{"product_id":"2940013653160","title":"The Telegraph Boy","description":"THE TELEGRAPH BOY.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER I.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA YOUNG CARPET-BAGGER.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Twenty-five cents to begin the world with!\" reflected Frank Kavanagh,\u003cbr\u003edrawing from his vest-pocket two ten-cent pieces of currency and a\u003cbr\u003enickel. \"That isn't much, but it will have to do.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe speaker, a boy of fifteen, was sitting on a bench in City-Hall Park.\u003cbr\u003eHe was apparently about fifteen years old, with a face not handsome, but\u003cbr\u003efrank and good-humored, and an expression indicating an energetic and\u003cbr\u003ehopeful temperament. A small bundle, rolled up in a handkerchief,\u003cbr\u003econtained his surplus wardrobe. He had that day arrived in New York by a\u003cbr\u003eboat from Hartford, and meant to stay in the city if he could make a\u003cbr\u003eliving.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNext to him sat a man of thirty-five, shabbily dressed, who clearly was\u003cbr\u003enot a member of any temperance society, if an inflamed countenance and\u003cbr\u003ered nose may be trusted. Frank Kavanagh's display of money attracted his\u003cbr\u003eattention, for, small as was the boy's capital, it was greater than his\u003cbr\u003eown.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Been long in the city, Johnny?\" he inquired.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"I only arrived to-day,\" answered Frank. \"My name isn't Johnny, though.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"It's immaterial. Johnny is a generic term,\" said the stranger. \"I\u003cbr\u003esuppose you have come here to make your fortune.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"I shall be satisfied with a living to begin with,\" said Frank.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Where did you come from?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"A few miles from Hartford.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Got any relations there?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Yes,--an uncle and aunt.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"I suppose you were sorry to leave them.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Not much. Uncle is a pretty good man, but he's fond of money, and aunt\u003cbr\u003eis about as mean as they make 'em. They got tired of supporting me, and\u003cbr\u003egave me money enough to get to New York.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"I suppose you have some left,\" said the stranger, persuasively.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Twenty-five cents,\" answered Frank, laughing. \"That isn't a very big\u003cbr\u003ecapital to start on, is it?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Is that all you've got?\" asked the shabbily dressed stranger, in a tone\u003cbr\u003eof disappointment.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Every cent.\"","brand":"SAP","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47121209196784,"sku":"2940013653160","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940013653160_p0.jpg?v=1763583949","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940013653160","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}