the shade by the campus gate on the closing day of their
freshman year.

A group of girls had been bidding the two good-bye for the summer. As
Elinor Wream, who was the last one of the company, offered her hand to
Vic there was a look of expectancy in her glance which found no response
in his own eyes. As he turned away with indifferent courtesy to Trench,
the big right guard stared hard at him.

"You are a--well, any kind of a smooth citizen, I say," he repeated.

"What's troubling your liver now?" Vic asked.

Trench did not heed the question, but said, slowly: "And-the-big-noble-
hearted-young-fellow-walked-in-and-out-beside-how-the-touch-of-her-hand-
thrilled-his-every-pulse-beat,-and-how-her-smile-was-the-light-of-his-
soul. And-he-grew-handsomer-and-more-beloved-with-the-passing-manhood--"

A sudden clutch on Trench's arm, the blaze of the old-time fury in
burning eyes, as Vic's hoarse voice cried:

"For God's sake, Trench, get out of my sight!"

"I will," drawled Trench. "The only friend you ever had. I'll carry my
troubles up to Big Chief Funnybone. Like as not he'll sentence me to
tumble you through the chapel door of the south turret down the 'road to
perdition.' No use though, you go that road every day. Better treat me
right and tell me all your troubles. If there is any cool handle to take
hold of Gehanna by next to Funnybone, I'm the one fellow in Sunrise to
grab onto it."

But Vic was out of hearing.

And the days of a long, hot Kansas summer, a glorious autumn, and a
short, nippy winter swung by in their appointed seasons. And now the
springtime was unrolling in dainty beauty of tender green leaf, and
growing grass, and warm, sweet air, and trill of song bird. College
students philosophize little in the springtime of their sophomore year.
Having learned all that books can teach, and a little more, they seek
other pastime. Nobody in Sunrise except Dr. Fenneben took the time to
remember how stiff and ungenial Professor Burgess was when he first came
West; nor what an awkward gosling Victor Burleigh was the day he entered
Sunrise; nor that once it could have seemed just a little odd to invite
Dennie Saxon, a poor student, daughter of a half-reformed drunkard, to
the class parties; nor that even Elinor Wream, "Norrie the beloved," was
not supposed to be engaged to Vincent Burgess. Supposed! And that, when
her senior year was well along, the engagement would be openly spoken of
as now in her sophomor