Horatio Alger

“ She at once noticed his gravity.
"Have you had any bad luck, Philip?" she asked.
"Yes," answered Phil. "I have lost my situation."
"Indeed!" returned the landlady, with quick sympathy. "Have you had any difficulty with your employer?"
"Not that I am aware of."
"Did he assign any reason for your discharge?"
"No; I asked him for an explanation, but he merely said I was not wanted any longer."
"Isn't there any chance of his taking you back?"
"I am sure there is not."
"Don't be discouraged, Philip. A smart boy like you won't be long out of a place. ”

“ Phil turned pale, for to him, embarrassed as he was, the loss of his place was a very serious matter.
"What does this mean, Mr. Dickson?" he asked quickly.
"I can't inform you," answered the cashier, smiling unpleasantly, for he was a selfish man who sympathized with no one, and cared for no one as long as he himself remained prosperous.
"Who handed you this paper?" asked Phil.
"The boss."
"Mr. Pitkin?"
"Of course."
Mr. Pitkin was still in his little office, and Phil made his way directly to him.
"May I speak to you, sir?" asked our hero. ”

“ Four days later, sick with hope deferred, he made his way down to the wharf of the Charleston and Savannah boats, with a vague idea that he might get a job of carrying baggage, for he felt that he must not let his pride interfere with doing anything by which he could earn an honest penny. ”