Novel e-books (3h to read) of Alger, Horatio, Jr.

CHAPTER I RAGGED DICK IS INTRODUCED TO THE READER "Wake up there, youngster," said a rough voice.

Chapter I. The Missing Heir.

"If we could only keep the post office, mother, we should be all right," said Herbert Carr, as he and his mother sat together in the little sitting room of the plain cottage which the two had occup...

Phil Brent was plodding through the snow in the direction of the house where he lived with his step-mother and her son, when a snow-ball, moist and hard, struck him just below his ear with stinging...

CHAPTER I "Sit up to the table, children, breakfast's ready."

"What do you think of this storm, Joe?"

CHAPTER I PAUL THE PEDDLER "Here's your prize packages!

"Well, Fosdick, this is a little better than our old room in Mott Street," said Richard Hunter, looking complacently about him.

CHAPTER I AROUND THE BREAKFAST TABLE "Well, wife," said Mr. Benjamin Stanton, as he sat down to a late breakfast, "I had a letter from Ohio yesterday."

"How much yer made this mornin', Ben?"

CHAPTER I BEN BARCLAY MEETS A TRAMP "Give me a ride?"

"So this is to be your first day in Wall Street, Rufus," said Miss Manning.

CHAPTER I -- THE MINISTER'S SON "I wish we were not so terribly poor, Grant," said Mrs. Thornton, in a discouraged tone.

There was great excitement in Smyrna, especially among the boys.

"Twenty-five cents to begin the world with!"

"A telegram for you, Andy!"

The main schoolroom in the Millville Academy was brilliantly lighted, and the various desks were occupied by boys and girls of different ages from ten to eighteen, all busily writing under the gene...

Mr. Roscoe rang the bell, and, in answer, a servant entered the library, where he sat before a large and commodious desk.

CHAPTER I MRS. CARTER RECEIVES A LETTER "Is that the latest style?"

CHAPTER I JACK HARDING GETS A JOB "Look here, boy, can you hold my horse a few minutes?"

A boy of sixteen, with a small gripsack in his hand, trudged along the country road.

|You're a bad lot, Bernard Brooks.

"Fosdick," said Richard Hunter, "what was the name of that man who owed your father two thousand dollars, which he never paid him?"

"Harness up the colt, Clip; I'm going to the village."

"I've settled up your father's estate, Benjamin," said Job Stanton.

CHAPTER I NAT ON THE FARM "Nat, where have you been?"

Probably the best known citizen of Wyncombe, a small town nestling among the Pennsylvania mountains, was Silas Tripp.

"Well, good by, Rodney!

CHAPTER I PHIL THE FIDDLER "Viva Garibaldi!"

"As for the boy," said Squire Pope, with his usual autocratic air, "I shall place him in the poorhouse."

Slowly through the village street walked an elderly man, with bronzed features and thin gray hair, supporting his somewhat uncertain steps by a stout cane.

CHAPTER I ANDY BURKE "John, saddle my horse, and bring him around to the door."

The four o'clock afternoon train from Milwaukee, bound for Chicago, had just passed Truesdell, when the train boy passed through the cars with a pile of magazines under his arm.

CHAPTER I INTRODUCES JOE "Come here, you Joe, and be quick about it!"

CHAPTER I TWO SCHOOL FRIENDS Two boys were walking in the campus of the Bridgeville Academy.

"If I'm goin' into a office I'll have to buy some new clo'es," thought Sam Barker.

A dozen men, provided with rockers, were busily engaged in gathering and washing dirt, mingled with gold-dust, on the banks of a small stream in California.

Halfway across the Atlantic the good ship _Arcturus_ was making her way from Liverpool to New York.

IT was drawing towards the close of the last day of the year.

"Is your mother at home, Frank?"

A stout gentleman of middle age and two boys were sitting in the public room of a modest inn in Melbourne.

"I am sorry to part with you, Harry," said Professor Henderson.

A man of middle age, muffled up in an overcoat, got out of a Third Avenue car, just opposite a small drug shop.

"How do you feel this morning, Jacob?"

A dozen boys were playing ball in a field adjoining the boarding-school of Dr. Pericles Benton, in the town of Walltham, a hundred and twenty-five miles northeast of the city of New York.

CHAPTER I IN A LONELY CABIN On the edge of a prairie, in western Iowa, thirty years ago, stood a cabin, covering quite a little ground, but only one story high.

"That is the City Hall over there, Edgar."

"Papers, magazines, all the popular novels!

Chapter I Ben and His Aunt Five o'clock sounded from the church clock, and straightway the streets of Milltown were filled with men, women, and children issuing from the great brick factories hu...