Frank Merriwell's Trust; Or, Never Say DieStandish, Burt L.
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Frank Merriwell's Trust; Or, Never Say Die
Standish, Burt L.
Adventure stories; Dime novels; Merriwell, Frank (Fictitious character) -- Juvenile fiction; Popular literature
“Surely not. Frank Merriwell is not in the habit of lying outright, even
for the sake of his friends. So you see your supposed treachery toward
me was nothing of the sort. More than that, you see Inza had a right to
prefer you, and it was none of my business.”
“I—I wondered that you did not feel like shooting me,” said Dick, trying
to force a smile, but making a sorry failure of it. “Now I understand.”
“Is it thoughts like these that have made you reckless and driven you to
the verge of drink, my boy?”
Starbright shook his head.
“They were not all,” he asserted. “There is another reason. I will
confess that I was tortured with jealousy after leaving you at the Grand
Central and starting for New Haven. I knew, or I thought I knew, that
you were going back to see Inza. You had shipped me off, to get rid of
me, so you could have a clear field. I told myself that, and it made me
furious at first. I continued to be tortured by such thoughts after
reaching college. I could not study, sleep, train, or do anything. I was
in a frightful condition. Worse than everything was the thought that you
were with Inza and I had no right to interfere. I could not endure it,
and I soon decided to come back here and set myself right with you. I
saw it was the only thing that would enable me to rest with an easy
conscience. That is what brought me to New York, and now you know why I
am here.”
Starbright seemed relieved.
“My dear boy,” laughed Frank sympathetically, “you have been giving
yourself no end of unnecessary worry and trouble. But now you know it
was all right.”
“Perhaps it would have been better if I had remained in New Haven,” said
Dick, still looking gloomy, greatly to Frank’s wonderment. “Then I
should not have learned the truth concerning her, even though I
continued to think myself a scoundrel.”
“What do you mean?” asked Merry, puzzled by the freshman’s words and
manner.
“I don’t like to tell you, Merriwell. I’m not going to tell you. But I’m
done with her! She can’t play fast and loose with me! I’m glad you
stopped me from taking that drink, for I’d been sure to make a fool of
myself, but I am done with Miss Burrage forever!”
He had risen, and now he was pacing the floor again, his blue eyes
flashing and his fair face pale with the emotion that possessed him.
“Are you daffy, Starbright?” exclaimed Merriwell, beginning to lose
patience. “You have fancied there was a reason why you should not care
for Inza; and now, when you find there is no such reason, you declare
you will have nothing more to do with her.”
“But there is a reason, Merriwell! Don’t let’s talk of it. It makes my
blood boil!”
Frank caught hold of his companion and brought him to a halt.
“Look here,” he said sternly; “you’ll have to talk of it, for I am going
to know what you mean. I believe Inza thinks a great deal of you, and I
do not believe you have a right to speak of her in such a manner.”
Merry was astounded when the big freshman whirled on him like a raging
lion.
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