A SON OF THE CITY***
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A SON OF THE CITY
A Story of Boy Life
by
HERMAN GASTRELL SEELY
Illustrations by Fred J. Arting
Chicago A. C. McClurg & Co. Copyright 1917 Published October, 1917 W. F. Hall Printing Company, Chicago
To My Father
THE COMPANION OF MANY A YOUTHFUL STROLL THROUGH CITY PARK AND SUBURBAN FIELD
[Illustration: _"H'ist away," he ordered finally. "I'll shove under when he gets high enough."_]
CONTENTS
I. In Which Our Hero Goes Fishing
II. In Which He Goes to School
III. He Plays a Trick on the Doctor
IV. In Which a Terrific Battle Is Waged
V. He Composes a Love Missive
VI. In Which We Learn the Secret Code of the "Tigers"
VII. He Goes to a Halloween Party
VIII. Wherein He Resolves to Get Married
IX. He Saves for "Four Rooms Furnished Complete"
X. Concerns Santa Claus Mostly
XI. He Has a Very Happy Christmas
XII. In Which the Path of True Love Does Not Run Smoothly
XIII. He Crushes and Humiliates a Rival
XIV. He Buys Valentines
XV. The Spring Brings Baseball
XVI. More About "The Greatest Game in the World"
XVII. He's "Through With Girls"
A SON OF THE CITY
CHAPTER I
IN WHICH OUR HERO GOES FISHING
Startled from a sound sleep, he fumbled blindly beneath the bed that he might throttle the insistent alarm clock before the clamor awakened the other members of the household. Then he lay back and listened breathlessly for parental voices of inquiry as to what he might be doing at the unearthly hour of half-past three on a late September morning.
Far down the railroad embankment which passed the rear of the house, an engine puffed lazily cityward with a load of empty freight cars. Over the elevated tracks a mile to the south, a train rumbled somnolently towards the park terminal, and under the eaves of the house, just above his room, two sparrows squabbled sleepily. Inside, the only audible sounds were the chirpings of a cricket somewhere down the hall, and the furious, muffled pounding of his own little heart.
He glanced from the window near the head of his bed. The air was oppressive with a strange, almost rural quietude. In the east, a faint streak of light brought the tree tops of the park into indistinct relief, and to the north a thin line of smoke floated apathetically from a hotel chimney to show that a light breeze from the west augured favorably for the morning's sport.