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Marian, for your bravery and goodness on the night I was assaulted here." Fenneben was a gentleman to the core and his courtesy was charming. "I meant to find you long ago, but my brother's death, with my own long illness, and your absence, and my many duties " He paused with a smile. "Oh, Lloyd, Lloyd, on an evening like this, why do you come here?"
As he tore down the long flight of steps, Lloyd Fenneben caught sight of a child on the level campus running toward him as fast as its fat little legs could toddle. Two minutes later Vic Burleigh was back in the study, panting and hot, with the little one clinging to his neck. "Excuse me, please," Vic said as he lifted the fallen chair.
"Were you sorry to come back, then, Norrie?" her uncle asked one evening when they were alone in their library, and Elinor was lamenting her hard lot. "No, I want to be with you, Uncle Lloyd." She was sitting on the arm of his morris chair, softly stroking his heavy hair away from his forehead. "Looks like it, the way you hurried back," Dr. Fenneben said, smiling.
And Fenneben noted often the slender blue smoke rising where nobody had a house. It was an April day in the Walnut Valley, with all the freshness of the earth just washed and perfumed by April showers. The sunshine was pale gold. There was a gray-green filmy light from budding trees, and the old-time miracle of the grass was wrought out once more before the eyes of men.
You will be far on your way to the winning of a Master's Degree." Vic's eyes widened with a sort of child-like simplicity. He forgot his hat and the chair arms, and Dr. Fenneben noted for the first time that his golden-brown eyes matching his auburn hair were shaded by long black lashes, the kind artists rave about, and arched over with black brows.
If ever a father-heart beat in a bachelor's breast, Lloyd Fenneben had such a heart. "I want to settle about Thanksgiving Day," Vic said. "I had a moral right to play on the team in that game, but I had to get the legal right by force. Professor Burgess refused to permit me to play until I MADE him do it." Fenneben's eyes were smiling. "Why didn't you knock him down and fight it out with him?"
She doesn't care for anybody, nor take any interest in Lagonda Ledge, and she keeps a Great Dane dog, as big as a calf, that is friendly to women and children, but won't let a man come near, unless Mrs. Marian says so." Dennie paused. "Very interesting, Miss Dennie, but what can I do?" Fenneben asked. "Shall I kill the dog and carry off the woman like the regulation grim ogre of the fairy tales?"
As Burgess rose to go his eye caught sight of the pigeons above the bend in the river. "By the way, Doctor, have you ever found out anything about the woman who used to live in that deserted place up north?" "Nothing yet," Fenneben replied. "But, remember, I have not spent a week that is, a sane week in Lagonda Ledge since the night you, and she, and Saxon, and the dog saved my life.
Tom tried once, a year ago in December, to make me believe he could bring Bug back to me if I would care for him for that wicked murderer! Oh, Lloyd!" She nestled close in Dr. Fenneben's protecting arms, and shivered at the thought. "And you named him Burgess for your own name. Does Vincent know?" Fenneben questioned, tenderly smoothing the white hair as Norrie had so often smoothed his own.
Fenneben with wide serious eyes, he asked, "Is you dood to Vic?" "Yes, indeed," replied the Dean. "Nen, I like you fornever," Bug declared, shutting his lips so tightly that his checks puffed. "How do you happen to have this child here, Burleigh?" questioned Fenneben. "Because he's got nobody else to look after him," answered Vic. "How about an orphan asylum?"
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