“Oh, will you, sure enough?” She was now seated closer by Glenn, listening with an absorbing interest.
“When will I know?”
“There is a lot of time between now and next September. You’ll finish out this year, of course.”
“Oh, yes, except when the weather is too bad for grandpa. He’s getting old, you know.”
Glenn could see how he was failing.
It was about dusk when the buggy drove away from the front steps. The parting was cordial and yet it seemed to lack something for both. Perhaps grandpa’s being there complicated the situation. Whatever it was, in both their hearts there seemed something lacking.
CHAPTER XII.
The coming of June brought an end to college life for Glenn Andrews. He had had a letter a few days before, deciding an important question—in fact, the question of the greatest importance to him just then. While he was waiting for Esther he read it over again:
“New York City.
“My dear Andrews—Of course I hadn’t forgotten my promise nor my interest in you. It seems a lifetime since I stood in those priestly looking robes on that old stage waiting to receive my discharge and hustle or go hungry. You were at the foot then. I remember you; a solemn-faced chap, but mightily in earnest. I am glad that you are at the head, and ready for the fight—the thick of it. I always knew that was the kind of metal you were made of, so it does me good to be able to give you a boost. You are to be associate editor of the magazine—give up most of your freedom and take an editor’s chair.