f his undertaking. It requires but a little sunshine to gladden the heart, and t

ould not have considered himself more fortunate if some unknown relative had left him a fortune. It gave him c

ad now the honor to belong. He gave himself the credit of having conquered the old lady's prejudices. He had sold her a book in spite of her

bby turned from the past to the future. There were forty-nine more books

self whether he should enter and offer his books for sale. It would

ed man, the other two young men. They looked like persons of int

ay?" asked the little merchant

u are," replied the eldest of the men. "It takes a

a book," added Bobby, laughing

ree copies of his book, and polit

who offers you such a work as that. 'The Wa

maker, with a laugh. "Every pedler that

ey steal my

e an ol

where they don't fasten the

hey fasten

t fasten t

ere, then;" and all the shoemakers

all shoemakers

take my h

head in; but I will take one

ollar, probably quite as much because he had a high apprecia

ng to another of the men, who was apparent

read," replie

fe read it t

wi

nows how to read,

know I have

and good natured as you are could

" added the ol

d over the dollar, and la

was apparently absorbed in his examination of the book. He was a different kind of person from the others, and Bobby's instinctive knowledge of human nature assured him

e is a hard one," put

r hero stood waiting for the man to finish his investigation into the merits of "The Wayfarer." S

the last shoemaker, as h

d Bobby, as he closed his valise. "When I

at no other pedler ev

The fact is, you are men of intel

he shop, satisfied with those who occ

when he got into the road. "Prett

vidently dwelt in by one of the nabobs of B--. Inspired by past su

ed Bobby, who had read t

" replied the servant,

ee him for a moment

or other the servant chuckled a

re Bobby proceeded to take out his books for the inspection o

d have annihilated a boy less spunky than our hero. Bobby was not a little inflated by the successes of the morning, and if Julius C?sar or Napol

g. I hope you are well this b

n his life; but it must be remembered that Bobby had done a great deal the week before, that on the preceding night he had slept in

with anger; but he did not condescend

did not wish to purchase a copy of 'The Wayfarer'-a new book just iss

boy who had enjoyed no greater educational advantages than our hero to consider how he should address people into whose presence his calling would bring him; and he had prepare

ed the indignant, frowning nabob, and, with a

arm with majestic dignity, and pointing

did see it, that it was a very handsome door, and he would inquire

d the nabob, swelling with rage

sir; my eyesigh

n us

for it. Probably it will be of

ll I kick you out?" gasped

, sir; I will go, sir. I see

t, you young puppy? You are a lit

I took you for a gentleman,

t that moment a beautiful young lady rushed up to t

e!" mutt

he lady kissed the old gentleman's anger-reddened ch

ke a minister swear,

it is true; but you ought to have laughed at him,

imself. "What the deuce

ittle minx; I wil

er Pert," said t

the lady, and began to f

one of the best-hearted men i

, you

her; but he will sometimes get int

f saying anything uncivil," pleaded Bobby

gentleman like uncle, who is really one of the best men in the world.

ing to make a little money to help m

you are selling books

, ma

little merchant's history, and seeme

her, Colonel Whiting had agreed to pay any penalty

t book have you to s

Wayf

ave you in

ig

s the penalty of your indiscretion,

sub

book; and I can name at least half a dozen p

f his valise on the centre table, and then departed, astounded at