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    Shifting For Himself: or Gilbert Greyson's Fortunes
    Shifting For Himself: or Gilbert Greyson's Fortunes
    Shifting For Himself: or Gilbert Greyson's Fortunes
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    Shifting For Himself: or Gilbert Greyson's Fortunes

    By Horatio Alger, Jr.

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    Shifting For Himself: or Gilbert Greyson's Fortunes written by prolific 19th-century American writer Horatio Alger Jr. This book is one of many works by him. It has already published in 1876. 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 blurred or 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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    PublisherHoratio Alger Jr.
    Release dateSep 23, 2017
    ISBN9788826487137
    Shifting For Himself: or Gilbert Greyson's Fortunes
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    Horatio Alger, Jr.

    Horatio Alger Jr. ; January 13, 1832 – July 18, 1899) was a prolific 19th-century American writer, best known for his many young adult novels about impoverished boys and their rise from humble backgrounds to lives of middle-class security and comfort through hard work, determination, courage, and honesty. (Excerpt from Wikipedia)

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      Shifting For Himself - Horatio Alger, Jr.

      Jr.

      Table of Contents

      PREFACE.

      CHAPTER I.    TWO SCHOOL-FELLOWS.

      CHAPTER II.    THE GUARDIAN’S LETTER.

      CHAPTER III.    RICHARD BRIGGS.

      CHAPTER IV.  GILBERT MAKES A NEW ACQUAINTANCE.

      CHAPTER V.    AT THE DINNER-TABLE.

      CHAPTER VI.    HOW GILBERT GOT ON.

      CHAPTER VII.    A SPITEFUL WOMAN.

      CHAPTER VIII.    GILBERT GETS A PLACE.

      CHAPTER IX.    THE FIRST DAY IN BUSINESS.

      CHAPTER X.    THE NEW BOARDING-HOUSE.

      CHAPTER XI.    A NEW ARRANGEMENT.

      CHAPTER XII.    RANDOLPH’S CALL.

      CHAPTER XIII.    GILBERT CALLS ON THE VIVIANS.

      CHAPTER XIV.    A PLEASANT EVENING.

      CHAPTER XV.    AT STEINWAY HALL.

      CHAPTER XVI.    A PLOT AGAINST GILBERT.

      CHAPTER XVII.    THE PLOT SUCCEEDS.

      CHAPTER XVIII.    AN HUMBLE FRIEND.

      CHAPTER XIX.    A DOMESTIC DISCUSSION.

      CHAPTER XX.    A FEMALE FOE.

      CHAPTER XXI.    ALPHONSO JONES.

      CHAPTER XXII.    COUNT ERNEST DE MONTMORENCY.

      CHAPTER XXIII.    THE LITTLE FLOWER-GIRL.

      CHAPTER XXIV.    EMMA’S FATHER.

      CHAPTER XXV.    GILBERT IN A TIGHT PLACE.

      CHAPTER XXVI.    THE COUNT’S SECRET.

      CHAPTER XXVII.    HARD UP.

      CHAPTER XXVIII.    AN UNSATISFACTORY CALL.

      CHAPTER XXIX.    GILBERT’S PLANS.

      CHAPTER XXX.    GILBERT BECOMES A NEWSBOY.

      CHAPTER XXXI.    GILBERT’S SECOND DAY.

      CHAPTER XXXII.    A NOVEL PROPOSITION.

      CHAPTER XXXIII.    THE NEW PROFESSOR.

      CHAPTER XXXIV.    THE BROKER’S RETURN.

      CHAPTER XXXV.    GILBERT’S TRIUMPH.

      CHAPTER XXXVI.    MR. BRIGGS RETURNS FROM EUROPE.

      CHAPTER XXXVII.    AN IMPORTANT REVELATION.

      CHAPTER XXXVIII.    GILBERT’S SHIP COMES IN.

      CHAPTER XXXIX.    CONCLUSION.

      PREFACE.

      Shifting for Himself records the experiences of a boy who, in the course of a preparation for college, suddenly finds himself reduced to poverty. He is obliged to leave his books, and give up his cherished plans. How cheerfully Gilbert Greyson accepted the situation, and settled down to regular work, what obstacles he encountered and overcame, and what degree of success he met with in the end, the reader of this story will learn.

      Though it must be admitted that Gilbert was more fortunate than the majority of boys in his position, it is claimed that he displayed qualities which may wisely be imitated by all boys who are called upon to shift for themselves. In the last three years many thousand American boys have been compelled, like Gilbert, to give up their cherished hopes, and exchange school-life for narrow means and hard work. Nothing is more uncertain than riches; and such cases are liable to occur at all times. I shall be glad if the story of Gilbert Greyson and his fortunes gives heart or hope to any of my young readers who are similarly placed. The loss of wealth often develops a manly self-reliance, and in such cases it may prove a blessing in disguise.

      New York

      , Oct. 20, 1876.

      CHAPTER I. 

      TWO SCHOOL-FELLOWS.

      Dr. Burton’s boarding-school was in a ferment of hope and expectation. To-morrow was the end of the term, and vacation, so dear to the heart of every school-boy, was close at hand.

      The school was not a large one. There were twenty-four boarding pupils, and an equal number of day-scholars from the village of Westville, in which the school had been established twenty years before. It was favorably situated, being only forty miles from New York. Half the boarding-scholars were from the city, and half from more distant places. Generally two or three pupils were sent to college each year, and, as the principal was a thorough scholar, maintained a creditable, often a high rank.

      The school-session was over, and the boys separated into little knots. The day-scholars mostly went home, carrying their books under their arms.

      Among the little knots we must direct particular attention to two boys, one a boarding-scholar, the other a day-scholar. The first was Gilbert Greyson, a handsome, spirited boy of sixteen; the other, John Munford, of about the same age, and much more plainly dressed. John was the son of a carpenter, of limited means, and had already begun to learn his father’s business. But the father was sensible of the advantages of education, and had permitted his son to spend six months of each year at school, on condition that he would work the balance of the time. This arrangement seemed fair to John, and he took care, whether he studied or worked, to do both in earnest.

      How do you feel about vacation, John? asked Gilbert.

      I was in no hurry to have it come, Gilbert. It is likely to be a very long vacation to me.

      How so?

      I have got through my school-life.

      What! Are you not coming back next term? asked Gilbert, with evident disappointment, for John was his most intimate friend.

      Neither next term, nor any other term, Gilbert, I am sorry to say.

      Have you finished your education, then?

      So far as school goes.

      I am sorry for that. I shall miss you more than any one else.

      We shall still meet, I hope. I shall be at work; but there will be times—in the evening—when we can see each other.

      No doubt; but that won’t be like sitting at the same desk, and studying together. You had better let me ask your father to send you one more year.

      John shook his head.

      No, Gilbert, it ought not to be. My father is poor you know, and it has been a sacrifice to him to spare me half the year thus far. Now I must go to work in earnest, and perfect myself in my trade, that I may relieve him of all expense on my account.

      I suppose you are right, John; but I shall miss you none the less. Somehow I never could be reconciled to your becoming a carpenter. You are not cut out for it.

      Don’t you think I will make a good one? asked John, smiling.

      I am sure you will; but that isn’t the question. Do you think you are better fitted for that than for anything else?

      No, I don’t.

      Do you prefer that trade to any other business?

      No; but I can’t choose for myself. I should rather be a teacher, or a lawyer; but there is small chance for either. For either I should be obliged to study years, and I can’t afford to do that. A carpenter I am to be, and I will try to make a good one. Now, your case is different. You are going to school next year, I suppose?

      Yes, I suppose so. That is as my guardian determines, and no letter has been received from him yet. I believe Dr. Burton is expecting one to-day or to-morrow.

      You won’t spend the summer here, I suppose, Gilbert?

      I am hoping to make a little tour, as I did last year.

      You went to the White Mountains then.

      Yes, and had a jolly good time.

      Where will you go this year?

      I want to go to Niagara, stopping on the way at Saratoga. I have estimated that I can do it for a hundred dollars,—the same that my last summer’s trip cost me.

      It must be splendid to travel, said John, enthusiastically. I mean to see something of the world some day, though I suspect that I shall be a pretty old boy before I am able to. I have no guardian to send me money. I must earn my money before I spend it.

      I never earned a dollar in my life, said Gilbert. I wonder how it would seem if I had to support myself, and make my own way in the world.

      It would seem hard at first. It comes natural to me; but then I have been differently brought up from you.

      I rather envy you, John, said Gilbert, thoughtfully. You are so much more self-reliant, so much better able to take care of yourself.

      It’s the difference in the training, Gilbert. I’ve no doubt it’s in you; but circumstances have never brought it out. You expect to go to Yale College a year hence, don’t you?

      I expect to; at least that has been Dr. Burton’s plan; but my guardian has never expressed his opinion. He has simply given his consent to my pursuing the course preparatory to entrance. I presume I shall go, however.

      What sort of a man is your guardian?

      I have never seen much of him. He lives in the city, you know; but he never seemed to care to have me in his home much. He is a merchant, and appears to be wealthy. At any rate, he lives in a fine house up-town, and keeps up a good style of living.

      Who appointed him your guardian?

      I don’t know. I suppose my father.

      Is your father living?

      I don’t know.

      Don’t know! exclaimed John, opening his eyes.

      It seems strange to you; but I cannot give any explanation. My guardian tells me I shall know some time; meanwhile I am to ask no questions.

      Did that satisfy you?

      No; but when I pressed my question I was silenced. I was told that I must be satisfied with being so well provided for, without trying to penetrate into matters that did not concern me.

      I should think it did concern you.

      So I do think; but there is no use in thinking about it. It would only perplex me to no purpose.

      I can’t put myself in your place at all. To me it seems so natural to have a father and mother, and sister. How lonely you must feel!

      I have never been used to them. And that makes a difference. Sometimes, to be sure, I begin to think over the matter and wish that I had ties like other boys; but it doesn’t last long. But here we are at your home.

      Come in a minute, Gilbert.

      I don’t know if I ought. I shall be late to supper, and the doctor wouldn’t like that.

      Take supper with us.

      Yes, take supper with us, echoed John’s mother, a pleasant, motherly-looking woman, who heard her son’s words of invitation as he opened the door.

      Gilbert hesitated.

      The little table spread for tea looked so much more comfortable and home-like than the long table at the doctor’s, that he was strongly tempted.

      We may not have as nice a supper as the doctor, continued Mrs. Munford, but you may not mind that for once.

      You give the doctor’s table too much credit, said Gilbert, smiling. He doesn’t mean to pamper any of us, or make us gluttons. I would a great deal rather take supper here.

      Then stay, Gilbert.

      I will, said Gilbert, in a tone of quick decision. If the doctor scolds, why let him.

      He won’t feel anxious about your not being back, will he? asked Mrs. Munford.

      No; he knows I can take pretty good care of myself. Besides, it will be a saving to him, all the more because I have a very good appetite.

      All laughed, for Dr. Burton, though on the whole a very worthy man, had the reputation of being what New Englanders call close. It was thought that he was more economical than he needed to be. At any rate he had made his school profitable, and was assessed for a very considerable sum in the list of village property-holders.

      How do you do, Mary? said Gilbert, offering his hand to a girl of ten, John’s sister, who just then entered the room.

      Pretty well, said Mary, shyly.

      Don’t blush so, Mary, said John, teasing her as brothers are apt to do.

      I wasn’t blushing, said Mary, indignantly.

      Just because Gilbert spoke to you.

      You are too bad, John, said his mother.

      How soon will supper be ready, mother? asked John.

      In half an hour. Why; are you very impatient?

      No; but I thought there might be time for Gilbert and me to have a catch in the yard.

      I’ll tell you of a better way of filling up your time.

      What is that?

      I am almost out of wood. Can’t you saw me up a little?

      I am afraid it will be dull to Gilbert to look on, said John.

      I don’t propose to look on. You shall saw, and I will split.

      I don’t like to set a visitor to work, said Mrs. Munford. I didn’t expect you to work for your supper.

      I shall enjoy it all the more. Come along, John. You’ll see what execution I will make with your wood-pile.

      As the two boys passed out into the woodshed, Mrs. Munford said, I like Gilbert. Though he is rich, he doesn’t put on any airs, but makes himself at home even among such plain people as we are.

      CHAPTER II. 

      THE GUARDIAN’S LETTER.

      When supper was over, the boys took a walk, bringing round by the large square house occupied by Dr. Burton for his boarding-school. They had got within a few rods when John observed one of the younger boys running towards them.

      There’s little Evans, he said. He looks as if he had a message for you, Gilbert.

      From the doctor, I suppose. I’m in for a scolding, probably.

      By this time Evans had reached them.

      You’re wanted, Greyson, he said. Why weren’t you home to supper?

      Is the doctor mad?

      I don’t know. He seems anxious to see you.

      All right. Then I’ll go in. I must bid you good-night, John. Business before pleasure, you know, or rather business after pleasure.

      I hope the business won’t be serious.

      I hope not. Good-night.

      Good-night, Gilbert.

      There was a small room about twelve feet square, which was known as Dr. Burton’s study. There was a desk beside the window, and book-shelves occupying the sides of the room. Hither it was that refractory or disobedient pupils were summoned, to receive admonition from the principal. In his early experience as teacher he had employed a sterner sort of discipline, but later he had substituted words for blows—very wisely, as I think.

      Gilbert went at once to the doctor’s study.

      Dr. Burton was a tall, spare man, with strongly marked features, and on the whole rather a stern face. He looked toward the door as Gilbert opened it.

      Good-evening, sir, said Gilbert.

      You were absent from supper without notice or permission, Greyson, the doctor began.

      Yes, sir.

      Where were you?

      I walked home with John Munford, and was invited to take supper there.

      I should have had no objection, if you had asked me. John Munford is one of my most reliable pupils, both in study and deportment.

      Gilbert was pleased at this commendation of his friend.

      I hope you will excuse me for absence without permission, he said, apologizing with a good grace.

      You are excused, Greyson.

      Supposing that the interview was over, Gilbert bowed, and was about to leave the room, but was stopped by the doctor.

      Stay, he said; I have something more to say to you.

      What else have I done? thought Gilbert, in surprise.

      Sit down, said the teacher.

      Gilbert seated himself.

      How long have you been here, Greyson?

      Six years, sir.

      In a year more you would be ready for college, said the doctor, musing.

      Why does he say ‘would’? Why not ‘will’? thought Greyson.

      Am I to go to college?

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