Horatio Alger Jr : 203 books

A man of middle age, muffled up in an overcoat, got out of a Third Avenue car, just opposite a small drug shop. Quickly glancing up and down the street with a furtive look, as if he wished to avoid recognition from any passerby who might know him, he entered the shop.

Herbert did not look forward with very joyful anticipations to the new engagement he had formed. He knew very well that he should not like Ebenezer Graham as an employer, but it was necessary that he should earn something, for the income was now but two dollars a week. He was sorry, too, to displace...

The detective, as he left the reading room, passed Rupert, who was just entering. "Let me see," he said, tapping Rupert on the shoulder, "you are the bell-boy who came near being murdered by a crank?" "Yes, sir." "You escaped very cleverly. You...