This keen-eyed,business-like man seemed to Burgess very unlike old Dr.Wream,whom everybody at Harvard loved and anybody could deceive.
But to the direct question he answered directly and concisely.
"I came to study types,to acquire geographical breadth,to have seclusion,that I may pursue more profound research."There was a play of light in Dr.Fenneben's eyes.
"You must judge for yourself of the value of Sunrise and Lagonda Ledge for seclusion.But we make a specialty of geographical breadth out here.
As to types,they assay fairly well to the ton,these Jayhawkers do.""What are Jayhawkers,Doctor?"Burgess queried.
"Yonder is one specimen,"Fenneben answered,pointing toward the window.
Vincent Burgess,looking out,saw Vic Burleigh leaping up the broad steps from the level campus,a giant fellow,fully six feet tall.
The swing of strength,void of grace,was in his motion.
His face was gypsy-brown under a crop of sunburned auburn hair.
A stiff new derby hat was set bashfully on a head set unabashed on broad shoulders.The store-mark of the ready-made was on his clothing,and it was clear that he was less accustomed to cut stone steps than to springing prairie sod.
Clearly he was a real product of the soil.
"Why,that is the young bumpkin I came in with this morning.
I thought I was striding alongside an elephant in bulk and wild horse in speed,"Burgess said with a smile.
"You will have a share in taming him,doubtless,"Dr.Fenneben replied.
"He looks hardly bridle-wise yet.Enter him among your types.
I didn't get his name this morning,but he interested me at once,as a fellow of good blood if not of good manners,and I have asked him to come in here later.Some boys must be met on the very threshold of a college if they are to run safely along the four years.""His name is Burleigh,Victor Burleigh.I remember it because it is not a new name to me.Picture him in a cap and gown at home in a library,or standing up to receive a Master's Degree from a university!
His kind leave about the middle of the second semester and revert to the soil,don't they?"Burgess laughed pleasantly,and leaned forward to get one more look at the country boy,disappearing behind a group of evergreens in the north angle of the building.
"They do not always leave so soon as that.You can't tell the grade of timber every time by the bark outside."There was a deeper tone in Dr.Fenneben's voice now.
"But as to yourself,you had a motive in coming to Kansas,I judge.
You can study types anywhere."
Whether the young man liked this or not,he answered evenly:
"I am to give instruction in Greek here at Lagonda Ledge.Beastly name,isn't it?Suggestive of rattlesnakes,somehow!I shall spend much time in study,for I am preparing a comprehensive thesis for my Master's Degree.The very barrenness of these dull prairies will keep me close to my library for a couple of years.""Oh,you will do your work well anywhere,"Dr.Fenneben declared.
"You need not put walls of distances about you for that.
I thought you might have a more definite purpose in choosing this state,of all places."Fenneben's mind was running back to the days of his own first struggle for existence in the West,and his heart went out in sympathy to the undisciplined young professor.
"I have a reason,but it is entirely a personal matter."Burgess was looking at the floor now."Did you know I had a sister once?""Yes,I know,"Dr.Fenneben said.
"She was married and came to Kansas.That was after you left Cambridge,I suppose.She and her husband are both dead,leaving no children.My father was bitterly opposed to her coming out here,and never forgave her for it.
He died recently,making me his heir.I've always thought I'd like to see the state where my sister lived.She died young.
She could not have been as old as you are,and you are a young man yet,Doctor.In addition,my father left in my care some trust funds for a claimant who also lived in Kansas.He is dead now,but I want to find out something more definite concerning him.
Outside of this,I hope to do well here and to succeed to higher places elsewhere,soon.All this personal to myself,and worthy,I hope."He looked at Fenneben,who was leaning forward with his elbow on the table and his head bowed.His face was hidden and his white fingers were thrust through the heavy masses of black hair.
"You will find a great field here in which to work out your success,"the Dean said at length."But I must give a word of warning.
I tried once to reproduce the eastern university here.
I learned better.If Kansas is to be your training ground,may I say that the man who opens his front door for the first time on the green prairies of the West has no less to learn than the man who first pitches his tent beside the blue Atlantic?Don't say I didn't show you where to find the blazed trail if you get lost from it for a little while."Dr.Fenneben's face was charming when he smiled.
"One other thing I may mention.You know my niece,Elinor?I've been out here so long,I may need your help in making her feel at home at first."There was a new light in Burgess's eyes at the mention of Elinor Wream's name.
"Oh,yes,I know Miss Elinor very well.I shall need her more to make me feel at home than she will need me."Somehow the answer was a trifle too quick and smooth to ring right.
Dr.Fenneben forgot it in an instant,however,for Elinor Wream herself came suddenly into the room,a tall,slender girl,with a face so full of sunshiny charm that no great defect of character had yet made its mark there.
"I beg your pardon,Uncle Lloyd;I thought you were alone.How do you do,Professor Burgess."She came forward smilingly and offered her hand.
"Makes me homesick for old Cambridge and Uncle Joshua when I see you.
I want to go down to Lagonda Ledge,and I don't know the streets at all.
Don't you want to show me the way?"