Chester acted upon his mother’s suggestion. He did not tell her how much he earned. He wished this to be an agreeable surprise at some future day.
Then Chester moved into a larger room. The hall bedroom which he had hitherto occupied was taken by a young man of nineteen named Edward Granger. He was slender and looked younger than he was.
He did not seem strong, and there was a sad expression on his face. Sometimes he called on Chester, but for several days they had not met. About six o’clock one afternoon Chester knocked at his door.
“Come in!” he heard, in a low voice.
Entering, he saw Edward lying on the bed face downward, in an attitude of despondency.
“What’s the matter, Edward?” he asked. “Are you sick?”
“Yes, sick at heart,” was the sad reply.
“How is that?” inquired Chester, in a tone of sympathy.
“I have lost my place.”
“When was that?”