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    Chapter XII. An Odd Acquaintance - Page 2

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    dollar and five cents."

    "You know where to get more? You have a good home?"

    "I had a home, but now I am thrown on my own exertions," said Carl, soberly.

    "Dear me! That is bad! If I were better acquainted, I might ask more particularly how this happens. Are you an orphan?"

    "No, sir; my father is living."

    "And your mother is dead?"

    "Yes, sir."

    "Is your father a poor man?"

    "No, sir; he is moderately rich."

    "Yet you have to fight your own way?"

    "Yes, sir. I have a stepmother."

    "I see. Are you sure you are not unreasonably prejudiced against your stepmother? All stepmothers are not bad or unkind."

    "I know that, sir."

    "Yours is, I presume?"

    "You can judge for yourself."

    Carl recited some incidents in his experience with his stepmother. The stranger listened with evident interest.

    "I am not in general in favor of boys leaving home except on extreme provocation," he said, after a pause; "but in your case, as your father seems to take part against you, I think you may be justified, especially as, at your age, you have a fair chance of making your own living."

    "I am glad you think that, sir. I have begun to wonder whether I have not acted rashly."

    "In undertaking to support yourself?"

    "Yes, sir."

    "How old are you?"

    "Sixteen."

    "At fourteen I was obliged to undertake what you have now before you."

    "To support yourself?"

    "Yes; I was left an orphan at fourteen, with no money left me by my poor father, and no relatives who could help me."

    "How did you make out, sir?" asked Carl, feeling very much interested.

    "I sold papers for a while--in Newark, New Jersey--then I got a place at three dollars a week, out of which I had to pay for board, lodging and clothes. Well, I won't go through my history. I will only say that whatever I did I did as well as I could. I am now a man of about middle age, and I am moderately wealthy."

    "I am very much encouraged by what you tell me, sir."

    "Perhaps you don't understand what a hard struggle I had. More than once I have had to go to bed hungry. Sometimes I have had to sleep out, but one mustn't be afraid to rough it a little when he is young. I shouldn't like to sleep out now, or go to bed without my supper," and the little man laughed softly.

    "Yes, sir; I expect to rough it, but if I could only get a situation, at no matter what income, I should feel encouraged."

    "You have earned no money yet?"

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