIX. TROUBLE BEHIND THE SCENES.
CHAPTER XX. SARGENT FINDS A PARTNER.
CHAPTER XXI. TROUBLE FOLLOWS.
CHAPTER XXII. COMING TO TERMS.
CHAPTER XXIII. THE OLD ACTOR'S CURSE.
CHAPTER XXIV. THE POWER OF LOVE.
CHAPTER XXV. A TREACHEROUS TRICK.
CHAPTER XXVI. SYMPTOMS OF MADNESS.
CHAPTER XXVII. WARNING THE TRAITOR.
CHAPTER XXVIII. SAVING HIS ENEMY.
CHAPTER XXIX. THE WORK IS DONE.
CHAPTER I. THE DYING MAGICIAN.
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Manager Thaddeus Burnham, of the Keesport Opera House, was worried. Zolverein, the magician, was billed to play in his house that Wednesday evening. Zolverein was in town, stopping at the Midland Hotel, where he had arrived at noon. All the magician's apparatus was in the theater, and the stage was set for his appearance. The hour of opening the doors had arrived, the box-office man was selling tickets as fast as he could make change, and people were pouring in to witness the performance of the man of magic, who was famous all through that part of the country.
But Zolverein was in his room at the hotel, suffering from an attack of heart trouble, to which he was subject. He had assured Thaddeus Burnham that it was of no particular consequence, would soon pass away, and he would be able to appear at the time when the curtain should rise and give his regular performance, just as advertised.
However, the doctor who was attending the magician expressed grave doubts about Zolverein's immediate recovery, and, twenty minutes after the opening of the theater, Manager Burnham heard that the physician had sent in great haste for another prominent doctor of the place.
Frank Merriwell, the famous Yale athlete, now advance agent for the Empire Theater Comedy Company,
was talking with Thad Burnham. They were standing in the lobby of the opera house, watching the people come in.
The house will be full,
said Burnham, nervously. It's a shame to have to refund so much money.
You don't know that you will have to refund it,
consoled Frank. Zolverein has such spells frequently. He was telling me about them on the train.
But Dr. Harte has summoned Dr. Gray, and Harte wouldn't do that for nothing. How did you happen to meet Zolverein?
I had the fortune to save him from what might have been a serious accident at Newton.
How was that?
He was too late to take the train before it started, and he sprang aboard after the cars were under way. He slipped and would have fallen between two cars. I caught him by the collar and dragged him back to the platform. It gave him quite a shock, and he was afraid it might bring on an attack of his trouble. That's how we came to talk about it.
Well, it brought on the attack all right.
It seems so, but he thought all danger was past by the time we reached this place, for he was feeling much better.
Something makes me certain he will not be on hand to-night. If he had not given me orders to open the doors, these people would not be coming in now. Of course I did as he directed, but it is going to cause no end of trouble.
It has a bad effect to turn away an audience after a house is filled.
Right. People go away sore. Hope nothing of this kind will happen in connection with your show, Mr. Merriwell.
It's not likely to happen,
declared Frank; but, if the manager had noted the youth's expression just then, he might have seen a shade of anxiety pass over Merriwell's face.
Within a day or two Merriwell had learned that Zenas Hawkins, the angel
on which Barnaby Haley, the manager, had depended to keep the Empire Theater Company
afloat, had refused to give up any more good money and had quit the organization.
As the company had been up against bad business,
the wind must change, or the end would come quickly, and Frank knew it. Hence his anxiety.
As Merriwell and the manager stood there, a boy came up hurriedly, saying to Burnham:
Can you tell me where I can find Frank Merriwell? The magician has sent for him.
Here he is,
said the manager, indicating Merry.
Come on, sir,
urged the boy. They told me to tell you to come in a hurry.
What is the matter?
asked Burnham. Is it——
I don't know. All I know is that they told me to get Mr. Merriwell in a hurry.
Goodness!
muttered the manager. I hope this don't mean that——
He did not finish, and Frank followed the boy, wondering why he had been summoned by Zolverein.
The messenger was a bell boy from the hotel, and he piloted Frank up to the door of the magician's room.
Frank knocked lightly.
The door was opened at once by a tall man who wore a Vandyke beard. It was Dr. Gray.
This is Mr. Merriwell,
explained the bell boy.
Come in,
said the doctor, softly. You are in time.
In time!
echoed Merry, wonderingly. In time for what?
Then he saw another man bending over the bed, on which lay Zolverein, the great magician. One glance satisfied Frank that the man of magic was face to face with the mighty mystery which no human being has ever solved and lived.
Zolverein's face was ghastly gray, while his eyes were wide open and staring at the ceiling. It almost seemed that already he had solved the mystery.
But Merriwell's voice reached the man's ears, and, with a great effort, he turned his head slightly, looking toward the door.
Yes, you are in time,
he said, and his voice was hollow and faint with a ghostly sound. In time to see the end.
He's dying!
Merry did not utter the words aloud. Quickly, with light steps, he approached the bed.
Young man,
said that weary voice, bend down—sit beside me.
Merry took the chair at the bedside, the doctor stepping back, but remaining near and watching the sinking man intently.
The pallor on Zolverein's face became even more marked, as if his few words had cost him too great an effort. His eyes left Merriwell and found the doctor.
Brandy!
he whispered, pleadingly. Something to give me a few minutes more of life!
The doctor hastily mixed something in a glass and held it to the dying man's lips. The small quantity Zolverein was able to swallow seemed to bring a bit of brightness to his dimming eyes.
There,
he whispered, that will do it.
The doctor straightened up, but not till he had breathed in Frank's ear:
If there is anything you wish to hear from him, make haste. He has not many seconds more.
Young man,
said the dying magician, you did me a turn to-day—you saved me from being mangled beneath the train. It would have made but a few hours' difference, but I prefer to die here in bed. You grabbed me and held me up at the risk of being drawn down yourself. It—was—a—brave—act.
He stopped, gasping painfully.
If you have anything in particular to say, do not talk of other things now,
warned the doctor.
All right,
murmured the magician. I understand what you mean. The end is near. I'm ready to go.
Again he looked at Frank.
I like you,
he declared. I took a liking to you on the train. That's why I send for you. I have not a relative in the whole world that I care for. I have some friends, but they are far away. You are here. You befriended me—a stranger. My apparatus for performing my feats of magic is worth several thousand dollars. Here and now I express my desire that you shall have it when I am dead. If you sell it for what it is worth, it will—bring you in—a tidy—sum—of——
His voice died in a gasping rattle, his breast heaved once and was still, his eyes were set, and the end had come.
Zolverein, the magician, had solved the great mystery.
CHAPTER II. FRANK'S OPPORTUNITY.
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It was Frank who carried the report of the magician's death to Thaddeus Burnham.
The manager looked disgusted.
Why couldn't the fellow have waited till to-morrow!
he exclaimed. Got the best house of the year. People will be terribly disappointed. It's so much cold cash out of my pocket.
Death is something that cannot be postponed,
said Frank. When a man's time comes, he has to go.
Now I must go in there and announce that there will be no performance,
growled Burnham. If there was somebody to take Zolverein's place——
Let me take his place.
You?
Burnham stared. Then he grinned in a sickly manner.
What sort of a joke are you cracking?
he asked, harshly.
No joke,
assured Frank. I am in earnest. I'd like to take his place.
You can't.
Why not?
Why, you're no magician.
How do you know?
You're simply an advance man, and——
Still, I have studied magic, and I am a good ventriloquist. For instance——
Bow-wow-wow!
barked a dog in the box office, and the ticket seller gave a great jump and scrambled onto his stool, drawing up his feet and looking down for the dog.
Me-e-e-e-ow!
A cat seemed to utter a wild yowl, following which the dog barked again, and then a terrible clamor of sounds came from the ticket office, as if the dog and cat were engaged in a fearful combat.
Well, how in blazes did they ever get in there?
gasped Thad Burnham, making a rush for the side door and flinging it open. Get out of here, you——
He stopped and stared.
Where are they?
he asked, bewildered.
You tell!
burst from the ticket seller. Thought they were right here under my feet.
The sounds had ceased.
Frank was standing behind Burnham, looking in at the door and laughing.
Why don't you drive them out?
he asked.
Why, they're not in here,
answered the manager.
Where do you suppose——
A cry came from the ticket seller—a cry of consternation and terror.
The money!
he fluttered.
What money?
asked Burnham.
The bills in the tray!
What about them?
Gone!
Gone where?
Don't know! Disappeared!
How could they?
Somebody must have reached in and taken them while we were looking for the cat and dog. I've been robbed!
Nobody reached in,
declared Burnham, at once. No person has been near the window, Jones.
But the money was there a few moments ago—I saw it just before the dog barked.
Then it must be right here now. Perhaps you brushed the bills off onto the floor.
Couldn't brush them out of the tray.
They looked on the floor, but the pile of bills was not found there.
You must have put them in your pocket, Jones,
said Burnham, sternly.
On my honor——
Feel and find out. You will be held responsible.
The ticket seller was frightened, and he showed it.
Of course, Mr. Burnham,
he began, unsteadily, you do not think I would take a dollar that does not belong to me? You have known me too long——
That money must be recovered,
came furiously from the now excited manager. I must refund it to those who have purchased tickets here to-night, for there will be no performance. Search in your pockets.
Jones felt through his pockets, but protested that he could find nothing. His agitation and terror grew apace.
It seemed that the money had vanished into thin air.
Perhaps you picked up the money when you rushed in, Mr. Burnham,
suggested Frank Merriwell, from the door.
Impossible!
exclaimed the manager. Didn't do it.
Better feel and see.
Burnham felt through all his pockets, but discovered nothing.
Mr. Jones,
he said, frigidly, if you do not find that money, you'll sleep in the lock-up to-night.
Don't be so hasty, Mr. Burnham,
expostulated Frank. There is one place you have not looked.
Eh? What's that? Where?
In your hat.
My hat? Why, it's——
On your head—exactly.
But the money couldn't get into my hat. Don't joke, young man. This is serious.
Not joking. Better take off your hat and look in it.
It's folly, but I'll—— Good gracious!
Thaddeus Burnham removed his hat, and out tumbled the roll of bills. He caught them up and stared at them.
Is—is this the money?
he asked, bewildered.
Jones looked it over, they counted it, they compared accounts, and they found it was the correct amount.
That is the money,
declared the satisfied ticket seller. I distinctly remember that torn five-dollar bill.
But,
murmured the puzzled manager, it—it was in my hat!
That's right.
How did it get there?
You must have caught it up and placed it there when you entered the office to look for the cat and dog.
Never—never did any such thing! Why, it's ridiculous! I wouldn't put the money in my hat.
You had your hat in your hand when you came in.
"Yes, I was going to shoo the dog