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Facing the World

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by Jr. Horatio Alger




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  FACING THE WORLD

  By Horatio Alger, Jr.

  PREFACE

  Horatio Alger, Jr., in "Facing the World," gives us as his hero a boywhose parents have both died and the man appointed as his guardian isunjust and unkind to him. In desperation he runs away and is veryfortunate in finding a true friend in a man who aids him and makes himhis helper in his work as magician.

  They travel over the country and have many interesting experiences,some narrow escapes and thrilling adventures.

  CHAPTER I

  HARRY RECEIVES A LETTER

  "Here's a letter for you, Harry," said George Howard. "I was passingthe hotel on my way home from school when Abner Potts called out to mefrom the piazza, and asked me to bring it."

  The speaker was a bright, round-faced boy of ten. The boy whom headdressed was five or six years older. Only a week previous he hadlost his father, and as the family consisted only of these two, he wasleft, so far as near relatives were concerned, alone in the world.

  Immediately after the funeral he had been invited home by Mr. BenjaminHoward, a friend of his father, but in no manner connected with him byties of relationship.

  "You can stay here as long as you like, Harry," said Mr. Howard,kindly. "It will take you some time to form your plans, perhaps, andGeorge will be glad to have your company."

  "Thank you, Mr. Howard," said Harry, gratefully.

  "Shall you look for some employment here?"

  "No; my father has a second cousin in Colebrook, named John Fox.Before he died he advised me to write to Mr. Fox, and go to his houseif I should receive an invitation."

  "I hope for your sake, he will prove a good man. What is hisbusiness?"

  "I don't know, nor did my father. All I know is, that he is considereda prosperous man. This letter is from him."

  It was inclosed in a brown envelope, and ran as follows:

  "HARRY VANE: I have received your letter saying that your father wantsme to be your guardeen. I don't know as I have any objections, bein' abusiness man it will come easy to me, and I think your father was wiseto seleck me. I am reddy to receave you any time. You will come toBolton on the cars. That is eight miles from here, and there is astage that meats the trane. It wouldn't do you any harm to walk, butboys ain't so active as they were in my young days. The stage fare isfifty cents, which I shall expect you to pay yourself, if you ride.

  "There is one thing you don't say anything about--how much propartyyour pa left. I hope it is a good round sum, and I will take good careof it for you. Ennybody round here will tell you that John Fox is agood man of business, and about as sharp as most people. Mrs. Fox willbe glad to see you, and my boy, Joel, will be glad to have someone tokeep him company. He is about sixteen years old. You don't say how oldyou are, but from your letter I surmise that you are as much as that.You will find a happy united famerly, consistin' of me and my wife,Joel and his sister, Sally. Sally is fourteen, just two years youngerthan Joel. We live in a comfortable way, but we don't gorge ourselveson rich, unhelthy food. No more at present. Yours to command,

  "JOHN FOX."

  Harry smiled more than once as he read this letter.

  "Your relative isn't strong on spelling," remarked Mr. Howard, as helaid the letter on the table.

  "No, sir; but he appears to be strong on economy. It is a comfort toknow that I shall not be injured by 'rich, unhelthy food.'"

  "When do you mean to start for Colebrook?" asked Mr. Howard.

  "To-morrow morning. I have been looking at a railroad guide, and Ifind it will bring me to Colebrook in time for supper."

  "We should be glad to have you stay with us as long as possible,Harry."

  "Thank you, Mr. Howard, I don't doubt that, but the struggle of lifeis before me, and I may as well enter upon it at once."

  At four o'clock in the afternoon the conductor of the train on whichHarry was a passenger called out Bolton.

  Harry snatched up his carpetbag, and made his way to the door, forthis was the place where he was to take the stage for Colebrook.

  Two other passengers got out at the same time. One was an elderly man,and the other a young man of twenty-five. They appeared to be fatherand son, and, as Harry learned afterward they were engaged in farming.

  "Any passengers for Colebrook?" inquired the driver of theold-fashioned Concord stage, which was drawn up beside the platform.

  "There's Obed and me," said the old farmer.

  "May I ride on the seat with you?" asked Harry of the driver.

  "Sartain. Where are you going?"

  "To Colebrook."

  "Then this is your team."

  Harry climbed up with a boy's activity, and sat down on the broadseat, congratulating himself that he would have a chance to see thecountry, and breathe better air than those confined inside.

  Soon the driver sat down on the box beside him, and started thehorses.

  "You're a stranger, ain't you?" he remarked, with an inquisitiveglance at his young traveling companion.

  "Yes; I've never been here before."

  "Are you going to the tavern?"

  "No; I'm going to the house of Mr. John Fox. Do you know him?"

  "I reckon everybody round here knows John Fox."

  "I don't know him. He is to be my guardian."

  "Sho! You'll have a queer guardeen."

  "Why queer?"

  "The fact is, old John'll cheat you out of your eye teeth ef he gets achance. He's about the sharpest man round."

  "He can't cheat me out of much," returned Harry, not especiallyreassured by this remark. "What is the business of Mr. Fox?"

  "Well, he's got some land, but he makes his livin' chiefly by tradin'hosses, auctioneerin', and such like."

  "What sort of a woman is Mrs. Fox?"

  "She's a good match for the old man. She's about as mean as he is."

  "Mr. Fox wrote me that he had two children."

  "Yes, there's Joel--he's about your age. He's a chip of the oldblock--red-headed and freckled, just like the old man. I don't believeJoel ever spent a cent in his life. He hangs on to money as tight asef his life depended on it."

  "There's a girl, too, isn't there?"

  "Yes, Sally. She looks like her ma, except she's red-headed like herpa."

  "I'm glad to know something of the family, but I'm afraid I shan'tenjoy myself very much among the Foxes."

  With such conversation Harry beguiled the way. On the whole, heenjoyed the ride. There were hills and here and there the road ranthrough the woods. He could hear the singing of birds, and,notwithstanding what he had heard he felt in good spirits.

  At length the stage entered the village of Colebrook. It was a villageof moderate size--about two hundred houses being scattered over atract half a mile square. Occupying a central position was the tavern,a square, two-story building, with a piazza in front, on which wascongregated a number of villagers. After rapidly scanning them, thedriver said:

  "Do you see that tall man over there leanin' against a post?"

  "Yes."

  "That's your guardeen! That's John Fox himself, as large as life, andjust about as homely."

 

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