of reward too great for him to grasp with
words.

THE PARTING

... _There is neither East nor West, Border,
nor Breed, nor Birth,
When two strong men stand face to face, tho' they
come from the ends of the earth!_
--KIPLING

COMMENCEMENT day at Sunrise was just one golden Kansas June day, when

The heart is so full that a drop overfills it.

Victor Burleigh, late of a claim out beyond the Walnut, Professor-to-be
in Harvard University, and Vincent Burgess, acting-Dean of Sunrise, only
a degree less beloved than Dean Fenneben himself, met on the morning of
commencement day at the campus gate, one to go to the East, the other
to stay in the West. Side by side they walked up the long avenue to
the foot of the slope, together they climbed the broad flight of steps
leading up to the imposing doorway of Sunrise with the big letter S
carved in relief above it. And after pausing a moment to take in the
matchless wonder of the landscape over which old Sunrise keeps watch,
the college portal swung open and the two entered at the same time.
Inside the doorway, under the halo of light from the stained glass dome
with its Kansas motto, wrought in dainty coloring. Elinor Wream, niece
of the Dean of Sunrise, and Dennie Saxon, old Bond Saxon's daughter, who
had earned her college tuition, stood side by side, awaiting them. And
beyond these, on the rotunda stairs, Dr. Lloyd Fenneben was looking down
at the four with keen black eyes. Beside him on the broad stairway was
Marian Burgess Burleigh, the white-haired, young-faced woman of Pigeon
Place, and Bug Buler--everybody's child.

The barriers were down at last: the value of common life, the power of
Strife and Sacrifice and Service, the joy of Supremacy, the conflict of
rich red blood with the thinner blue, the force of culture against mere
physical strength, the power of character over wealth--these things had
been wrought out under the gracious influence of Dr. Lloyd Fenneben in
Sunrise-by-the-Walnut.

"Come up, come up; there is room up here," the Dean called to the group
in the rotunda. "There's an A.B. for all who have conquered the Course
of Study, and a Master's Degree for everyone who has conquered himself."

The common level so impossible on a September day four years ago, came
now to two strong men when the commencement exercises were ended, and
Sunrise became to the outgoing class only a hallowed memory.

The hour is h