you love a horse. The rest is easy.'

Helen saw her father, accompanied by young Barbee, emerge from behind
the stable, and sighed.

'I don't believe you know what failure means,' she said.

'There isn't any such bird,' he laughed at her.

'Not really.'

'Then,' her eyes still upon the pair talking together by the stable
door, 'dear old dad should find his gold-mine. He wants it with all
his heart, Heaven knows. And he has the faith that is supposed to move
mountains.'

Howard scratched his head. Within the few hours he had come to like
the old professor, for Longstreet, though academic, was a
straight-from-the-shoulder type of man, one of no subterfuges. And yet
he did not greatly inspire confidence; he was not the type that
breathes efficiency.

'Tell me about him,' Howard urged. 'What makes him so dead certain he
can nail his Golconda out here? I take it he has never been out this
way before, and that he doesn't know a whole lot of our part of the
country.'

Confidence inspires confidence. Howard had hardly finished sketching
for her his own plans and hopes; he had gone succinctly and openly into
detail concerning his deal with John Carr. Now Helen, glad to talk
with some one, answered in kind.

'The University elected a young president, a New Broom,' she said
bitterly. 'He is a man of more ambition than brains. His slogan is
"Young Men." He ousted father together with a dozen other men of his
age. I thought father's heart would be broken; he had devoted all of
the years of his life, all of his best work, to his University. But
instead he was simply enraged! Can you imagine him in a perfectly
towering rage?'

Howard grinned. 'Go ahead,' he chuckled. 'He's a good old sport and I
like him.'

'Well,' said Helen, without meeting his smile, 'father and I went into
business session right away. We had never had much money; father had
never cared for wealth measured in money; had always been richly
content with his professor's salary; had never saved or asked me to
save. When the thing happened, all we had in the world was a little
over seven hundred dollars. I was right away for economizing, for
managing, for turning to some other position. But father, I tell you,
was in a perfect rage. When I mentioned finances to him he got up and
shouted. "Money!" he yelled at me. "What's money? Who wants money?
It's a fool's game to get money; anybody can do it." When he saw that
I doubted he to