His duties done, Phil was
obliged to study far into the night, under the flickering light
of a tallow candle, because oil cost too much. Sometimes his
candle burned far past the midnight hour, while he applied
himself to his books that he might be prepared for the next day's
classes.
Hard lines for a boy?
Yes. But Phil Forrest was not the lad to complain. He went
about his studies the same as he approached any other task that
was set for him to do--went about it with a grim, silent
determination to conquer it. And he always did.
As for Teddy--christened Theodore, but so long ago that he had
forgotten that that was his name--he studied, not because he
possessed a burning desire for knowledge, but as a matter of
course, and much in the same spirit he did the chores for the
people with whom he lived.
Teddy was quite young when his parents died leaving him without a
relative in the world. A poor, but kind-hearted family in
Edmeston had taken the lad in rather than see him become a public
charge. With them he had lived and been cared for ever since. Of
late years, however, he had been able to do considerable toward
lightening the burden for them by the money he managed to earn
here and there.
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