BOUND TO BE AN ELECTRICIAN
CHAPTER I.
THE YOUNG ELECTRICIAN.
"Franklin!" called Mrs. Bell from the bottom of the stairs.
"Yes, Aunt Martha."
"Are you not coming down? Charley Moore and Katie have come, and Will Charleigh has been here a quarter of an hour."
"In a minute, aunt; just as soon as I can get this new battery to work. There seems to be something the matter with the zinc plates, and I want to test them."
"Oh, dear, was there ever such a boy!" sighed Mrs. Bell, as she walked away from the stairs. "Ever since he visited Edison's works at Llewellyn Park he has been crazy on the subject of electricity. He has two or three batteries in his room, and the shelf that used to hold his school books is filled with bottles of blue vitriol, sulphate of I don't know what, and a lot of other trash. I declare, it makes me tired to see them littering up the place."
