you why you
chose to come to Kansas?"

Fenneben came straight to the purpose of the interview. This keen-eyed,
business-like man seemed to Burgess very unlike old Dr. Wream, whom
everybody at Harvard loved and anybody could deceive. But to the direct
question he answered directly and concisely.

"I came to study types, to acquire geographical breadth, to have
seclusion, that I may pursue more profound research."

There was a play of light in Dr. Fenneben's eyes.

"You must judge for yourself of the value of Sunrise and Lagonda Ledge
for seclusion. But we make a specialty of geographical breadth out here.
As to types, they assay fairly well to the ton, these Jayhawkers do."

"What are Jayhawkers, Doctor?" Burgess queried.

"Yonder is one specimen," Fenneben answered, pointing toward the window.

Vincent Burgess, looking out, saw Vic Burleigh leaping up the broad
steps from the level campus, a giant fellow, fully six feet tall.
The swing of strength, void of grace, was in his motion. His face was
gypsy-brown under a crop of sunburned auburn hair. A stiff new derby
hat was set bashfully on a head set unabashed on broad shoulders. The
store-mark of the ready-made was on his clothing, and it was clear that
he was less accustomed to cut stone steps than to springing prairie sod.
Clearly he was a real product of the soil.

"Why, that is the young bumpkin I came in with this morning. I thought
I was striding alongside an elephant in bulk and wild horse in speed,"
Burgess said with a smile.

"You will have a share in taming him, doubtless," Dr. Fenneben replied.
"He looks hardly bridle-wise yet. Enter him among your types. I didn't
get his name this morning, but he interested me at once, as a fellow of
good blood if not of good manners, and I have asked him to come in here
later. Some boys must be met on the very threshold of a college if they
are to run safely along the four years."

"His name is Burleigh, Victor Burleigh. I remember it because it is not
a new name to me. Picture him in a cap and gown at home in a library,
or standing up to receive a Master's Degree from a university! His kind
leave about the middle of the second semester and revert to the soil,
don't they?"

Burgess laughed pleasantly, and leaned forward to get one more look at
the country boy, disappearing behind a group of evergreens in the north
angle of the building.

"They do not always leave so soon as that. You can't tell the grade of
ti