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.

The two boys were on their way home from school. There remained
but one more day before the close of the term, which was a matter
of sincere regret to Phil and of keen satisfaction to his
companion. Just now both were too full of the subject of the
coming show to think of much else.

"Going to the show, Phil?"

"I am afraid not."

"Why not?"

"I haven't any money; that's the principal reason," smiled the