question, but the crowd of young people nearby, Memory Frean and
Sheila Mason, Captain Curtis and several others came and stood on the
edge of the crowd.

This afternoon they were together on the side of the stream of water
where the tableaux would be presented.

In nearly every detail Tory had been correct in her original
conception. The pageant would be presented in the clear green space
with the grove of shadowy trees as background.

Across the water the audience were to be seated in a natural outdoor
auditorium. On a slight elevation of land near the stream the Father of
the Scouts, who had promised to appear for the evening's entertainment,
would read aloud portions of the Odyssey.

This afternoon, however, the Scouts were busy building and arranging
details of the outdoor scenery.

It must be as simple as possible to serve their purpose.

Observing the crowd gathering about Mr. Richard Fenton, the builders
also stopped their toil to join the others.

A rare experience had come to Mr. Fenton late in life, and although
she never realized the fact, Tory Drew was chiefly responsible.

Almost as a recluse Mr. Fenton had spent the years of his middle age.
He was under the impression that he was not sympathetic with most
people and that they did not care for him. With a sufficient fortune
for his needs, he had not found it necessary to engage in an
occupation for the sake of making money. Therefore he had devoted most
of his time to study and thought.

The result had not brought him a deep satisfaction. In his young
manhood he had not planned this kind of existence.

He had contemplated being a public man, a statesman should he reveal
the necessary ability. In those days he had been young and meant to
make Memory Frean proud of him. They had separated and he had sought
consolation among his books.

Then into his own and his sister's well regulated lives Tory had
entered the winter before. She was not Tory to them then, but Victoria
Drew, as Miss Victoria Fenton still insisted upon calling her niece.

To Mr. Fenton the young girl had made an unconscious appeal. Lonely
and feeling herself out of place in a new and strange environment, she
appeared like a gay little tropical bird or flower transferred to a
harsher environment. When he and Tory became friends the coldness of
the old maid and old bachelor establishment changed to a pleasanter
warmth.

Introduced to her girl friends, Mr. Fenton had become a me