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JOE THE HOTEL BOY
OR
WINNING OUT BY PLUCK

BY HORATIO ALGER, JR.

JOE THE HOTEL BOY.
CONTENTS.
I. OUT IN A STORM II. A MYSTERIOUS CONVERSATION III. A
HOME IN RUINS IV. THE SEARCH FOR THE BLUE BOX V. A
NEW SUIT OF CLOTHES VI. AN ACCIDENT ON THE LAKE VII.
BLOWS AND KIND DEEDS VIII. THE TIMID MR. GUSSING IX.
AN UNFORTUNATE OUTING X. DAVID BALL FROM
MONTANA XI. A FRUITLESS CHASE XII. THE PARTICULARS
OF A SWINDLE XIII. OFF FOR THE CITY XIV. A SCENE ON
THE TRAIN XV. WHAT HAPPENED TO JOSIAH BEAN XVI. A
MATTER OF SIX HUNDRED DOLLARS XVII. JOE'S NEW
POSITION XVIII. JOE SHOWS HIS MUSCLE XIX. ONE KIND OF
A DUEL XX. ATTACKED IN THE DARK XXI. DAYS AT THE
HOTEL XXII. ABOUT SOME MINING SHARES XXIII. THE FIRE
AT THE HOTEL XXIV. THE BLUE BOX AT LAST XXV. JOE
VISITS CHICAGO XXVI. HOW A SATCHEL DISAPPEARED
XXVII. JOE MAKES A DISCOVERY XXVIII. FROM OUT OF A

TREE XXIX. THE FATE OF TWO EVILDOERS XXX.
CONCLUSION

PREFACE.
A number of years ago the author of this story set out to depict life
among the boys of a great city, and especially among those who had to
make their own way in the world. Among those already described are
the ways of newsboys, match boys, peddlers, street musicians, and
many others.
In the present tale are related the adventures of a country lad who, after
living for some time with a strange hermit, goes forth into the world
and finds work, first in a summer hotel and then in a large hotel in the
city. Joe finds his road no easy one to travel, and he has to face not a
few hardships, but in the end all turns out well.
It may be added here that many of the happenings told of in this story,
odd as they may seem, are taken from life. Truth is indeed stranger than
fiction, and life itself is full of romance from start to finish.
If there is a moral to be drawn from this story, it is a twofold one,
namely, that honesty is always the best policy, and that if one wishes to
succeed in life he must stick at his work steadily and watch every
opportunity for advancement.

JOE THE HOTEL BOY.

CHAPTER I.
OUT IN A STORM.
"What do you think of this storm, Joe?"
"I think it is going to be a heavy one, Ned. I wish we were back home,"
replied Joe Bodley, as he looked at the heavy clouds which overhung
Lake Tandy.
"Do you think we'll catch much rain before we get back?" And Ned,
who was the son of a rich man and well dressed, looked at the new suit
of clothes that he wore.

"I'm afraid we shall, Ned. Those black clouds back of Mount Sam
mean something." "If this new suit gets soaked it will be ruined,"
grumbled Ned, and gave a sigh.
"I am sorry for the suit, Ned; but I didn't think it was going to rain
when we started."
"Oh, I am not blaming you, Joe. It looked clear enough this morning.
Can't we get to some sort of shelter before the rain reaches us?"
"We can try."
"Which is the nearest shelter?"
Joe Bodley mused for a moment.
"The nearest that I know of is over at yonder point, Ned. It's an old
hunting lodge that used to belong to the Cameron family. It has been
deserted for several years."
"Then let us row for that place, and be quick about it," said Ned
Talmadge. "I am not going to get wet if I can help it."
As he spoke he took up a pair of oars lying in the big rowboat he and
Joe Bodley occupied. Joe was already rowing and the rich boy joined in,
and the craft was