ld the championship record with an
uncrossed goal line in the autumn. The basket-ball team had had no
defeat this year. Debating tests had given Sunrise the victory. That
came through Trench and the crippled student. And the state oratorical
struggle repeated the story, a conquest, all the greater because Victor
Burleigh, the athlete, wore also the laurels of oratory. And why should
he not, with that fine presence and magnificent voice? As Dr. Fenneben
listened to his forceful logic he saw clearly the line for the boy's
future, a line, he thought, that could end at last only in the pulpit.

One more battle to fight now and Lagonda Ledge and the whole Walnut
Valley would go down in history as famous soil. It was a banner year for
Sunrise, and enthusiasm was at fever pitch, which in college is the only
healthy temperature. In this last battle Sunrise turned again to Victor
Burleigh as its highest hope. Although this was his first game for the
season, he had never failed to bring victory to the Sunrise banners, and
in all his base-ball practice he was as unerring as he was speedy. And
then success was his habit anyhow. So "Burleigh at the bat" was the
slogan now from the summit of the college ridge to the farthest corners
of Lagonda Ledge; and idol worship were insignificant compared to the
adulation poured out on him. And Burleigh, being young and very human,
had all the pleasure the adoration of a community can bring to its local
hero. For truly, few triumphs in life's later years can be fraught with
half the keen joy these school day victories bring. And the applause of
listening senates means less than good old comrades' yells.

Vincent Burgess, A.B., Greek Professor from Boston, seemed to have
forgotten entirely about types and geographical breadths and seclusion
for profound research amid barren prairies. He was faculty member on the
Athletic board now and enthusiastic about all college sports. Sunrise
had done this much for him anyhow. In addition, the young educator was
taking on a little roundness, suggestive of a stout form in middle life.

But Vincent Burgess had not forgotten all of the motives that had
pulled him Kansas-ward, although unknown to Dr. 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 beaut