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He was looking intently now at the Empire that had failed to interest him once. "Yes; it is my inspiration. 'Each man's chimney is his golden milestone," Fenneben quoted. "I've watched the smoke from many chimneys up and down the Walnut Valley during my years here, and later I've hunted out the people of each hearthstone and made friends with them.
That is, Burgess thought he had no thought. He knew he was in love with Elinor, knew that back in Cambridge before he was graduated from the university. He had been told that Elinor liked luxurious living, and he had money he had told Fenneben as much in their first interview.
As she closed the gate, she caught sight of Lloyd Fenneben, leaning motionless against the gray bole of the elm tree. But she was looking through a tangle of purple oak leaves and twining bitter-sweet branches, and Fenneben was unconscious of being discovered. "A woman never could whistle," he smiled, as he listened, "but that call seems to do for the dog, all right."
And the day of the big football game you wouldn't get drunk and she must go down to that game just to look once at Lloyd Fenneben. I meant to finish her that day. This is the third and last time now. There is not even a dog to protect her." Bond Saxon had been a huge fellow in his best days, and now he summoned all the powers nature had left to him.
Somehow the answer was a trifle too quick and smooth to ring right. Dr. Fenneben forgot it in an instant, however, for Elinor Wream herself came suddenly into the room, a tall, slender girl, with a face so full of sunshiny charm that no great defect of character had yet made its mark there. "I beg your pardon, Uncle Lloyd; I thought you were alone. How do you do, Professor Burgess."
It shall stay here, and Dr. Lloyd Fenneben, Dean of Sunrise, and acting-Dean Vincent Burgess, A.B., Professor of Greek, and Victor Burleigh, Valedictorian, who goes East to a professorship in Harvard, and to the ministry of the gospel later on all you mighty men of valor will know how little Norrie Wream cares for money, except as it can make the world better and happier.
"But Uncle Joshua is n't well, although, to be honest, he didn't seem a bit anxious to have me stay. He's so wrapped up in Sanscrit he has no time to live in the present. Why didn't he ever marry?" "You have just said why," her uncle answered her. "Why did n't you ever marry. Were you ever in love?" The library lamp cast only a shaded light over Lloyd Fenneben lounging comfortably in his chair.
Was this the acting-dean of Sunrise, a second Fenneben, already declared? His face was full of pathos, yet even in his feverish grief it seemed a better face to Dennie than the cold scholarly countenance of two years ago. "My troubles go back a long way. My father was given to greed. He sold himself and my sister's happiness and mine for money.
"We can learn even from children sometimes," he thought, as Bug climbed down obediently and toddled away. Vincent Burgess went directly to Dr. Lloyd Fenneben, to whom he told the story of the day's events, including the interview with Bond Saxon.
The Dean's eyes were on the graceful flight of pigeons circling about the trees beyond the bend. "Vic isn't 'faid. He killed bid one, two, five, free wattle, wattle snakes " Bug caught his breath suddenly "He told me not to tell that. I fordot. I don't 'member. He didn't do it he didn't killed no snakes fornever." Dr. Fenneben gave little heed to this prattle.
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