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Again it was repeated, swelling along the ridge and floating wide away over the Walnut Valley. Nor was there a climax of exuberance until the appearance of Dr. Lloyd Fenneben himself, with his tall figure and striking presence outlined against the gray stone columns of the veranda. All this because it was midOctober, a heavenmade autumn day in Kansas, with its gracious warmth and bracing breath; with the Indian summer haze in shimmering amethyst and gold overhanging the land; and the Walnut Valley, gorgeous in the glow of the October frostfires, winding down between broad seas of rainbowradiant prairies. And all this gladness and grandeur, by the decree of Dr. Fenneben, was given in fee simple 贵阳高端水会 to these three hundred young people for the hours of one perfect daytheir annual autumn holiday. No wonder they filled the air with shouts. And before the singing had ceased the crowd broke into groups by 贵阳桑拿红场 natural selection, and the holiday was begun.
Whatever bounds of time Nature may give to the seed in which to become a plant, or to the grub to become a butterfly, there is no set limit wherein the countrybred boy may bloom into a fullfledged college student.
Seven weeks after Vic Burleigh had come alongside the Greek Professor into Sunrise, found the quick marvelous change from the timid, untrained, overgrown young giant into a leader of his clan, the pride of the Freshman, the terror of the Sophomores, the dramatic interest of the classroom, and the hope of Sunrise on the football gridiron. His storemade clothes had a jaunty 贵阳东山桑拿 carelessness of fit. The tan had left his cheek. His auburn hair had lost its sunburn. His powerful physique, the charm of his deep voice, the singular beauty of his wide open goldenbrown eyes, with their 六盘水最好的洗浴蒸桑中心 long black lashes lighting up his rugged face, gave to him an attractive personality.
Yet to Lloyd Fenneben, who saw below the surface, Victor Burleigh was only at the beginning of things. Something of the tiger light in the brown eyes, the pride in brute strength, the blunt justice lacking the finer sense of mercy, showed how wide yet was the distance between the man and the gentleman.
When Dr. Fenneben returned to his study after the hilarious demonstration he found Dennie Saxon busy with the little film of dust that comes in overnight. Old Bond Saxon, Dennie’s father, had been one of the improvident of Lagonda Ledge who took a new lease on a livelihood with the advent of Sunrise. From being a dissipated old fellow drifting toward pauperism, he became the proprietor of a respectable boarding house for students, doing 贵阳品茶微信average well. At rare intervals, however, he lapsed into his old ways. During such occasions he kept to the river side of the town. Sober, he was goodnatured and obliging; drunken, he was sullen, with a disposition to skulk out of sight and be alone. His daughter Dennie had her father’s goodnature combined with a will power all her own.
As Dr. Fenneben watched her about her work this morning, he noted how comfortably she took hold of it. He noted, too, that her heavy yellowbrown hair was full of ripples just where ripples helped, that her arms were plump, that she was short and nothing willowy, and that she had a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.
“Why don’t you take a holiday, Miss Dennie?” he asked, presently.
“I wanted this done so I wouldn’t be seeing dusty books in my daydreams,” Dennie answered.
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“A crowd of us are going down the river to the Kickapoo Corral. I must make the cakes yet this morning,” she answered.
“Good enough Can’t I do something for you? Do you need a chaperon?” the Dean queried, smilingly.
“Professor Burgess is to be our chaperon. He is all we can look after.” Dennie’s gray eyes danced. but she was serious a moment later.
“Dr. Fenneben, you can do something, maybe, that’s none of your business, nor mine.” Dennie wondered afterward how she could have had the courage to speak these words.
“That’s generally the easy thing. What is it?” the Dean smiled.
The girl hung her feather brush in its place and sat down opposite to him.
“Do you know anything about Pigeon Place?” she began.
“The little place up the river where a queer, halfcrazy woman lives alone with a fierce dog?” he asked.
贵阳品茶 “Yes, you never heard anything more?” Dennie queried.