Jack\'s Ward
JACK'S WARD CHAPTER I JACK HARDING GETS A JOB "Look here, boy, can you hold my horse a few minutes?" asked a gentleman, as he jumped from his carriage in one of the lower streets in New York. The boy addressed was apparently about twelve, with a bright face and laughing eyes, but dressed in clothes of coarse material. This was Jack Harding, who is to be our hero. "Yes, sir," said Jack, with alacrity, hastening to the horse's head; "I'll hold him as long as you like."
"July 7, 1857.
REV. JOHN THORNTON:
DEAR SIR: Inclosed you will find a bill for groceries and other
goods furnished to you in the last six months, amounting to
sixty-seven dollars and thirty-four cents ($67.34). It ought to have
been paid before. How you, a minister of the Gospel, can justify
yourself in using goods which you don't pay for, I can't understand.
If I remember rightly, the Bible says: 'Owe no man anything.' As I
suppose you recognize the Bible as an authority, I expect you to pay
up promptly, and oblige,
Yours respectfully, THOMAS TUDOR."
Grant looked vexed and indignant. "I think that is an impudent
letter, mother," he said.
"It is right that the man should have his money, Grant."
"That is true, but he might have asked for it civilly, without
taunting my poor father with his inability to pay. He would pay if
he could."
"Heaven knows he would, Grant," said his mother, sighing.
JACK'S WARD CHAPTER I JACK HARDING GETS A JOB "Look here, boy, can you hold my horse a few minutes?" asked a gentleman, as he jumped from his carriage in one of the lower streets in New York. The boy addressed was apparently about twelve, with a bright face and laughing eyes, but dressed in clothes of coarse material. This was Jack Harding, who is to be our hero. "Yes, sir," said Jack, with alacrity, hastening to the horse's head; "I'll hold him as long as you like."