ion, and the well-groomed
college professor the interested listener.

"You've got to come down to our farmers' week next year, and tell us about
these things," said he to Jim. "Can't you?"

Jim's brain reeled. He go to a gathering of real educators and tell his
crude notions! How could he get the money for his expenses? But he had
that gameness which goes with supreme confidence in the thing dealt with.

"I'll come," said he.

"Thank you," said the Ames man, "There's a small honorarium attached, you
know."

Jim was staggered. What was an honorarium? He tried to remember what an
honorarium is, and could get no further than the thought that it is in
some way connected with the Latin root of "honor." Was he obliged to pay
an honorarium for the chance to speak before the college gathering? Well,
he'd save money and pay it. The professor must be able to understand that
it couldn't be expected that a country school-teacher would be able to pay
much.

"I--I'll try to take care of the honorarium," said he. "I'll come."

The professor laughed. It was the first joke the gangling innovator had
perpetrated.

"It won't bother you to take care of it," said he, "but if you're not too
extravagant it will pay you your expenses and give you a few dollars
over."

Jim breathed more freely. An honorarium was paid to the person receiving
the honor, then. What a relief!

"All right," he exclaimed. "I'll be glad to come!"

"Let's consider that settled," said the professor. "And now I must be
going back to the opera-house. My talk on soil sickness comes next. I tell
you, the winter wheat crop has been--"

But Jim was not able to think much of the winter wheat problem as they
went back to the auditorium. He was worth putting on the program at a
state meeting! He was worth the appreciation of a college professor,
trained to think on the very matters Jim had been so long mulling over in
isolation and blindness! He was actually worth paying for his thoughts.

Calista Simms thought she saw something shining and saint-like about the
homely face of her teacher as he came to her at her post in the room in
which the school exhibit was held. Calista was in charge of the little
children whose work was to be demonstrated that day, and was in a state of
exaltation to which her starved being had hitherto been a stranger.
Perhaps there was something similar in her condition of fervent happiness
to that of Jim. She, too, was doing something out