Frank was happy. Fortune had dealt him a heavy blow when he was
compelled by poverty to leave dear old Yale, but he had faced the world
bravely, and he had struggled like a man. Hard work, long hours and poor
pay had not daunted him.
At the very start he had shown that he possessed something more than
ordinary ability, and while working on the railroad he had forced his
way upward step by step till it seemed that he was in a fair way to
reach the top of the ladder.
Then came disaster again. He had lost his position on the railroad, and
once more he was forced to face the world and begin over.
Some lads would have been discouraged. Frank Merriwell was not. He set
his teeth firmly and struck out once more. He kept his mouth shut and
his eyes open. The first honorable thing that came to his hand to do he
did. Thus it happened that he found himself on the stage.
Frank's success as an actor had been phenomenal. Of course, to begin
with, he had natural ability, but that was not the only thing that won
success for him. He had courage, push, determination,
stick-to-it-iveness. When he started to do a thing he kept
at it till he did it.
Frank united observation and study. He learned everything he could about
the stage and about acting by talking with the members of the company
and by watching to see how things were done.
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