winding down between broad seas of rainbow-radiant prairies.
And all this gladness and grandeur, by the decree of Dr. Fenneben,
was given in fee simple to these three hundred young people
for the hours of one perfect day--their annual autumn holiday.
No wonder they filled the air with shouts. And before the singing
had ceased the crowd broke into groups by 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 country-bred boy may bloom
into a full-fledged 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 store-made
clothes had a jaunty carelessness of fit. The tan had left his cheek.
His auburn hair had lost its sun-burn. His powerful physique, the charm
of his deep voice, the singular beauty of his wide open golden-brown eyes,
with their 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.