Paul the Peddler, or the Fortunes of a Young Street Merchant by Horatio Alger
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briskly, he takes every care to hide the source of his supply from his
rivals in trade. But this is almost impossible. Cases are frequent where such boys are subjected to the closest espionage, their steps being dogged for hours by boys who think they have found a good thing and are determined to share it. In the present case Paul had hit upon an idea which seemed to promise well, and he was determined to keep it to himself as long as possible. As soon as he was subjected to competition and rivalry his gains would probably diminish. CHAPTER II PAUL AT HOME Paul went up Centre street and turned into Pearl. Stopping before a tenement-house, he entered, and, going up two flights of stairs, opened a door and entered. "You are home early, Paul," said a woman of middle age, looking up at his entrance. "Yes, mother; I've sold out." "You've not sold out the whole fifty packages?" she asked, in surprise. "Yes, I have. I had capital luck." "Why, you must have made as much as a dollar, and it's not twelve yet." |
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