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Falling In With Fortune: The Experiences of a Young Secretary written by Horatio Alger, Jr. and Arthur M. Winfield. This book was published in 1900. And now republish in ebook format. We believe this work is culturally important in its original archival form. While we strive to adequately clean and digitally enhance the original work, there are occasionally instances where imperfections such as missing pages, poor pictures or errant marks may have been introduced due to either the quality of the original work. Despite these occasional imperfections, we have brought it back into print as part of our ongoing global book preservation commitment, providing customers with access to the best possible historical reprints. We appreciate your understanding of these occasional imperfections, and sincerely hope you enjoy reading this book.
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Falling In With Fortune
The Experiences of a Young Secretary
Horatio Alger, Jr.
Arthur M. Winfield
CHAPTER I. THROWN OUT OF EMPLOYMENT.
CHAPTER II. THE ACCUSATION, AND WHAT FOLLOWED.
CHAPTER III. GETTING SETTLED.
CHAPTER IV. THE OLD SECRETARY AND THE NEW.
CHAPTER V. A PLOT AGAINST ROBERT.
CHAPTER VI. MRS. VERNON'S MONEY.
CHAPTER VII. THE DOCTOR'S VISIT.
CHAPTER VIII. FREDERIC VERNON'S PERPLEXITY.
CHAPTER IX. ROBERT REACHES LONDON.
CHAPTER X. MATTERS AT HOME.
CHAPTER XI. VERNON MAKES ANOTHER MOVE.
CHAPTER XII. An Unexpected Result.
CHAPTER XIII. VERNON'S HIGH-HANDED PROCEEDINGS.
CHAPTER XIV. VERNON'S UNWELCOME VISITOR.
CHAPTER XV. A FIGHT AND A FIRE.
CHAPTER XVI. ROBERT SHOWS HIS BRAVERY.
CHAPTER XVII. A DIAMOND SCARFPIN.
CHAPTER XVIII. VERNON PLAYS THE PENITENT.
CHAPTER XIX. MRS. VERNON'S BANK ACCOUNT.
CHAPTER XX. THE RUNAWAY ALONG THE CLIFF.
CHAPTER XXI. THE CABLEGRAM FROM CHICAGO.
CHAPTER XXII. FARMER PARSONS' STORY.
CHAPTER XXIII. AUNT AND NEPHEW'S AGREEMENT.
CHAPTER XXIV. THE ATTACK IN THE STATEROOM.
CHAPTER XXV. A FRIEND IN NEED.
CHAPTER XXVI. IN CHICAGO ONCE MORE.
CHAPTER XXVII. DICK MARDEN'S GOOD NEWS.
CHAPTER XXVIII. IN WHICH MRS. VERNON IS MISSING.
CHAPTER XXIX. DOCTOR RUSHWOOD'S SANITARIUM.
CHAPTER XXX. FREDERIC VERNON'S DEMANDS.
CHAPTER XXXI. ROBERT DECIDES TO ACT.
CHAPTER XXXII. THE BEGINNING OF THE END.
CHAPTER XXXIII. ROBERT'S HEROISM—CONCLUSION.
"IS THIS YOUR RING, AUNT?"
"Falling in with Fortune" is a complete tale in itself, but forms the second of two companion volumes, the first being entitled, "Out for Business."
In this story are related the adventures of Robert Frost, who figured in the other volume mentioned. In the first tale we saw how Robert was compelled to leave home on account of the harsh actions of his step-father, and what he did while "out for business," as he frequently expressed it.
In the present tale our hero, by a curious combination of circumstances, becomes the private secretary to a rich lady, and travels with this lady to England and other places. The lady has a nephew whose character is none of the best, and as this young man had formerly occupied the position now assigned to Robert, our hero's place becomes no easy one to fill. Yet his natural stoutheartedness helps him to overcome every obstacle and brings his many surprising adventures to a satisfactory ending.
The two stories, "Out for Business" and "Falling in with Fortune," give to the reader the last tales begun by that famous writer of boys' tales, Mr. Horatio Alger, Jr., whose books have sold to the extent of hundreds of thousands of copies, not alone in America, but likewise in England, Australia, and elsewhere. The gifted writer was stricken when on the point of finishing the tales, and when he saw that he could not complete them himself, it was to the present writer that he turned, and an outline for a conclusion was drawn up which met with his approval—and this outline had been filled out in order to bring the stories to a finish and make them, as nearly as possible, what Mr. Alger intended they should be. The success of the first of the companion tales causes the present writer to hope that the second will meet with equal favor.
Arthur M. Winfield.
July 1, 1900.
"A telegram for you, Robert."
"A telegram for me?" repeated Robert Frost, as he took the envelope which his fellow clerk, Livingston Palmer, handed him. "I wonder where it can be from?"
"Perhaps it's from your mother. Your step-father may be sick again, and she may want you at home."
"No, Mr. Talbot is quite well now; my mother said so in her letter of yesterday. I imagine this is from Timberville, Michigan."
"Is your friend, Dick Marden, still up there attending to that lumber business for his uncle?"
"Didn't he want you to stay there with him?"
"He did, but I told him I would rather remain in the city. I like working for Mr. Gray, here in the ticket office, a great deal better than I do lumbering."
"I can see that. You are an out and out business boy, Robert. I shouldn't be surprised some day to see you have a cut-rate ticket office of your own."
"I'd rather be in a bank, or some large wholesale house, Livingston. But excuse me while I read the telegram."
"Certainly. Don't mind me."
Tearing open the envelope, Robert Frost pulled out the bit of yellow paper, upon which was written the following:
"I am called away to California and to Canada on business. May remain for three months. Will write to you later on. My uncle's case is in a bad mix-up again.
Robert read the brief communication with much interest. Dick Marden was much older than the boy, but a warm friendship existed between the pair.
"No bad news, I hope," said Livingston Palmer, after waiting on a customer, who had come in to buy a cut-rate ticket to Denver.
"Dick Marden has gone to California. He says the Amberton claim to that timber land is in a bad mix-up again."
"I see. Well, that doesn't concern you, does it?"
"Not exactly. But I would like to see Mr. Amberton come out ahead on the deal, for I think he deserves it."
"I know you worked hard enough to get that map for him," said Livingston Palmer, laughing. "Have you ever heard anything more of those two rascals who tried to get the map away from you?"
"No—and I don't want to hear from them. All I want is to be left alone, to make my own way in the world," concluded Robert.
Robert Frost was a lad of sixteen, strongly built, and with a handsome, expressive face. He had been born and brought up in the village of Granville, some fifty or sixty miles from Chicago, but had left his home several months before to do as he had just said, make his own way in the world.
The readers of the companion tale to this, "Out for Business," already know why Robert left home. To new readers I would state that it was on account of his step-father, James Talbot, who had married the widow Frost mainly for the purpose of getting possession of the fortune which had been left to her,—a fortune which upon her death was to go to her only child, Robert.
From his first entrance into the handsome and comfortable Frost homestead, James Talbot had acted very dictatorial toward Robert, and the boy, being naturally high-strung, had resented this, and many a bitter quarrel had ensued. At last Robert could stand his step-father's manner no longer, and, with his mother's consent, he left home for Chicago, to try his fortunes in the great city by the lakes.
Robert was fortunate in falling in with a rough but kind-hearted miner named Dick Marden, and the miner, who was well-to-do, obtained for the youth a position in the cut-rate ticket office of one Peter Gray, an old acquaintance. Gray gave Robert first five and then seven dollars per week salary, and to this Marden added sufficient to make an even twelve dollars, so the boy was enabled to live quite comfortably.
Dick Marden had an uncle living at Timberville, Michigan, who was old and feeble, and who was having a great deal of trouble about some timber lands which he claimed, but which an Englishman and a French Canadian were trying to get away from him. There was a map of the lands in the possession of an old lumberman named Herman Wenrich, and his daughter Nettie, who lived in Chicago, and this map Robert obtained for Marden and his uncle, Felix Amberton, and delivered it to them, although not until he had had several encounters with the people who wished to keep the map from Amberton. For his services Robert was warmly thanked by both Amberton and Marden, and the lumberman promised to do the handsome thing by the boy as soon as his titles to the lumber lands were clearly established in law.
During the time spent in Chicago Robert had had considerable trouble with his step-father, who was trying his best to get hold of some of Mrs. Talbot's money, with the ostensible purpose of going into the real estate business in the great city of the lakes. But a stroke of paralysis had placed Mr. Talbot on a sick bed, and upon his recovery he had told both his wife and his step-son that he intended to turn over a new leaf. Mrs. Talbot believed him, but Robert was suspicious, for he felt that his step-father's nature was too utterly mean for him to reform entirely.
"I hope he does reform, mother," the boy said to his fond parent. "But if I were you I would not expect too much—at least, at the start. I would not trust him with my money."
"He has not asked me for money," had been Mrs. Talbot's reply.
"But he wanted that ten thousand dollars to open up with in Chicago."
"That was before he had the attack of paralysis, Robert."
"He may want it again, as soon as he is himself once more. Take my advice and be careful what you do." And so mother and son parted, not to see each other again for a long while. But Robert was right; less than two months later James Talbot applied again for the money, stating that he would be very careful of it, so that not a dollar should be lost. He thought himself a keen business man, but thus far he had allowed every dollar that had come into his possession to slip through his fingers.
Robert felt sorry that Dick Marden had gone to California, for he had reckoned on seeing his friend upon his return to Chicago.
"Now, I suppose I won't see him for a long while," he thought.
Robert had settled down at the office, expecting the position to be a permanent one, but on the Saturday following the receipt of Marden's telegram a surprise awaited him. Mr. Gray called him into his private office.
"Robert," he said, "I have bad news for you."
"Bad news, Mr. Gray? What is it?"
"I am sorry to say it, but I shall have to dispense with your services from to-night."
Robert flushed, and felt dismayed. This announcement was like a thunderbolt from a clear sky.
"Are you dissatisfied with me, Mr. Gray?" he asked.
"Not at all. Your services have been entirely satisfactory."
"Then why do you send me away?"
"I cannot very well help it. I have a nephew from the country who wants a place in the city. His father has written me, asking as a favor that I will give Donald a place in my office. He is poor, and I don't see how I can refuse his request."
"Yes, sir, I see. I am glad you are not discharging me on account of dissatisfaction."
"You may be assured of that. I suppose you have some money saved up?"
"And no doubt your friend Mr. Marden will provide for you?"
"Mr. Marden has gone to California for three months."
"But you know his address there?"
Peter Gray looked sober, for he was a man of good feelings.
"Perhaps I can arrange to keep you," he said. "You know as much about the business as Mr. Palmer. I can discharge him and keep you."
"I would not consent to that, sir. Livingston Palmer needs his salary, and I wouldn't be willing to deprive him of it. I can get along somehow. When do you wish me to go?"
"My nephew arrived at my house this morning. He will be ready to go to work on Monday morning."
"Very well, sir."
"Of course I will give you a good recommendation—a first class one."
"Thank you, sir."
At six o'clock the broker handed Robert his week's wages, and Robert went out of the office, out of a place, and with prospects by no means flattering.
Fortunately for Robert he had about twenty dollars in his pocket, so that he was not in any immediate danger of suffering from want. He would have had more, but had bought some necessary articles of wearing apparel, assuming that his position was a permanent one.
Of course he began to seek for another place immediately. He examined the advertising columns of the daily papers, and inquired for anything he thought would suit him. But it so happened that business was unusually quiet, and he met with refusals everywhere, even where it was apparent that he was regarded favorably. There was one exception, however. He was offered three dollars a week in a small furnishing goods store, but this he felt that he could not afford to accept.
As he came back to his boarding place every afternoon, he grew more and more despondent.
"Is there no place open to me in this big city?" he asked himself.
One thing he was resolved upon. He would not go back to his old home. It would be too much of a triumph for his step-father, who had often predicted that Robert would fail in his undertaking to support himself. And yet he must do something.
He began to watch the newsboys near the Sherman House briskly disposing of their merchandise.
"I wonder if they make much," he thought.
He put the question to one pleasant-looking boy, of whom he bought an evening paper.
"I make about sixty or seventy cents a day," was the reply.
Sixty or seventy cents a day! That meant about four dollars a week. It was scarcely better than the salary offered in the furnishing goods store, and the employment would not be so agreeable. He felt that he should not like to have his step-father or any one who knew him in his native town seeing him selling daily papers in the street, so he decided not to take up that business except as a last resort.
One day he went into a large dry goods store to purchase a small article. He made his purchase and started to go out.
All at once he heard a cry, proceeding from a lady.
"I have lost my purse."
"That boy's got it!" said a voice.
Then much to his bewilderment Robert found himself seized by the shoulder, and a pocket-book was drawn out from the side pocket of his sack coat.
"Send for an officer!" said the floor-walker. "The boy is a thief!"
A person who is entirely innocent is likely to look confused when suddenly charged with theft. It came upon Robert so suddenly that he could not at first summon presence of mind enough to deny it. But at last he said indignantly, "I didn't take it. I never stole in my life."
"That's a likely story," said the floor-walker. "It got into your pocket itself, I suppose."
"I don't know how it got there. I only know I didn't put it there."
"Why did you come into the store—except to steal?"
"I came here to buy a necktie."
Just then in came an officer who had been summoned.
"Arrest that boy!" said the floor-walker. "He is a thief."
Robert started indignantly when the officer put his hand on his shoulder.
"That is false!" he said.
"Come along!" said the officer.
"Is there no one here who will speak for me?" asked Robert, looking about him on the suspicious and distrustful faces that surrounded him.
"Yes, I will do so," said a voice, and a tall, dignified looking gentleman with white hair pressed forward toward him.
All eyes were turned upon the gentleman.
"The boy is not a thief!" he said.
"Then perhaps," said the floor-walker sarcastically, "you can tell who is?"
"I can," returned the other calmly. "There is the thief!"
He pointed to a flashily attired young man who started to go out—protesting that it was all a mistake.
"That won't go down," said the floor-walker. "Who are you, sir, that try to screen the boy at the expense of an innocent man?"
"I am the Rev. Dr. Blank; I am pretty well known in Chicago, I believe."
This statement made a sensation. Some of those present recognized the clergyman, and even the floorwalker was impressed.
"Are you sure of this, sir?" he asked.
"Did you see the young man steal the pocket-book?"
"No, but I saw him put it into the boy's pocket."
By this time the policeman's attention had been called to the real thief.
"The minister is right, I make no doubt," he said. "I recognize that man. He is a well-known thief."
"Arrest him then!" said the floor-walker sullenly, for he was really sorry that Robert had been proven innocent.
The officer released his hold on our hero, and prepared to leave the store in charge of the real thief, who had, of course, emptied the pocket-book before placing it in Robert's pocket.
"Will you be present at the trial?" he asked the clergyman.
"Yes. There is my address. You can summon me."
"How can I thank you, sir?" said Robert warmly. "You have saved me from arrest."
"Thank God for that, my boy. I am glad that word of mine should do you such a service."
Robert walked out of the store feeling that he had had a very narrow escape. This was a relief, but it was quickly succeeded by anxious thoughts—for he was nearly out of money. His prospects were so uncertain that he blamed himself for incurring the expense of a necktie, though it had only cost him twenty-five cents.
Robert continued to seek for a position, but he seemed out of luck. Once he came near success. It was in a furnishing goods store. The shopkeeper seemed inclined to engage him, but before the decisive word was spoken his wife entered the store. She looked at Robert scrutinizingly.
"I think I have seen you before," she said sharply.
"I don't know, madam. I don't remember you."
"But I remember you. It was two days since. I saw you in a store on State Street. You were about to be arrested for stealing a wallet."
"Did you stay till it was discovered that someone else took it?" he asked.
"I know you got off somehow."
"I got off because I was innocent. I was as innocent as you were."
"Do you mean to insult me, boy?" asked the lady sharply.
"No, madam. I only say that I was innocent. It was shown that a man then in the store took the wallet. He was arrested, and I was released."
"Very likely he was a confederate of yours."
"If he had been he would have said so."
"At any rate, circumstances were very suspicious. Were you thinking of hiring this boy, William?"
"Yes, I liked his looks," answered the shopkeeper.
"Then be guided by me, and don't hire him."
"Why not? The charge seems to have been false."
"At any rate, he has been under suspicion. He can't be trusted."
"In that case," said Robert proudly, "I withdraw my application. I need the place enough, but if you are afraid to trust me I don't care to come."
"I am not afraid to trust you," said the owner of the shop kindly, "but my wife seems to have taken a prejudice against you."
"In that case I will go."
Robert bowed and left the store. His heart was full of disappointment and bitterness, and he resented the cruel want of consideration shown by the woman who had interfered between him and employment.
In fact, he had but fifteen cents left in his pocketbook. It was time for dinner, and he felt that he must eat. But where his next meal, outside of his boarding house, was to come from, he could not tell.
He was on State Street, and must go to another part of the city to find a cheap restaurant. He chanced to be passing the same store where he had almost suffered arrest.
"I wish I had never gone in there," he reflected. "It cost me a place."
As this thought passed through his mind a lady, richly dressed, passed through the portals of the store and stepped on the sidewalk.
Her glance rested on the boy.
"Didn't I see you in this store day before yesterday?" she asked.
"What!" thought Robert. "Does she remember me also?"
"I was here, madam," he replied.
"You were charged with stealing a wallet?"
"Yes, madam, but I hope you don't think that I did it."
"No; you were exonerated. But even if you had not been, I should know by your face that you were not a thief."
Robert brightened up.
"Thank you," he said gratefully. "I appreciate your confidence the more because I have just lost a place because a lady insisted that I might have been a confederate of the thief."
"Tell me about it. We will walk up the street, and you shall speak as we walk along."
Robert placed himself at her side, and told the story.
"Then you need employment?" she asked.
"Yes, madam. I need it very much. I have only fifteen cents left in my pocket."
"Do you live in the city?"
"I have been here only a short time. I came from the country."
"Are you well educated? Can you write a good hand? Are you good at figures?"
"I am nearly ready for college, but troubles at home prevented my going."
"You shall tell me of them later. Would you like to be my private secretary?"
"Yes, madam. I should feel very fortunate to procure such a position."
"Can you enter upon your duties at once?"
"Then we will take a car, and you can accompany me home."
"Shall I go after my valise?"
"No, you can go after that this evening. If you accompany me now we shall be in time for dinner."
Rather dazed by the suddenness of his engagement, Robert hailed a passing car by direction of his companion, and they took seats. The ride proved to be a long one. They disembarked at Prairie Avenue, and the lady led the way to a handsome residence. Robert went up the front steps with her, and rang the bell.
The door was opened by a smart servant girl, who regarded Robert with some surprise.
"Is dinner ready, Martha?" asked the lady of the house.
"Yes, madam. It will be served at once."
"Take this young gentleman up to the back room on the third floor, so that he may prepare for dinner."
"Yes, Mrs. Vernon."
"You will find everything necessary for your toilet in the room which I have assigned you. By the way, what is your name?"
"A good name. Martha will go up in ten minutes to conduct you to the dining room."
"If this is a dream," thought Robert, as he followed the servant upstairs—"it is a very pleasant one. I hope I shan't wake up till I have had dinner."
He was shown into a chamber of fair size, very handsomely furnished. Everything was at hand for making his toilet. Robert bathed his face and hands and combed his hair. He was quite ready when Martha knocked at the door.
"Dinner is served," she said. "I will show you the way to the dining room."
Robert was well prepared by long abstinence to do justice to the choice viands that were set before him. He had not been brought up in poverty, yet he had not been accustomed to the luxurious table maintained by Mrs. Vernon. He ate with so much relish that he was almost ashamed.
"I have an unusual appetite," he said half apologetically.
"Probably you do not generally dine so late," said Mrs. Vernon.
"I am glad you enjoy your dinner," said his hostess.
When dinner was over she said, "Come with me into my study, or perhaps I may say my office, and I will give you an idea of your duties."
Robert followed her with not a little curiosity, to a somewhat smaller room on the same floor.
It contained a large writing desk with numerous drawers, also several chairs and a bookcase.
Mrs. Vernon seated herself at the desk.
"Probably you wonder what a woman can want of a secretary?" she said inquiringly.
"No," answered Robert. "I know that there are women of business as well as men."
"Quite true. I do not need to enter into full explanations. However, I may say that I possess considerable property invested in different ways. My husband died two years since, and I am left to manage it for myself."
Robert bowed, indicating that he understood.
"A part of my property is in real estate, and I have numerous tenants. A part is invested in manufacturing stocks. I believe you said you understood bookkeeping?"
"Theoretically, I do. I have studied it in school."
"Take this sheet of paper and write a letter at my dictation."
She rose from the desk and signed to Robert to take her seat.
He did so, and wrote a short letter at her dictation.
"Now give it to me."
She regarded it approvingly.
"That will do very well," she said. "I think you will suit me."
"Am I the first secretary you have employed?" asked Robert curiously.
"A natural question. No, I still have a secretary, a nephew of mine."
Robert looked puzzled.
"Then, with me, you will have two."
"No, for I shall discharge my nephew."
"Is he—a boy?"
"No, he is a young man of twenty-five."
"Do you think I shall suit you any better? I am afraid you will be disappointed in me."
"I will tell you why I discharge my nephew. He takes advantage of his relationship to make suggestions and interfere with my plans. Besides, he is inclined to be gay, and though his duties are by no means arduous he neglects them, and is so careless that I have found numerous errors in his accounts."
"Does he know that he is to be superseded?"
"No; he will learn it first when he sees you."
"I am afraid he will be prejudiced against me."
"No doubt he will."
"Does he depend upon his salary? Won't he be put to inconvenience?"
"You are very considerate. I answer No, for I shall continue to pay him a liberal salary, but will leave him to obtain employment elsewhere. And this leads me to ask your views in regard to compensation."
"I shall be satisfied with whatever you choose to pay me."
"Then suppose we say a hundred dollars a month, and of course a home. You will continue to occupy the room into which Martha conducted you before dinner."
"But, Mrs. Vernon, can I possibly earn as much as that? Most boys of my age are contented with five or six dollars a week."
"They do not have as responsible duties as you. You will not only be my secretary, but will be entrusted with my bank account. I can afford to pay you liberally, and wish to do so."
"Then I can only thank you and accept your generous offer."
"That is well. By the way, how are you provided with money now?"
"I have almost nothing. I have been out of employment for some weeks."
Mrs. Vernon opened a drawer in her desk, and took out a roll of bills.
"Count those, please," she said.
"There are seventy-five dollars."
"You can accept them on account, or rather, I won't charge them to you. You may look upon that sum as your outfit. Very likely you may need to replenish your wardrobe."
"Yes, Mrs. Vernon, I shall, if I am to live in your house."
"Well spoken. As one of my family, of course I shall want you to be well dressed."
"Shall I begin my duties now?"
"No; you may return to your boarding house and prepare to transfer your trunk here."
"We shall have supper at seven. Very possibly your predecessor, my nephew, may be here. We will separate till then."
She left the room, and Robert followed.
As he emerged into the street he asked himself whether it were not all a dream. But feeling in his vest pocket he found the roll of bills, and this was a sufficient answer.
What a difference a couple of hours had made in his feelings! In the forenoon he had been discouraged, now he was in the highest spirits.
On his way he passed the furnishing goods store where he had been refused a position in the morning. He was in need of underclothing, and entered.
The proprietor of the shop saw and recognized him.
"You have come back again, I see," he said. "It is of no use. I cannot employ you. So far as I am concerned, I should be willing, but, as you know, my wife is prejudiced against you."
"I am not looking for a position," said Robert quietly.
"I wish to buy a few articles."
He passed from one article to another, and his bill amounted to over ten dollars.
The proprietor of the store, who waited upon him in person, became more and more amazed, and even a little anxious.
"Can you pay for all these?" he asked.
"Certainly, or I should not buy them."
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