Chapter 54
Week 18, Instructor Calendar, June 1896
The green fields whizzed by in a blur, air rushing over her face and through her hair. Concordia pedaled her bicycle, past the grassy hills, over the old sheep tracks, beyond the college grounds, beyond people, as hard and as fast as she could endure. The sun was out with the full force of late afternoon, and her blouse was soon damp and clinging to her back.
Finally, exhausted, she stopped, lay down in the grass, and wept.
She was much calmer when David found her, at the top of Rook’s Hill, watching the sun stretch lingering rays of gold and crimson across the campus grounds below.
He sat down beside her, careless of the damp grass staining his trousers. “The news has spread throughout the campus—and beyond it now, I’m sure—about
