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Get out of it now by a gentleman's honor." Behind the speech was Lloyd Fenneben himself, sympathetic, firm, upright, before whom the harshness of Victor Burleigh's face slowly gave place to an expression of sorrow. "My boy," Fenneben said gently, "Nature gave us the Walnut Valley with its limestone ledges and fine forest trees.
Back in his study Lloyd Fenneben sat looking out once more at the Empire that meant nothing but dreary distances to the scholarly professor of Greek, and seemed a paradise to the untrained young fellow from the prairies. "I see my stint of cloth for the day," he murmured.
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.
"Oh, it rained for hours and hours, and there wasn't any train service for Lagonda Ledge for a week, and all the Inter-Collegiate Athletic events for the season were called off for Sun rise-by-the-Walnut." "And the students, generally?" Dr. Fenneben questioned. "Mr.
He says she is a good girl, a beautiful girl with only two great faults. Only two! She's lucky. 'One'" Fenneben glanced more closely at the letter "'is her self-will. I never knew a Wream that didn't have that fault. 'And the other'" the frown drove back the smile now "'is her notion of wealth.
He had a boyhood memory of a country home with pigeons flying about it. "I wish, too, that I might do something," he said at last. "You say she will not let men inside her gate now. I'll keep her in mind, though. The gate may open some time." It was mid-afternoon when Lloyd Fenneben left his study for a stroll.
Discouraging as all this must have been to Fenneben, when he started away from the deserted town he smiled joyously as a man who sees his road fair before him. "I might go back to Cambridge and poke about after the dead languages until my brother passes on, and then drop into his chair in the university," he said to himself, "but the trustee was right. I can never build the East into the West.
Lloyd Fenneben, and he wasn't a sophomore nor a professor in love with a pretty girl; a professor learning for the first time that sympathy has also its culture value, as well as perfectly translated Horace, and that the growth of a human soul means something as beautiful as the growth of a complete conjugation on an old Greek stem from an older Greek root.
Fenneben, he had already refused to consider a position higher up in an eastern college. He was not quite ready to leave the West yet. Of course, not. Elinor Wream was only half through school and growing more popular as she was growing more womanly and more beautiful each year. His salvation lay in keeping on the grounds if he would hold his claim undisturbed.
She thought I was gone, and she had dropped her head on the table and was crying, so I slipped out without her knowing." Dennie's gray eyes were full of tears now. "Dr. Fenneben, if talking about Sunrise made her do that, maybe you might do something for her. I pity her so. Nobody seems to care about her.
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