s his tent beside the blue
Atlantic? Don't say I didn't show you where to find the blazed trail if
you get lost from it for a little while."

Dr. Fenneben's face was charming when he smiled.

"One other thing I may mention. You know my niece, Elinor? I've been out
here so long, I may need your help in making her feel at home at first."

There was a new light in Burgess's eyes at the mention of Elinor Wream's
name.

"Oh, yes, I know Miss Elinor very well. I shall need her more to make me
feel at home than she will need me."

Somehow the answer was a trifle too quick and smooth to ring right. Dr.
Fenneben forgot it in an instant, however, for Elinor Wream herself came
suddenly into the room, a tall, slender girl, with a face so full of
sunshiny charm that no great defect of character had yet made its mark
there.

"I beg your pardon, Uncle Lloyd; I thought you were alone. How do you
do, Professor Burgess." She came forward smilingly and offered her hand.
"Makes me homesick for old Cambridge and Uncle Joshua when I see you. I
want to go down to Lagonda Ledge, and I don't know the streets at all.
Don't you want to show me the way?"

"Can't you wait for me to do that, Norrie? I have only one more
engagement for the afternoon, and Miss Saxon will be wanting to dust in
here soon." Dr. Fenneben looked fondly at his niece, a man to make other
men jealous, if occasion offered.

"Please don't, Miss Elinor," Vincent Burgess urged. "I shall be
delighted to explore darkest Kansas with you at any time."

"There is no mistaking that look in a man's eyes," Dr. Fenneben thought
as he watched the two pass through the rotunda and out of the great
front door. "I have guessed Joshua's plan easily enough, but I've only
half guessed him out. Why did he mention his money matters to me? There
is enough merit in him worth the shaping Sunrise will give him, however,
and I must do a man's part, anyhow. As for Elinor, there's a ready-made
missionary field in her, so Joshua warns me. But he is a poor judge
sometimes. I wish I might have begun with her sooner. I cannot think she
is quite as mercenary as he represents her to be."

Through the window he saw a pretty picture. Outlined against the dark
green cedars of the north angle was Professor Burgess, tall, slender,
fair of face, faultless in dress. Beside him was Elinor Wream, all
dainty and sweet and white, from the broad-brimmed hat set jauntily on
her dark hair to the white bows on the