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ONLY AN IRISH BOY Or, Andy Burke's Fortunes by Horatio Alger, Jr.





CONTENTS

ONLY AN IRISH BOY

CHAPTER I — ANDY BURKE

CHAPTER II — A SKIRMISH

CHAPTER III — ANDY AND HIS MOTHER

CHAPTER IV — MRS. PRESTON

CHAPTER V — A PROFITABLE JOB

CHAPTER VI — THE TWO OLD MAIDS

CHAPTER VII — ANDY OBTAINS A PLACE

CHAPTER VIII — THE MIDNIGHT ALARM

CHAPTER IX — WHAT FOLLOWED

CHAPTER X — ANDY'S DEBUT AT SCHOOL

CHAPTER XI — A GAME OF BALL

CHAPTER XII — A LITTLE DIFFICULTY

CHAPTER XIII — GODFREY'S REBELLION

CHAPTER XIV — MR. STONE IS CALLED TO ACCOUNT

CHAPTER XV — MRS. PRESTON'S DISCOMFITURE

CHAPTER XVI — THE CHRISTMAS PRESENT

CHAPTER XVII — INTRODUCES AN ADVENTURER

CHAPTER XVIII — RIDING WITH A HIGHWAYMAN

CHAPTER XIX — BAFFLED A ROBBER

CHAPTER XX — HOW THE NEWS WAS RECEIVED

CHAPTER XXI — A MODEL WIFE

CHAPTER XXII — COLONEL PRESTON'S RECOVERY

CHAPTER XXIII — MRS. BURKE HAS GOOD FORTUNE

CHAPTER XXIV — ANDY'S JOURNEY

CHAPTER XXV — THE MERCHANT FROM PORTLAND

CHAPTER XXVI — SPINNING THE WEB

CHAPTER XXVII — THE DROP GAME

CHAPTER XXVIII — THE GUEST OF TWO HOTELS

CHAPTER XXIX — A STARTLING EVENT

CHAPTER XXX — COLONEL PRESTON'S WILL

CHAPTER XXXI — MRS. PRESTON'S INTENTIONS

CHAPTER XXXII — MRS. PRESTON'S REVENGE

CHAPTER XXXIII — ANDY LOSES HIS PLACE

CHAPTER XXXIV — THE WILL AT LAST

CHAPTER XXXV — MRS. PRESTON IS UNPLEASANTLY SURPRISED

CHAPTER XXXVI — ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL







ONLY AN IRISH BOY







CHAPTER I — ANDY BURKE

"John, saddle my horse, and bring him around to the door."

The speaker was a boy of fifteen, handsomely dressed, and, to judge from his air and tone, a person of considerable consequence, in his own opinion, at least. The person addressed was employed in the stable of his father, Colonel Anthony Preston, and so inferior in social condition that Master Godfrey always addressed him in imperious tones.

John looked up and answered, respectfully:

"Master Godfrey, your horse is sick of the disease, and your father left orders that he wasn't to go out on no account."

"It's my horse," said Godfrey; "I intend to take him out."

"Maybe it's yours, but your father paid for him."

"None of your impudence, John," answered Godfrey, angrily. "Am I master, or are you, I should like to know!"

"Neither, I'm thinking," said John, with a twinkle in his eye. "It's your father that's the master."

"I'm master of the horse, anyway, so saddle him at once."

"The colonel would blame me," objected John.

"If you don't, I'll report you and get you dismissed."

"I'll take the risk, Master Godfrey," said the servant, good-humoredly. "The colonel won't be so unreasonable as to send me away for obeying his own orders."

Here John was right, and Godfrey knew it, and this vexed him the more. He had an inordinate opinion of himself and his own consequence, and felt humiliated at being disobeyed by a servant, without being able to punish him for his audacity. This feeling was increased by the presence of a third party, who was standing just outside the fence.

As this third party is our hero, I must take a separate paragraph to describe him. He was about the age of Godfrey, possibly a little shorter and stouter. He had a freckled face, full of good humor, but at the same time resolute and determined. He appeared to be one who had a will of his own, but not inclined to interfere with others, though ready to stand up for his own rights. In dress he compared very unfavorably with the young aristocrat, who was biting his lips with vexation. In fact, though he is my hero, his dress was far from heroic. He had no vest, and his coat was ragged, as well as his pants. He had on a pair of shoes two or three times too large for him. They had not been made to order, but had been given him by a gentleman of nearly double his size, and fitted him too much. He wore a straw hat, for it was summer, but the brim was semi-detached, and a part of his brown hair found its way through it.

Now Godfrey was just in the mood for picking a quarrel with somebody,

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