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Adrift in New York Tom and Florence Braving the World

Creator: Alger, Horatio, 1832-1899
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joke, Miss Florence, but he's a good bye for all that, and I'm glad he's goin' to lave Tim Bolton, that ould thafe of the worruld." "Now, Mrs. O'Keefe, you know you'd marry Tim if he'd only ask you." "Marry him, is it? I'd lay my broom over his head if he had the impudence to ask me. When Maggie O'Keefe marries ag'in, she won't marry a man wid a red nose." "Break it gently to him, Mrs. O'Keefe. Tim is just the man to break his heart for love of you." Mrs. O'Keefe aimed a blow at Dodger, but he proved true to his name, and skillfully evaded it. "I must be goin'," he said. "I've got to work, or I can't pay room rent when the week comes round." "What are you going to do, Dodger?" asked Florence. "It isn't time for the evenin' papers yet, so I shall go 'round to the piers and see if I can't get a job at smashin' baggage." "But I shouldn't think any one would want to do that," said Florence, puzzled.
Men of the Bible; Some Lesser-Known Characters

Enoch was the bright particular star of the patriarchal epoch. His record is short, but eloquent. It is crowded into a few words, but every word, when placed under examination, expands indefinitely. Every virtue may be read into them; every eulogium possible to a human character shines from them. He was a devout man, a fearless preacher of righteousness, an intimate friend of God, and the only man of his dispensation who did not see death. He sheds a lustre on the antediluvian age, and he shines still as an example to all generations of steady and lofty piety. It is difficult to realise the exact environment of the early patriarchs. Human society was then in its making. There were giants in those days, both physically and intellectually. They lived long, and unfolded a vigorous manhood, by which civilisation was developed in every direction. Some of them, also, were tenderly responsive to supernatural influences, and thus rose to a spiritual stature which enables them to bulk largely in sacred history. The guiding lines of Enoch's biography are clear though few. "_He walked with God_"; "_he pleased God_"; "_he was translated that he should not see death_." These are the pregnant remnants of his history,
"It's what we boys call it. It's just carryin' valises and bundles. Sometimes I show strangers the way to Broadway. Last week an old man paid me a dollar to show him the way to the Cooper Institute. He was a gentleman, he was. I'd like to meet him ag'in. Good-by, Miss Florence; I'll be back some time this afternoon." "And I must be goin', too," said Mrs. O'Keefe. "I can't depend on that Kitty; she's a wild slip of a girl, and just as like as not I'll find a dozen apples stole when I get back. I hope you won't feel lonely, my dear." "I think I will lie down a while," said Florence. "I have a headache." She threw herself on the bed, and a feeling of loneliness and desolation came over her. Her new friends were kind, but they could not make up to her for her uncle's love, so strangely lost, and the home she had left behind. Chapter X. The Arch Conspirator.