FACING THE WORLD Horatio
by Alger, Jr.
2020-04-21 16:43:27
CHAPTER IHARRY RECEIVES A LETTERHere'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...
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CHAPTER IHARRY RECEIVES A LETTERHere'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.
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