The Boy Soldier; Or, Garibaldi's Young Captain — page 167: what you’re looking at

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ee THE BOY SOLDIER; OR, GARIBALDI’S YOUNG CAPTAIN. ! A A vy} iY 4, / ‘ | Wh a | y \ ; I i WW \\\ Ff}! N ny iy \ -~. AN Wak \Y ony THE MURDER OF THE OFFICER. “Tt is the great thing, as you say, Mr. Jonathan ; but some people don’t get along as fast as others. How some people make large fortunes is very mys- terious sometimes.”’ “Yes. Who'd have thought, Carrington, my boy, that old Flint would ever have been able to boast of such a bank account as you say he has? I knew him thirty years ago, and then he was almost picking rags in the street, and was scarcely better than a bundle of rags himself. “Not that I say so to his disparagement, you know,” said Jonathan, with mock charity ; “it is to his credit rather that, from nothing, he shoald have Beecua nag up to be among the wealthiest, o. 21, “Tt shows, Currington, as you are yet quite a young man, whatcan be effected by untiring industry and prudence, = “ Instead of being otherwise, I should feel buoyant at your age; with education, talent, good addrcs:, and winning exterior. I would not give your chances of success for the oldest and richest in the world. “ And let me tell you, also, something in con- filence, which your father told me. The bank directors are very much pleased with you, and propose raising your salary. What do you think of that ? And again, you may imagine the confidence they have in you, from thie fact that, although, from CloOOKS». CO CO