ad lived a day longer, and he died sure of
Dennie's future." Elinor spoke gently.

"Who told you all this, Elinor?" Victor asked.

"Professor Burgess, when he showed me the diamond ring Dennie is to wear
tomorrow."

"Dennie, a diamond! I'm glad for Dennie. Diamonds are fine to have," Vic
declared.

They had climbed to the top of the west bluff. The silvery prairie and
silver river and mist-wreathed valley, and overhead, the clear, calm
sky, where the moon sailed in magnificent grandeur, were a setting to
make the evening a perfect one. And in this setting was Elinor, herself
the jewel, beautiful, winsome, womanly.

"I have some good news." She turned to the young man beside her. "You
know the Wreams have made a life business of endowing colleges. Well,
I am a Wream by blood, and tomorrow, oh, Victor, tomorrow, I, too, have
the opportunity of a lifetime. I'm going to endow Sunrise."

He looked at her in amazement.

"Oh, it's clear enough," she exclaimed. "It was my money that built
Sunrise. It shall stay here, and Dr. Lloyd Fenneben, Dean of Sunrise,
and acting-Dean Vincent Burgess, A.B., Professor of Greek, and Victor
Burleigh, Valedictorian, who goes East to a professorship in Harvard,
and to the ministry of the gospel later on--all you mighty men of valor
will know how little Norrie Wream cares for money, except as it can make
the world better and happier. I haven't lived in Lloyd Fenneben's home
these four years without learning something of what is required for a
Master's Degree."

"Norrie!" All the music of a soul poured into the music of the deep
voice.

"Victor! There is no sacrifice in it. I wish there were, that I might
wear the honors you wear so modestly."

"I, Elinor?"

"I know the whole story. Dennie told me when you had that awful fight,
and Trenchie told me long ago, that you thought I must have money to
make me happy. Why I, more than Dennie, or you, who gave Bug his claim?"

Elinor put up her hands to Victor, who took them both in his, as he drew
her to him and kissed her sweet red lips. And there was a new heaven
and a new earth created that night in the soft silvery moonlight of the
Walnut Valley.

"I'd rather be here with you than over the river with anybody else. I
feel safer here," she murmured, remembering when they had striven in the
darkness and the storm to reach this very height.

But Victor Burleigh could not speak. The mastery for which he had
striven seemed to bring meed