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Updated: May 25, 2025
Lloyd Fenneben, Dean of Sunrise, known to students and alumni alike as "Dean Funnybone," was grasping each man's hand with a cordial grip and measuring each with a keen glance from piercing black eyes, as he bade them equal welcome. And here all likeness of conditions ends for these two.
Fenneben repeated slowly. "Sure, and I'll tell you something more. This town is busted, absolutely busted. I, and a few others, brought this college here as an investment for ourselves. It ain't paid us, and we've throwed the thing over. I've just closed a deal with a New Jersey syndicate that gets me rid of every foot of ground I own here.
For Sunrise had been a migratory bird before reaching the outskirts of Lagonda Ledge. As a fulfillment of prophecy, it had arisen from the visions and pockets of some Boston scholars, and it had come to the West and was made flesh or stone and dwelt among men on the outskirts of a booming young Kansas town. Lloyd Fenneben was just out of Harvard when Dr.
Bug told her my picture was on the table in there. But so long as her father lived, she kept her counsel." "I tried four years ago to get Dr. Fenneben to come out here," Dennie said. And the Dean remembered the autumn holiday and Dennie's solicitude for an unknown woman.
"Well, come, anyway, and we'll hunt the solitude, if we can't hunt any other game." And they strolled homeward together. In the early evening Lloyd Fenneben and Elinor sat on the veranda watching the sunset through the trees beyond the river. "You are to graduate from Sunrise tomorrow," Dr. Fenneben was saying. "For a Wream that is the real beginning of life.
Burleigh turned hastily toward the door, and, having delivered her to the care of her uncle, he bade them both good night. Dr. Fenneben looked keenly after the young man striding away from the light. His clothes were torn and bedraggled, his cap was gone, and his heavy hair was a mass of rough waves about his forehead.
And it was to the hand of Dean Fenneben that Professor Vincent Burgess, A.B., Greek instructor from Boston, and Vic Burleigh, the big country boy from a claim beyond the Walnut, came on a September day; albeit, the one had his head in the clouds, while the other's feet were clogged with the grass roots.
Lloyd Fenneben lifted his hat, and little Bug imitated him. "I beg your pardon, Mrs. Marian. This little boy wanted to tell you of something that was troubling him. I think he trespassed on your property unknowingly." The gray-haired woman stood motionless in the shadow still. Her fair face less haggard than of yore, as if some dread had left it, and only loneliness remained.
However much a man may try to hide the fetters of unlawful gains, they clank in his own ears till he hates himself. Now Burgess is a freeman." "I am glad to hear you say so, Dr. Fenneben. It makes my own freedom sweeter," Vic declared. "Yes," Fenneben replied. "Your added means will bring you life's best gift opportunity." "I have no added means, Doctor.
But you are a human being, Uncle Lloyd. You wouldn't leave a daughter dependent on her uncles and use her money to endow colleges, would you?" The white arm stole round his neck affectionately, as Elinor added softly, "I'm going to tell you something else. Uncle Joshua wants me to marry Professor Burgess." "Do you want to marry him?" Fenneben asked. "He hasn't asked me to yet.
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