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قراءة كتاب The Adventures of a Boy Reporter
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CHAPTER X.
LIVING IN COMFORT AGAIN—FEATURED AS "THE BOY REPORTER"
CHAPTER XI.
A DAY AND A NIGHT IN CONEY ISLAND—RAIDING A GAMBLING DEN
CHAPTER XII.
A SUCCESSFUL REPORTER—THE EDITOR DECIDES TO SEND HIM AS CORRESPONDENT
TO THE PHILIPPINES—LEAVING NEW YORK—IN CHICAGO
CHAPTER XIII.
SAN FRANCISCO—THE TRANSPORT GONE—WORKING HIS WAY TO HONOLULU BY
PEELING VEGETABLES ON A PACIFIC LINER—THE CAPITAL OF HAWAII
CHAPTER XIV.
THE VOYAGE ON THE TRANSPORT—A STORM AT SEA—ARRIVAL IN MANILA
CHAPTER XV.
ARCHIE STARTS OUT ON AN EXPLORING TOUR, AND HAS SOME STRANGE ADVENTURES
AMONG THE NATIVES—SEIZED BY THE REBELS
CHAPTER XVI.
A PLEASANT CAPTOR—BRAVE BILL HICKSON ALLOWS ARCHIE TO ESCAPE—FIRST
GLIMPSE OF AGUINALDO
CHAPTER XVII.
ARRIVAL OF THE AMERICAN TROOPS—ARCHIE THE HERO OF THE REGIMENT
CHAPTER XVIII.
THE MARCH AFTER THE REBELS—THE FIRST BATTLE—ARCHIE WOUNDED
CHAPTER XIX.
RETURN TO MANILA—IN THE HOSPITAL—CONGRATULATED BY ALL—WRITING TO THE
PAPER OF HIS EXPERIENCES
CHAPTER XX.
AROUND THE ISLAND ON A WAR-SHIP—BOMBARDING A FILIPINO TOWN
CHAPTER XXI.
CONTINUING THE CRUISE—ANOTHER VILLAGE CAPTURED—THE ADMIRAL ARCHIE'S
FRIEND—A GREAT BATTLE AND AN UNEXPECTED VICTORY—LONGING TO BE HOME
AGAIN
CHAPTER XXII.
RETURN TO HEADQUARTERS—A LETTER FROM THE EDITOR, WITH PERMISSION TO
RETURN TO NEW YORK—BILL HICKSON GOES, TOO
CHAPTER XXIII.
HONG KONG—A HAPPY TIME IN TOKIO—HONOLULU AGAIN—ARRIVAL IN SAN
FRANCISCO, AND A GREAT RECEPTION BY THE PRESS—ARCHIE AND BILL ARRIVE IN
NEW YORK, AND ARE THE HEROES OF THE HOUR
CHAPTER XXIV.
DOING "SPECIAL" WORK UPON THE EVENING PAPER—INTERVIEWS WITH FAMOUS
MEN—CALLS UPON OLD FRIENDS
CHAPTER XXV.
PRIVATE SECRETARY TO A MILLIONAIRE—STUDYING AT EVENING SCHOOL—LIVING
AMID ELEGANT SURROUNDINGS
DECIDES TO VISIT HOME—A GREAT RECEPTION IN THE TOWN—A PUBLIC CHARACTER
NOW—DINNER TO THE HUT CLUB—DEMONSTRATION AT THE TOWN HALL—A TELEGRAM
FROM HIS EMPLOYER LEAVING FOR EUROPE
THE ADVENTURES OF A BOY REPORTER.
CHAPTER I.
COMING OF THE CIRCUS.
"YES," said Mrs. Dunn to her neighbour, Mrs. Sullivan, "we are expecting great things of Archie, and yet we sometimes hardly know what to think of the boy. He has the most remarkable ideas of things, and there seems to be absolutely no limit to his ambition. He has long since determined that he will some day be President, and he expects to enter politics the day he is twenty-one."
"Is that so, indeed," said Mrs. Sullivan. "Well, we can never tell what is going to come of our boys. As I says to Dannie to-day, says I, 'Dannie, you must do your best to be somebody and make something of yourself, for you and Jack bees all that I has to depend upon now.' But Dannie pays no attention to my entreaties, and somehow it seems to me that since Mr. Sullivan died the boys are gettin' worse and worse. It's beyond me to control them, anyhow."
"Oh, take heart, Mrs. Sullivan," said Mrs. Dunn, "our boys will all turn out well in the end, and all we can do is to bring them up in the best way we know, and trust to them to take care of themselves after they leave home. Now Dannie is certainly an industrious lad. I hear him pounding nails all day long in the back yard, and he made a good job of shingling the woodshed the other day. He seems made to be a carpenter."
"Yes, I think so myself," said the Widow Sullivan. "The whole lot of them is out by the railroad now, building a hut. They've organised a 'Hut Club' to-day, and never a lick of work have I had out of them boys since mornin'. They've always got something going on, and when I want a bit of water from the well, or a little wood from the shed, they're never around."
"Yes, but boys will be boys, Mrs. Sullivan, and we'd better keep them contented at home as long as we can. They'll be leaving us soon enough. It seems that no boys are content to stay in town any longer; they're all anxious to be off to the city."
"That's true, that's true, Mrs. Dunn," said Mrs. Sullivan. "I must be going now. I'm much obliged for the rain-water, and whenever you want a bit of milk call over the fence, and I'll bring it to you with pleasure. It's a good neighbour you are, Mrs. Dunn."
And Mrs. Sullivan went slowly around the house and out at the front gate,