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

Chapter I. The Missing Heir.

CHAPTER I A REVELATION A group of boys was assembled in an open field to the west of the public schoolhouse in the town of Crawford.

"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."

"_Evening Telegram!_ Only one left.

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

CHAPTER I HARRY RECEIVES A LETTER "Here's a letter for you, Harry," said George Howard.

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.

A man and a boy were ascending a steep street in a country town in Eastern New York.

"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...

By Horatio Alger and Thomas Chandler Haliburton Illustrated.

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."

From a small and rudely-built log-cabin a sturdy boy of fou

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.

By Horatio Alger, Jr. Alger Series For Boys.

Bi-Centennial Ode For the Consecration of a Cemetery BALLADS.

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

"If I live till next July, I shall be twenty-nine years old," simpered the young widow, and she looked around the table, as if to note the effect of such an incredible statement.

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

CHAPTER I. THE WAR MEETING The Town Hall in Rossville stands on a moderate elevation overlooking the principal street.

"What are you going to do with that horse, Ben Brayton?"

"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.