He was a bright, active boy, with a clear heart and brain,
and he longed to get at some work where energy would be the road to
success. His comprehension was rapid, and beneath an outwardly calm
spirit, lurked the fire of a youth well trained to grapple with noble
purposes and bring them to a successful issue.
Richard's desire to go to the metropolis was a natural one. There was
nothing in quiet Mossvale to entice any one with push to remain there.
The entire population of the district did not number three hundred
people, and the only business places were three general stores, a
blacksmith shop and a cross-roads hotel.
A number of years previous, Mr. Dixon Maillard, a rich man from Newark,
had endeavored to boom the village by starting a hat factory there,
then trying to make his employees buy houses and lots from him on the
installment plan, but this scheme had fallen flat, and the factory
plant was removed to a more promising locality.
The Dare cottage stood some little distance from the village center.
As Mrs. Dare had said, Richard had the garden in excellent condition,
not only the larger portion devoted to the vegetables and small fruits,
but also the front part, in which were planted a great variety of
flowers in which his mother took keen delight.
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