me West with a fat pocketbook in the interest of higher education.
I hope I've invested well. And our magnificent group of buildings up here
and our broad-acred campus, together with our splendid enrollment of students
justify my hope. Strange, I have never known whose money I was using.
Not Joshua Wream's, I know that. Money is nothing to the Wreams except
as it endows libraries, builds colleges, and extends universities.
Too scholarly for these prairies, all of them! Too scholarly!"

The Dean's eyes were fixed on a tiny shaft of blue smoke rising
steadily from the rough country in the valley beyond Lagonda Ledge,
but his mind was still on his brother.

"Dr. Joshua Wream, D.D., Litt.D., LL.D., etc.! He has taken all the
degrees conferable, except the degree of human insight." Something behind
the strong face sent a line of pathos into it with the thought.
"He has piled up enough for me to look after this fall, anyhow.
It was bad enough for that niece of ours to be left a penniless orphan
with only the two uncles to look after her and both of us bachelors.
And now, after he has been shaping Elinor Wream's life until she
is ready for college, he sends her out here to me, frankly declaring
that she is too much for him. She always was."

He turned to a letter lying on the table beside him, a smile
playing about the frown on his countenance.

"He hopes I can do better by Elinor than he has been able to do,
because he's never had a wife nor child to teach him," he continued,
giving word to his thought. "A fine time for me to begin!
No wife nor child has ever taught me anything. He says she is a
good girl, a beautiful girl with only two great faults. Only two!