Summary

Matthew White Two Boys and a Fortune; Or, The Tyler Will

That isn’t the way to live, Roy Pell. You ought to be happy, so happy, because you are young, and have your life before you to make it the way it should be made.”
“You have life before you, too, Mr. Tyler. You are not so very old. You’re not much more than seventy.”
“I’m seventy-two. But come, let me see if I can get up with your help. I want you to take me home, so you can go for Sydney. He’s a good boy, you say, one I can trust?” The old man looked in Roy’s face closely as the latter bent over him.
“Sydney is the best fellow that ever lived,” replied Roy soberly.
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Matthew White Two Boys and a Fortune; Or, The Tyler Will

Tom Cheever was a tall youth, continually feeling of his upper lip as if to see if his mustache had arrived; Dan Tilford had a narrow face, pallid from much cigarette smoking, and an eye that never seemed fixed on any object he gazed at; Harry Atkins was a handsome fellow of eighteen, who seemed of quieter temperament than the others.
Stout gave an order to the boy who had shown the last callers up, and the lad presently appeared staggering under a big bowl of what Stout declared was the “rummest punchNew York could brew.
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Matthew White Two Boys and a Fortune; Or, The Tyler Will

Rex pushed back his chair suddenly, his brow clouded with a frown as it had been the afternoon before down on the log.
“‘Decently poor!’ What do you mean by that, Rex?” asked Eva.
“Oh, to have the taste and wish for nice things and the privilege of going with nice people who own them, and yet not be able to have them yourself. I sometimes wish I was like black Pete. He doesn’t know any better than to be contented if he makes a dollar or two a week.”
“Oh, Reggie, Reggie!” murmured Mrs. Pell sadly.
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