Frank Merriwell's Son A Chip Off the Old Block   By: Burt L. Standish (1866-1945)

Frank Merriwell's Son

OR,

A CHIP OFF THE OLD BLOCK

BY

BURT L. STANDISH

Author of the famous MERRIWELL STORIES.

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Copyright, 1906 By STREET & SMITH Frank Merriwell's Son

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

CHAPTER I. A NEW LIFE. CHAPTER II. THE BIRTHMARK. CHAPTER III. ON THE VERANDA. CHAPTER IV. A MAID OF MYSTERY. CHAPTER V. THE SURPRISE. CHAPTER VI. THE FACE IN THE WATCH. CHAPTER VII. A BLACK SAMSON. CHAPTER VIII. THE SUBSTITUTES. CHAPTER IX. SPARKFAIR'S HIT. CHAPTER X. A MOONLIGHT MEETING. CHAPTER XI. THE TRUTH. CHAPTER XII. A HEART LAID BARE. CHAPTER XIII. THE PLEDGE OF FAITH. CHAPTER XIV. THE SIGNAL FOR SILENCE. CHAPTER XV. KIDNAPED! CHAPTER XVI. FOR THE SAKE OF OLD DAYS. CHAPTER XVII. A CALL TO THE "FLOCK." CHAPTER XVIII. A MAN OF THE PEOPLE. CHAPTER XIX. AN INTRUDER. CHAPTER XX. OLD FRIENDS EN ROUTE. CHAPTER XXI. AT MERRY HOME. CHAPTER XXII. ANOTHER PILGRIM. CHAPTER XXIII. IN THE NOOK. CHAPTER XXIV. ON THE CLIFF. CHAPTER XXV. A STARTLING DISCOVERY. CHAPTER XXVI. A LIVELY GAME. CHAPTER XXVII. MURILLO'S FAREWELL. CHAPTER XXVIII. A COMPACT. CHAPTER XXIX. THE PROOF. CHAPTER XXX. THE EDUCATED HORSE. CHAPTER XXXI. A CHALLENGE. CHAPTER XXXII. A HARD PROPOSITION. CHAPTER XXXIII. THE VOICE OF THE TEMPTER. CHAPTER XXXIV. A TROUBLED MIND. CHAPTER XXXV. REMORSE. CHAPTER XXXVI. A FRIEND WORTH HAVING. CHAPTER XXXVII. A PROTEST. CHAPTER XXXVIII. A CONFESSION. CHAPTER XXXIX. JOLTS FOR BULLIES. CHAPTER XL. A DETERMINED FRONT. CHAPTER XLI. THE HOUR AND THE MAN.

FRANK MERRIWELL'S SON.

CHAPTER I.

A NEW LIFE.

Lizette, the French nurse, came softly and lightly down the stairs and found Frank Merriwell pacing the library floor, while Bart Hodge and Elsie Bellwood talked to him soothingly.

"Madame will see you now, saire," said the nurse, with a little curtsy. "Ze doctaire he is gone now some time. Madame she is comforterbill. She say she see you alone."

Frank was all eagerness to go. He bounded up the stairs, two at a time, scarcely heeding the white capped nurse, who hurried after him, softly calling:

"Not on ze rush, saire. You make ze rush, you gif madame ze start."

"That's so," muttered Merry, checking himself at the head of the stairs and waiting for the cautious nurse. "Lizette, lead the way."

The girl, stepping softly as a cat, gently opened a door for him, thus revealing a chamber where the light was softened by drawn window shades. Within that chamber Mrs. Merriwell reclined amid the snowy pillows of a broad bed.

"Ze mastaire is here, madame," said the nurse, as Frank entered.

In a moment Merry was bending over his wife.

Something small and pink, in a soft white garment, nestled on her arm. It uttered a weak little cry the cry of a new life in the great seething world which was sweet music to the pale woman on the bed and the anxious man who bent over her.

"Oh, Frank," murmured Inza, "he's calling to you! He knows his father has come."

Merriwell kissed her lightly, softly, tenderly. Then, with that indescribable light in his eyes, he gazed long and fondly at the babe.

"It's a boy, Inza!" he murmured. "Just as you wished!"

"Just as I wished for your sake, Frank," she said. "I knew you wanted a son. This is the happiest moment of my life, for I have given him to you."

"A son!" exclaimed Frank softly, as he straightened up and threw his splendid shoulders back. "Why, think of it, Inza, I'm a father and you are the dearest, sweetest, handsomest, noblest little mother in all the world!"