Category: Bound to Rise

“You seem to be in an awful hurry to see me,” said Luke, grumbling. “I was just getting to sleep.”

“I’ve lost my pocketbook. Have you seen it?”

“Have I seen it? That’s a strange question. How should I have … Read the rest

Harry kept on his way to school, and arrived just the bell rang. Many of my readers have seen a country schoolhouse, and will not be surprised to learn that the one in which our hero obtained his education was … Read the rest

Luke Harrison had picked up Harry’s pocketbook, and, though knowing it to be his, concealed the discovery upon the impulse of the moment.

“What I find is mine,” he said to himself. “Of course it is. Harry Walton deserves to … Read the rest

There was a little room just off the kitchen, where the squire had an old-fashioned desk. Here it was that he transacted his business, and in the desk he kept his papers. It was into this room that he introduced … Read the rest

Harry learned rapidly. At the end of four weeks he had completed the Latin grammar, or that part of it which his teacher, thought necessary for a beginner to be familiar with, and commenced translating the easy sentences in “Andrews’ … Read the rest

Efforts for the recovery of the cow went on. Elihu Perkins exhausted all his science in her behalf. I do not propose to detail his treatment, because I am not sure whether it was the best, and possibly some of … Read the rest

Immediately after Thanksgiving Day, the winter schools commenced. That in the center district was kept by a student of Dartmouth college, who had leave of absence from the college authorities for twelve weeks, in order by teaching to earn something … Read the rest

“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; … Read the rest

There was one other tailor in the village, James Hayden, and to him Luke Harrison determined to transfer his custom, hoping to be allowed to run up a bill with him. He did not like his style of cut as … Read the rest

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 … Read the rest