A Boy of the Dominion

"And you can wish me success," came the answer. "Hope I'll do better than your father." "I hope it, with all my heart," said Joe, his lip a little tremulous. "Goodbye! Good luck!" He could hardly trust himself to say even that; for Joe was but seventeen years of age, and changes are apt to prove trying to one so youthful. Moreover, there are few, fortunately, who at the age of seventeen find themselves face to face with the future all alone.