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Updated: April 30, 2025
He knew the tragedy, but the woman herself he had never seen, save in the darkness and rain of that awful night when she had held Lloyd Fenneben's head above the fast rising waters of the Walnut. He had never even heard her voice, for he had sustained the limp body of Dr. Fenneben while Saxon helped the woman from the river and as far as to her own gate.
And in that moment, Elinor Wream's sweet face, with damp dark hair which the lamplight from Dr. Fenneben's door was illumining, and the softly spoken words, "I shall always remember you as one with whom I could never be afraid again" all this came swiftly in an instant's vision, as the team caught its breath for the last onslaught. "Victor, for victory.
Ten minutes later he sat in Lloyd Fenneben's library. "I have come for help," he said in reply to the Dean's questioning face. "I hope I can give it," Fenneben responded. "It's about tomorrow's game. There are sure to be some professional players on the other team. I want Sunrise to win. I want to win myself." Vic's voice was harsh tonight. And the Dean caught the hard tone.
Victor had thought all things were due to her and came as duly. The womanly look on her face now was a revelation to him. But then he had not dared to study her face for months, and he did not yet realize what life in Dr. Fenneben's home must mean to her character-building.
Marian ever since she came here. She seems like an innocent outcast." "That is very pitiful." Lloyd Fenneben's voice was sympathetic. "This morning," continued Dennie, "Bug was playing with the dog outside, and I went into the house for the first time. Mrs. Marian is very pleasant. She asked me about my work here and I told her about Sunrise and you, and your niece, Miss Elinor, being here."
"He is Victor Burleigh's nephew, who found him in a deserted place " A shriek cut the evening air and she who had been known as Mrs. Marian lay in a faint at Fenneben's feet. "Tell me, Marian, what this means." Lloyd Fenneben had restored her to consciousness and she was resting, white and trembling, in his arms. "My little Bug, my baby, Burgess!" she sobbed.
That's why I can out-bat our team, and could win dead easy for Sunrise tomorrow. Nobody in Kansas knows it. Now, what shall I do?" The words were shot out like bullets. "What shall you do?" Lloyd Fenneben's black eyes held Burleigh. "There is only one thing to do.
He came to Fenneben's side and looked up confidently in his face. "Well, confessing. I've just finished doing that myself," Fenneben said. "I did a bad, long ago. I want to go and confessing. Will you go with me?" "Where shall we go to be shriven, Bug? "To Pigeon Place," Bug responded. "The Pigeon woman is there now. I saw her coming, and I must go right away and confessing."
And once again, the firm hand clasp of the Dean of Sunrise seemed to bind the country boy to the finer things of life. It had done the same on that day after the Thanksgiving game when he sat in Fenneben's study, and understood for the first time what gives the right to pride in brawny arm and steel-spring nerve.
All the pleasures of popularity were his this evening, for he was young himself, he dressed well, and he had the grace of a gentleman. The enjoyment of the day gave him a thrill of surprise. He was already dropping the viewpoint of Dr. Joshua Wream for Dean Fenneben's angle of vision. And in these picturesque surroundings he forgot about the weather and the prudence of getting home early.
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