Herbert Carter's Legacy; Or, the Inventor's Son, Jr. Horatio Alger [uplifting novels .txt] 📗
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HERBERT CARTER'S LEGACY Or The Inventor's Son
NEW YORK
CONTENTS
CHAPTER I -- MRS. CARTER RECEIVES A LETTER
CHAPTER II -- WHAT THE LETTER CONTAINED
CHAPTER III -- HERBERT MEETS A RELATIVE
CHAPTER IV -- READING THE WILL
CHAPTER V -- WHAT CAME AFTERWARD
CHAPTER VI -- THE LAWYER'S HOME
CHAPTER VII -- A WELCOME DISCOVERY
CHAPTER VIII -- HERBERT'S RETURN
CHAPTER IX -- A BUSINESS CONFIDENCE
CHAPTER X -- SQUIRE LEECH IS BAFFLED
CHAPTER XI -- SICKNESS
CHAPTER XII -- POOR AND PROUD
CHAPTER XIII -- MR. BANKS, THE SUPERINTENDENT
CHAPTER XIV -- HERBERT'S NEW UNDERTAKING
CHAPTER XV -- THE CRISIS APPROACHES
CHAPTER XVI -- AN UNEXPECTED OFFER
CHAPTER XVII -- WHAT THE LETTER CONTAINED
CHAPTER XVIII -- HOW THE SQUIRE WAS CIRCUMVENTED
CHAPTER XIX -- HERBERT BECOMES A PROFESSOR
CHAPTER XX -- PROSPECT POND
CHAPTER XXI -- ROWING
CHAPTER XXII -- ANDREW TEMPLE
CHAPTER XXIII -- TEMPLE THE TEMPTER
CHAPTER XXIV -- JAMES IS SNUBBED
CHAPTER XXV -- THE NEW BOAT
CHAPTER XXVI -- THE RIVAL BOATMEN
CHAPTER XXVII -- THE RACE
CHAPTER XXVIII -- MRS. CARTER'S GUEST
CHAPTER XXIX -- A BITTER PILL
CHAPTER XXX -- OUT OF WORK AGAIN
CHAPTER XXXI -- A NEW START
CHAPTER XXXII -- OPENING THE CAMPAIGN
CHAPTER XXXIII -- HERBERT AS A NEWSBOY
CHAPTER XXXIV -- HERBERT'S LEGACY
CHAPTER XXXV -- HERBERT'S RETURN
CHAPTER XXXVI -- CONCLUSION
BIOGRAPHY AND BIBLIOGRAPHY
Horatio Alger, Jr., an author who lived among and for boys and himself remained a boy in heart and association till death, was born at Revere, Mass., January 13, 1834. He was the son of a clergyman; was graduated at Harvard College in 1852, and at its Divinity School in 1860; and was pastor of the Unitarian Church at Brewster, Mass., in 1862-66.
In the latter year he settled in New York and began drawing public attention to the condition and needs of street boys. He mingled with them, gained their confidence, showed a personal concern in their affairs, and stimulated them to honest and useful living. With his first story he won the hearts of all red-blooded boys everywhere, and of the seventy or more that followed over a million copies were sold during the author's lifetime.
In his later life he was in appearance a short, stout, bald-headed man, with cordial manners and whimsical views of things that amused all who met him. He died at Natick, Mass., July 18, 1899.
Mr. Alger's stories are as popular now as when first published, because they treat of real live boys who were always up and about—just like the boys found everywhere to-day. They are pure in tone and inspiring in influence, and many reforms in the juvenile life of New York may be traced to them. Among the best known are:
Strong and Steady; Strive and Succeed; Try and Trust; Bound to Rise; Risen from the Ranks; Herbert Carter's Legacy; Brave and Bold; Jack's Ward; Shifting for Himself; Wait and Hope; Paul the Peddler; Phil the Fiddler; Slow and Sure; Julius the Street Boy; Tom the Bootblack; Struggling Upward; Facing the World; The Cash Boy; Making His Way; Tony the Tramp; Joe's Luck; Do and Dare; Only an Irish Boy; Sink or Swim; A Cousin's Conspiracy; Andy Gordon; Bob Burton; Harry Vane; Hector's Inheritance; Mark Mason's Triumph; Sam's Chance; The Telegraph Boy; The Young Adventurer; The Young Outlaw; The Young Salesman, and Luke Walton.
CHAPTER I MRS. CARTER RECEIVES A LETTER
“Is that the latest style?” inquired James Leech, with a sneer, pointing to a patch on the knee of Herbert Carter's pants.
Herbert's face flushed. He was not ashamed of the patch, for he knew that his mother's poverty made it a necessity. But he felt that it was mean and dishonorable in James Leech, whose father was one of the rich men of Wrayburn, to taunt him with what he could not help. Some boys might have slunk away abashed, but Herbert had pluck and stood his ground.
“It is my style,” he answered, firmly, looking James boldly in the face.
“I admire your taste, then,” returned James, with a smooth sneer.
“Then, you had better imitate it,” retorted Herbert.
“Thank you,” said James, in the same insulting tone. “Would you lend me your pants for a pattern? Excuse me, though; perhaps you have no other pair.”
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