Helping Himself; Or, Grant Thornton's Ambition — John Shaqi
Helping Himself; Or, Grant Thornton's AmbitionAlger, Horatio, Jr.
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Helping Himself; Or, Grant Thornton's Ambition
Alger, Horatio, Jr.
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction; Kidnapping -- Juvenile fiction; New York (N.Y.) -- History -- 19th century -- Juvenile fiction
“You will have to come with me, madam,” said the policeman. “You may
as well go quietly.”
“Well, the game is up,” said the woman, with a careless laugh.
“It came near succeeding, though.”
“Now, my boy,” said the jeweler, “I will attend to your business.
You want to sell these pearls?”
“Yes, sir; they are of no use to mother, and she needs the money.”
“At what do you value them?”
“I leave that to you, sir. I shall be satisfied with what you think
them worth.”
The jeweler examined them attentively. After his examination was
concluded, he said: “I am willing to give four hundred dollars for
them. Of course they cost more, but I shall have to reset them.”
“That is more than I expected,” said Grant, joyfully. “It will pay
all our debts, and give us a little fund to help us in future.”
“Do you wish the money now? There might be some risk in a boy like
you carrying so much with you.”
“What would you advise, Mr. Clifton?”
“That you take perhaps a hundred dollars, and let me bring the
balance next Saturday night, when I come to pass Sunday at
Colebrook.”
“Thank you, sir; if it won't be too much trouble for you.”
CHAPTER VIII -- GRANT TAKES A DECISIVE STEP
Grant came home a messenger of good tidings, as his beaming face
plainly showed. His mother could hardly believe in her good fortune,
when Grant informed her that he had sold the pearls for four hundred
dollars.
“Why, that will pay up all your father's debts,” she said, “and we
shall once more feel independent.”
“And with a good reserve fund besides,” suggested Grant.
On Saturday evening he called on Mr. Clifton, and received the
balance of the purchase money. On Monday, with a little list of
creditors, and his pocket full of money, he made a round of calls,
and paid up everybody, including Mr. Tudor.
“I told you the bill would be paid, Mr. Tudor,” he said, quietly, to
the grocer.
“You mustn't feel hard on me on account of my pressing you, Grant,”
said the grocer, well pleased, in a conciliatory tone. “You see, I
needed money to pay my bills.”
“You seemed to think my father didn't mean to pay you,” said Grant,
who could not so easily get over what he had considered unfriendly
conduct on the part of Mr. Tudor.
“No, I didn't. Of course I knew he was honest, but all the same I
needed the money. I wish all my customers was as honest as your
folks.”
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