Frank's Campaign; Or, The Farm and the Camp by Jr. Horatio Alger (short novels in english .TXT) π
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βIf I were as good a manager as some,β said Mrs. Frost, with a smile, βI would offer to be your farmer; but I am afraid that, though my intentions would be the best, things would go on badly under my administration.β
βYou have enough to do in the house, Mary,β said her husband. βI should not wish you to undertake the additional responsibility, even if you were thoroughly competent. I am afraid I shall have to give up the idea of going.β
Mr. Frost took up the evening paper. Frank continued to look thoughtfully into the fire, as if revolving something in his mind. Finally he rose, and lighting a candle went up to bed. But he did not go to sleep for some time. A plan had occurred to him, and he was considering its feasibility.
βI think I could do it,β he said, at last, turning over and composing himself to sleep. βI'll speak to father the first thing to-morrow morning.β
CHAPTER IV. FRANK MAKES A PROPOSITION
When Frank woke the next morning the sun was shining into his window. He rubbed his eyes and tried to think what it was that occupied his mind the night before. It came to him in a moment, and jumping out of bed, he dressed himself with unusual expedition.
Hurrying down-stairs, he found his mother in the kitchen, busily engaged in getting breakfast.
βWhere's father?β he asked.
βHe hasn't come in from the barn yet, Frank,β his mother answered. βYou can have your breakfast now, if you are in a hurry to get to studying.β
βNever mind, just now, mother,β returned Frank. βI want to speak to father about something.β
Taking his cap from the nail in the entry where it usually hung, Frank went out to the barn. He found that his father was nearly through milking.
βIs breakfast ready?β asked Mr. Frost, looking up. βTell your mother she needn't wait for me.β
βIt isn't ready yet,β said Frank. βI came out because I want to speak to you about something very particular.β
βVery well, Frank, Go on.β
βBut if you don't think it a good plan, or think that I am foolish in speaking of it, don't say anything to anybody.β
Mr. Frost looked at Frank in some little curiosity.
βPerhaps,β he said, smiling, βlike our neighbor Holman, you have formed a plan for bringing the war to a close.β
Frank laughed. βI am not quite so presumptuous,β he said. βYou remember saying last night, that if I were old enough to take charge of the farm, you would have no hesitation in volunteering?β
βYes.β
βDon't you think I am old enough?β asked Frank eagerly.
βWhy, you are only fifteen, Frank,β returned his father, in surprise.
βI know it, but I am strong enough to do considerable work.β
βIt isn't so much that which is required. A man could easily be found to do the hardest of the work. But somebody is needed who understands farming, and is qualified to give directions. How much do you know of that?β
βNot much at present,β answered Frank modestly, βbut I think I could learn easily. Besides, there's Mr. Maynard, who is a good farmer, could advise me whenever I was in doubt, and you could write home directions in your letters.β
βThat is true,β said Mr. Frost thoughtfully. βI will promise to give it careful consideration. But have you thought that you will be obliged to give up attending school.β
βYes, father.β
βAnd, of course, that will put you back; your class-mates will get in advance of you.β
βI have thought of that, father, and I shall be very sorry for it. But I think that is one reason why I desire the plan.β
βI don't understand you, Frank,β said his father, a little puzzled.
βYou see, father, it would require a sacrifice on my part, and I should feel glad to think I had an opportunity of making a sacrifice for the sake of my country.β
βThat's the right spirit, Frank,β said his father approvingly. βThat's the way my grandfather felt and acted, and it's the way I like to see my son feel. So it would be a great sacrifice to me to leave you all.β
βAnd to us to be parted from you, father,β said Frank.
βI have no doubt of it, my dear boy,β said his father kindly. βWe have always been a happy and united family, and, please God, we always shall be. But this plan of yours requires consideration. I will talk it over with your mother and Mr. Maynard, and will then come to a decision.β
βI was afraid you would laugh at me,β said Frank.
βNo,β said his father, βit was a noble thought, and does you credit. I shall feel that, whatever course I may think it wisest to adopt.β
The sound of a bell from the house reached them. This meant breakfast. Mr. Frost had finished milking, and with a well-filled pail in either hand, went toward the house.
βMove the milking:-stool, Frank,β he said, looking behind him, βor the cow will kick it over.β
Five minutes later they were at breakfast.
βI have some news for you, Mary,β said Mr. Frost, as he helped his wife to a sausage.
βIndeed?β said she, looking up inquiringly.
βSome one has offered to take charge of the farm for me, in case I wish to go out as a soldier.β
βWho is it?β asked Mrs. Frost, with strong interest.
βA gentleman with whom you are wellβI may say intimately acquainted,β was the smiling response.
βIt isn't Mr. Maynard?β
βNo. It is some one that lives nearer than he.β
βHow can that be? He is our nearest neighbor.β
βThen you can't guess?β
βNo. I am quite mystified.β
βSuppose I should say that it is your oldest son?β
βWhat, Frank?β exclaimed Mrs. Frost, turning from her husband to her son, whose flushed face indicated how anxious he was about his mother's
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