Bound to Rise; Or, Up the Ladder by Jr. Horatio Alger (mind reading books .TXT) 📕

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BOUND TO RISE Or, UP THE LADDER

By Horatio Alger, Jr.

AUTHOR OF "PAUL, THE PEDDLER," "PHIL, THE FIDDLER," "STRIVE AND SUCCEED," "HERRERT CARTER'S LEGACY," "JACK'S WARD," "SHIFTING FOR HIMSELF," ETC.

CONTENTS

BIOGRAPHY AND BIBLIOGRAPHY

CHAPTER I.   

CHAPTER II.   A CALAMITY

CHAPTER III.   HIRAM'S MOTTO

CHAPTER IV.   A SUM IN ARITHMETIC

CHAPTER V.   THE PRIZE WINNER

CHAPTER VI.   LOOKING OUT ON THE WORLD

CHAPTER VII.   IN FRANKLIN'S FOOTSTEPS

CHAPTER VIII.   HARRY'S DECISION

CHAPTER IX.   LEAVING HOME

CHAPTER X.   THE GENERAL

CHAPTER XI.   IN SEARCH OF WORK

CHAPTER XII.   THE NEW BOARDER

CHAPTER XIII.   AN INVITATION DECLINED

CHAPTER XIV.   THE TAILOR'S CUSTOMER

CHAPTER XV.   "BY EXPRESS"

CHAPTER XVI.   ASKING A FAVOR

CHAPTER XVII.   THE NIGHT SCHOLARS

CHAPTER XVIII.   LOST, OR STOLEN

CHAPTER XIX.   AN UNWELCOME VISITOR

CHAPTER XX.   

CHAPTER XXI.   IN THE TAILOR'S POWER

CHAPTER XXII.   THE COMING OF THE MAGICIAN

CHAPTER XXIII.   THE VENTRILOQUIST

CHAPTER XXIV.   HARRY'S LETTER

CHAPTER XXV.   A STRANGE COMPANION

CHAPTER XXVI.   PAGES FROM THE PAST

CHAPTER XXVII.   A MYSTIFYING PERFORMANCE

CHAPTER XXVII.   AN UNEXPECTED PAYMENT

CHAPTER XXIX.   IN THE PRINTING OFFICE

CHAPTER XXX.   THE YOUNG TREASURER

CHAPTER XXXI.   

CHAPTER XXXII.   THE GOOD SAMARITAN

CHAPTER XXXIII.      THE REWARD OF FIDELITY

CHAPTER XXXIV.   IN DIFFICULTY

CHAPTER XXXV.   SETTLED

BIOGRAPHY AND BIBLIOGRAPHY

Horatio Alger, Jr., an author who lived among and for boys and himself remained a boy in heart and association till death, was born at Revere, Mass., January 18, 1884. He was the son of a clergyman; was graduated at Harvard College in 1852, and at its Divinity School in 1860; and was pastor of the Unitarian Church at Brewster, Mass., in 1862-66. In the latter year he settled in New York and began drawing public attention to the condition and needs of street boys. He mingled with them, gained their confidence, showed a personal concern in their affairs, and stimulated them to honest and useful living. With his first story he won the hearts of all red-blooded boys every-where, and of the seventy or more that followed over a million copies were sold during the author's lifetime.

In his later life he was in appearance a short, stout, bald-headed man, with cordial manners and whimsical views of things that amused all who met him. He died at Natick, Mass., July 18, 1899.

Mr. Alger's stories are as popular now as when first published, because they treat of real live boys who were always up and about—just like the boys found everywhere to-day. They are pure in tone and inspiring in influence, and many reforms in the juvenile life of New York may be traced to them. Among the best known are:

Strong and Steady; Strive and Succeed; Try and Trust: Bound to Rise; Risen from the Ranks; Herbert Carter's Legacy; Brave and Bold; Jack's Ward; Shifting for Himself; Wait and Hope; Paul the Peddler; Phil the Fiddler: Slow and Sure: Julius the Street Boy; Tom the Bootblack; Struggling Upward; Facing the World; The Cash Boy; Making His Way; Tony the Tramp; Joe's Luck; Do and Dare: Only an Irish Boy; Sink or Swim; A Cousin's Conspiracy; Andy Gordon; Bob Burton; Harry Vane; Hector's Inheritance; Mark Manson's Triumph; Sam's Chance; The Telegraph Boy; The Young Adventurer; The Young Outlaw; The Young Salesman, and Luke Walton..

CHAPTER I

"Sit up to the table, children, breakfast's ready."

The speaker was a woman of middle age, not good-looking in the ordinary acceptation of the term, but nevertheless she looked good. She was dressed with extreme plainness, in a cheap calico; but though cheap, the dress was neat. The children she addressed were six in number, varying in age from twelve to four. The oldest, Harry, the hero of the present story, was a broad-shouldered, sturdy boy, with a frank, open face, resolute, though good-natured.

"Father isn't here," said Fanny, the second child.

"He'll be in directly. He went to the store, and he may stop as he comes back to milk."

The table was set in the center of the room, covered with a coarse tablecloth. The breakfast provided was hardly of a kind to tempt an epicure. There was a loaf of bread cut into slices, and a dish of boiled potatoes. There was no butter and no meat, for the family were very poor.

The children sat up to the table and began to eat. They were blessed with good appetites, and did not grumble, as the majority of my readers would have done, at the scanty fare. They had not been accustomed to anything better, and their appetites were not pampered by indulgence.

They had scarcely commenced the meal when the father entered. Like his wife, he was coarsely dressed. In personal appearance he resembled his oldest boy. His wife looking up as he entered perceived that he looked troubled.

"What is the matter, Hiram?" she asked. "You look as if something had happened."

"Nothing has happened yet," he answered; "but I am