MAKING HIS WAY

TABLE OF CONTENTS


I. Two School Friends
II. The Telegram
III. Frank's Bereavement
IV. Mrs. Manning's Will
V. Disinherited
VI. An Unsatisfactory Interview
VII. A School Friend
VIII. A New Plan
IX. The New Owner of Ajax
X. Mark Yields to Temptation
XI. Mark Gets into Trouble
XII. Suspended
XIII. Mr. Manning's New Plan
XIV. Good-bye
XV. Erastus Tarbox of Newark
XVI. An Unpleasant Discovery
XVII. The Way of the World
XVIII. Frank Arrives in New York
XIX. Frank Seeks Employment in Vain
XX. An Adventure in Wall Street
XXI. The Capture
XXII. The Young Tea Merchant
XXIII. Frank Meets Mr. Manning and Mark
XXIV. A Discouraging Day
XXV. Perplexity
XXVI. Frank Hears Something to His Advantage
XXVII. An Incident in a Street Car
XXVIII. Frank Makes an Evening Call
XXIX. Frank Is Offered a Position
XXX. Frank as Private Secretary
XXXI. A Letter from Mr. Tarbox
XXXII. Mr. Percival's Proposal
XXXIII. Preparing for a Journey
XXXIV. Frank Reaches Jackson
XXXV. Dick Hamlin
XXXVI. Mr. Fairfield, the Agent
XXXVII. Frank Receives a Letter from Mr. Percival
XXXVIII. The Agent Is Notified
XXXIX. An Important Discovery
XL. Jonas Barton
XLI. Conclusion




MAKING HIS WAY


CHAPTER I

TWO SCHOOL FRIENDS


Two boys were walking in the campus of the Bridgeville Academy. They
were apparently of about the same age--somewhere from fifteen to
sixteen--but there was a considerable difference in their attire.

Herbert Grant was neatly but coarsely dressed, and his shoes were of
cowhide, but his face indicated a frank, sincere nature, and was
expressive of intelligence.

His companion was dressed in a suit of fine cloth, his linen was of the
finest, his shoes were calfskin, and he had the indefinable air of a boy
who had been reared in luxury.

He had not the broad, open face of his friend--for the two boys were
close friends--but his features were finely chiseled, indicating a share
of pride, and a bold, self-reliant nature.

He, too, was an attractive boy, and in spite of his pride possessed a
warm, affectionate heart and sterling qualities, likely to endear him to
those who could read and understand him.

His name was Frank Courtney, and he is the hero of my story.

"Have you written your Latin exercises, Frank?" asked Herbert.

"Yes; I finished them an hour ago."

"I was going to ask you to write them with me. It is pleasanter to
study in company."

"Provided you have the right sort of company," rejoined Frank.

"Am I the right sort of company?" inquired Herbert, with a smile.

"You hardly need to ask that, Herbert. Are we not always together? If I
did not like your company, I should not seek it so persistently. I don't
care to boast, but I have plenty of offers of companionship which I
don't care to accept. There is Bob Stickney, for instance, who is always
inviting me to his room; but you know what he is--a lazy fellow, who
cares more to have a good time than to study. Then there is James
Cameron, a conceited, empty-headed fellow, who is very disagreeable to
me."