&ldquo;I wish I could send you to college, Guy,&rdquo; said Mr. Fenwick, as they sat in the library, reading by the soft light of a student lamp.<br />The speaker was the Rev. Mr. Fenwick, the pastor of a church in Bayport, a few miles from New Bedford, Massachusetts.<br />&ldquo;I don&rsquo;t think I care much about going to college, father,&rdquo; said Guy, a bright, manly, broad-shouldered boy of sixteen.<br />&ldquo;When I was of your age, Guy,&rdquo; replied his father, &ldquo;I was already a student of Harvard. You are ready for college, but my means are not sufficient to send you there.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Don&rsquo;t worry about that, father. There are other paths to success than through college.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;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.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;That may be, father.&rdquo;