Category: Bound to Rise

The boys went into the public room of the tavern. In the center was a stove, around which were gathered a miscellaneous crowd, who had assembled, as usual, to hear and talk over the news of the day. At the … Read the rest

“Father,” said Harry, the next morning, as Mr. Walton was about to leave the house, “there’s something I want to say to you.”

“What is it?” asked his father, imagining it was some trifle.

“I’ll go out with you, and … Read the rest

The week passed and Luke carefully avoided our hero going so far as to cross the street so as not to meet him. On Saturday evening, according to his arrangement, Luke was to have paid the surplus of his wages, … Read the rest

It was not until evening that Harry had a chance to look at his prize. It was a cheap book, costing probably not over a dollar; but except his schoolbooks, and a ragged copy of “Robinson Crusoe,” it was the … Read the rest

“Is that the bill you spoke of, Walton?” asked the tailor, on Harry’s next visit to the shop.

“Yes,” said Harry, eagerly. “Where did you get it?”

“You can guess.”

“From Luke Harrison?”

“Yes; he paid me, last evening, fifteen … Read the rest

“Are you going to the examination to-day, mother?” asked Harry, at breakfast.

“I should like to go,” said Mrs. Walton, “but I don’t see how I can. To-day’s my bakin’ day, and somehow my work has got behindhand during the … Read the rest

There was a general silence after Squire Green’s departure. Hiram Walton looked gloomy, and the rest of the family also.

“What an awful mean man the squire is!” Tom broke out, indignantly.

“You’re right, for once,” said Mary.

In general, … Read the rest

We must now transfer the scene to the Walton homestead.

It looks very much the same as on the day when the reader was first introduced to it. There is not a single article of new furniture, nor is any … Read the rest

“Where am I?” asked Harry, the next morning, as he sat up in bed and stared around him.

“Don’t you remember?” asked Jeff, smiling.

Jeff was standing by the bedside, already dressed.

“Yes; I remember now,” said Harry, slowly. “What … Read the rest

Harry’s reflections, as he sat on the ground were not the most cheerful. He was sitting in a constrained posture, his hands and feet being tied, and, moreover, the cold air chilled him. The cold was not intense, but as … Read the rest