Horatio Alger

“ Carter, when Phil returned, "did you see Rebecca--Mrs. Forbush?"
"Yes, sir, and handed her the money. She was overjoyed; not so much at receiving so generous a sum as at learning that you were reconciled to her."
"Poor girl!" said the old man, forgetting that she was now a worn woman. "I am afraid that she must have suffered much."
"She has met with many hardships, sir, but she won't mind them now."
"If I live her future shall be brighter than her past. I will call to-morrow. You, Philip, shall go with me."
"I should like to do so, sir. By the way, I met Alonzo on Broadway." ”

“ He was, however, not quite easy in mind.
"How in the world," he asked himself, "could that boy have found out that Uncle Oliver gave me a letter to post? If he should learn that I opened it and took the money, there'd be a big fuss. I guess I'd better not meet him again. If I see him any day I'll go in a different direction. He's so artful he may get me into trouble."
It is needless to say that neither Mr. or Mrs. Pitkin knew of Alonzo's tampering with the letter. Much as they would have been opposed to Phil's receiving such a letter, they would have been too wise to sanction such a bold step. ”

“ Alonzo could not help adding.
"Mrs. Forbush is an excellent Lady," said Phil warmly, for he could not hear one of his friends spoken against.
"Lady! She's as poor as poverty," sneered Alonzo.
"She is none the worse for that."
"Uncle Oliver can't bear her!"
"Indeed!" said Phil; pausing to see what else Alonzo would say.
"Ma says she disgraced herself, and all her relations gave her up. When you see her tell her she had better not come sneaking round the house again."
"If you will write a letter to that effect, I will see that she gets it," said Phil. "That letter won't miscarry." ”