Do and Dare — a Brave Boy's Fight for FortuneAlger, Horatio, Jr.
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Do and Dare — a Brave Boy's Fight for Fortune
Alger, Horatio, Jr.
Diligence -- Juvenile fiction; Success -- Juvenile fiction; Youth -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction
Produced by Carrie Fellman
DO AND DARE
or
A BRAVE BOY'S FIGHT FOR FORTUNE
By Horatio Alger, Jr.
NEW YORK
CHAPTER I. THE POST OFFICE AT WAYNEBORO.
“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 occupied ever since
he was a boy of five.
“Yes, Herbert, but I am afraid there won't be much chance of it.”
“Who would want to take it from you, mother?”
“Men are selfish, Herbert, and there is no office, however small, that
is not sought after.”
“What was the income last year?” inquired Herbert.
Mrs. Carr referred to a blank book lying on the table in which the
post-office accounts were kept, and answered:
“Three hundred and ninety-eight dollars and fifty cents.”
“I shouldn't think that would be much of an inducement to an able-bodied
man, who could work at any business.”
“Your father was glad to have it.”
“Yes, mother, but he had lost an arm in the war, and could not engage in
any business that required both hands.”
“That is true, Herbert, but I am afraid there will be more than one who
will be willing to relieve me of the duties. Old Mrs. Allen called at
the office to-day, and told me she understood that there was a movement
on foot to have Ebenezer Graham appointed.”
“Squire Walsingham's nephew?”
“Yes; it is understood that the squire will throw his influence into the
scale, and that will probably decide the matter.”
“Then it's very mean of Squire Walsingham,” said Herbert, indignantly.
“He knows that you depend on the office for a living.”
“Most men are selfish, my dear Herbert.”
“But he was an old schoolfellow of father's, and it was as his
substitute that father went to the war where he was wounded.”
“True, Herbert, but I am afraid that consideration won't weigh much with
John Walsingham.”
“I have a great mind to go and see him, mother. Have you any
objections?”
“I have no objections, but I am afraid it will do no good.”
“Mr. Graham ought to be ashamed, with the profits of his store, to want
the post office also. His store alone pays him handsomely.”
“Mr. Graham is fond of money. He means to be a rich man.”
“That is true enough. He is about the meanest man in town.”
A few words are needed in explanation, though the conversation explains
itself pretty well.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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