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“I wish I could send you to college, Guy,” said Mr. Fenwick, as they sat in the library, reading by the soft light of a student lamp.
The speaker was the Rev. Mr. Fenwick, the pastor of a church in Bayport, a few miles from New Bedford, Massachusetts.
“I don’t think I care much about going to college, father,” said Guy, a bright, manly, broad-shouldered boy of sixteen.
“When I was of your age, Guy,” replied his father, “I was already a student of Harvard. You are ready for college, but my means are not sufficient to send you there.”
“Don’t worry about that, father. There are other paths to success than through college.”
“I am rather surprised to hear you speak so indifferently, Guy. At the academy you are acknowledged to be the best Latin and Greek scholar they have had for years.”
“That may be, father.”
The speaker was the Rev. Mr. Fenwick, the pastor of a church in Bayport, a few miles from New Bedford, Massachusetts.
“I don’t think I care much about going to college, father,” said Guy, a bright, manly, broad-shouldered boy of sixteen.
“When I was of your age, Guy,” replied his father, “I was already a student of Harvard. You are ready for college, but my means are not sufficient to send you there.”
“Don’t worry about that, father. There are other paths to success than through college.”
“I am rather surprised to hear you speak so indifferently, Guy. At the academy you are acknowledged to be the best Latin and Greek scholar they have had for years.”
“That may be, father.”