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CARL CRAWFORD’S EXPERIENCE
Author of “Erie Train Boy,” “Young Acrobat,” “Only an Irish Boy,” “Bound to Rise,” “The Young Outlaw,” “Hector’s Inheritance,” etc.
CONTENTS
DRIVEN FROM HOME
CHAPTER I -- DRIVEN FROM HOME.
CHAPTER II. -- A FRIEND WORTH HAVING.
CHAPTER III. -- INTRODUCES PETER COOK.
CHAPTER IV. -- AN IMPORTANT CONFERENCE.
CHAPTER V. -- CARL’S STEPMOTHER.
CHAPTER VI. -- MRS. CRAWFORD’S LETTER.
CHAPTER VII. -- ENDS IN A TRAGEDY.
CHAPTER VIII. -- CARL FALLS UNDER SUSPICION.
CHAPTER IX. -- A PLAUSIBLE STRANGER.
CHAPTER X. -- THE COUNTERFEIT BILL.
CHAPTER XI. -- THE ARCHERY PRIZE.
CHAPTER XII. -- AN ODD ACQUAINTANCE.
CHAPTER XIII. -- AN UNEQUAL CONTEST.
CHAPTER XIV. -- CARL ARRIVES IN MILFORD.
CHAPTER XV. -- MR. JENNINGS AT HOME.
CHAPTER XVI. -- CARL GETS A PLACE.
CHAPTER XVII. -- CARL ENTERS THE FACTORY.
CHAPTER XVIII. -- LEONARD’S TEMPTATION.
CHAPTER XIX. -- AN ARTFUL SCHEME.
CHAPTER XX. -- REVEALS A MYSTERY.
CHAPTER XXI. -- AN UNWELCOME GUEST.
CHAPTER XXII. -- MR. STARK IS RECOGNIZED.
CHAPTER XXIII. -- PREPARING FOR THE BURGLAR.
CHAPTER XXIV. -- THE BURGLARY.
CHAPTER XXV. -- STARK’S DISAPPOINTMENT.
CHAPTER XXVI. -- A DISAGREEABLE SURPRISE.
CHAPTER XXVII. -- BROUGHT TO BAY.
CHAPTER XXVIII. -- AFTER A YEAR.
CHAPTER XXIX. -- THE LOST BANK BOOK.
CHAPTER XXX. -- AN ECCENTRIC WOMAN.
CHAPTER XXXI. -- CARL TAKES SUPPER WITH MISS NORRIS.
CHAPTER XXXII. -- A STARTLING DISCOVERY.
CHAPTER XXXIII. -- FROM ALBANY TO NIAGARA.
CHAPTER XXXIV. -- CARL MAKES THE ACQUAINTANCE OF AN ENGLISH LORD.
CHAPTER XXXV. -- WHAT CARL LEARNED IN CHICAGO.
CHAPTER XXXVI. -- MAKING A WILL.
CHAPTER XXXVII. -- PETER LETS OUT A SECRET.
CHAPTER XXXVIII. -- DR. CRAWFORD IS TAKEN TO TASK.
CHAPTER XXXIX. -- A MAN OF ENERGY.
CHAPTER XL. -- CONCLUSION.
DRIVEN FROM HOME.
CHAPTER I DRIVEN FROM HOME.
A boy of sixteen, with a small gripsack in his hand, trudged along the country road. He was of good height for his age, strongly built, and had a frank, attractive face. He was naturally of a cheerful temperament, but at present his face was grave, and not without a shade of anxiety. This can hardly be a matter of surprise when we consider that he was thrown upon his own resources, and that his available capital consisted of thirty-seven cents in money, in addition to a good education and a rather unusual amount of physical strength. These last two items were certainly valuable, but they cannot always be exchanged for the necessaries and comforts of life.
For some time his steps had been lagging, and from time to time he had to wipe the moisture from his brow with a fine linen handkerchief, which latter seemed hardly compatible with his almost destitute condition.
I hasten to introduce my hero, for such he is to be, as Carl Crawford, son of Dr. Paul Crawford, of Edgewood Center. Why he had set out to conquer fortune single-handed will soon appear.
A few rods ahead Carl’s attention was drawn to a wide-spreading oak tree, with a carpet of verdure under its sturdy boughs.
“I will rest here for a little while,” he said to himself,
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