Horatio Alger

“ Carl smiled.
"What makes you think I am not a poor boy?" he said.
"You are well dressed."
"That is true; but all the money I have is a dollar and five cents."
"You know where to get more? You have a good home?"
"I had a home, but now I am thrown on my own exertions," said Carl, soberly.
"Dear me! That is bad! If I were better acquainted, I might ask more particularly how this happens. Are you an orphan?"
"No, sir; my father is living."
"And your mother is dead?"
"Yes, sir."
"Is your father a poor man?"
"No, sir; he is moderately rich."
"Yet you have to fight your own way?" ”

“ Are you sure you are not unreasonably prejudiced against your stepmother? All stepmothers are not bad or unkind."
"I know that, sir."
"Yours is, I presume?"
"You can judge for yourself."
Carl recited some incidents in his experience with his stepmother. The stranger listened with evident interest.
"I am not in general in favor of boys leaving home except on extreme provocation," he said, after a pause; "but in your case, as your father seems to take part against you, I think you may be justified, especially as, at your age, you have a fair chance of making your own living." ”

“ Do you employ many persons in your establishment?"
"About thirty."
"Do you think you could make room for me?"
"Do you think you would like the business?"
"I am prepared to like any business in which I can make a living."
"That is right. That is the way to look at it. Let me think."
For two minutes Mr. Jennings seemed to be plunged in thought. Then he turned and smiled encouragingly.
"You can come home with me," he said, "and I will consider the matter."
"Thank you, sir," said Carl, gladly.
"I have got to make a call at the next house, not on business, though. ”