Chapter 33
Week 12, Instructor Calendar, April 1896
There’s no art
To find the mind’s construction in the face.
I.iv
The mood of that evening’s meeting was quite different from the exuberant senior gathering. Looking around Sycamore House’s crowded dining hall—a larger space than its parlor, where the staff had met before--Concordia saw that this was much more than a faculty meeting. Tonight, the trustees were also in attendance. Rarely did the trustees and college staff meet. Concordia felt a grip of panic. Had they already decided to close the school?
President Richter was drumming his thin, restless fingers on the tabletop in front of him. He looked around the room gravely, lost in thought. Miss Hamilton and Dean Langdon were seated beside him, talking quietly together. As
