“I suppose there is that danger,” said Stephen dubiously. “If it just wasn't for one or two things I shouldn't hesitate, we'd start West to-morrow.” “Yes, I know—your aunt. But if it is for your good, Stephen.” “I'll never be able to convince her of that, she just won't believe it; she thinks I should stay here in Benson, where I belong and am known.” “But what good is there in being known?” “Little enough, apparently; I'll write Gibbs to-morrow.” “Don't be over-persuaded, Stephen,” she said, following him to the door. “Your aunt won't want you to go, but remember this does look like an opportunity.” “I know it does,” he said as he left the house. He admitted to himself that he was terribly anxious, he felt singularly unfit for the struggle that was before him; he had no large adaptability, the power to push himself he was sensible he altogether lacked; but the West was still the West; there, muscle was capital. If his aunt could only be made to understand this; and that she might, he found himself preparing his arguments with such skill as he had. He was still doing this when he walked in on Virginia. “I've just had a letter from General Gibbs,” he observed, sinking into a chair at her side. “You remember Gibbs, don't you? You know I told you how I met him, and that I saw a good deal of him afterward in Washington. He's gone to a place in Kansas called Grant City; it's a new town—he wants me to join him there.” “But surely you are not going, Stephen—you have no thought of that?” said Virginia quickly. He realized with a touch of bitterness that much as he might wish it, it could not be otherwise, his purposes and desires would always be at variance with what she would have chosen for him. “Well, I'm not so sure about that, Aunt Virginia,” he said, smiling moodily. “What does Marian say?” she asked. “She is willing enough. She knows I must do something. I've rather made a failure of it here.” “I suppose if you and Marian have decided that this is the thing for you to do, Stephen, no argument of mine will have any weight with you.” “I don't want you to feel that way about it; but what am I to do? I haven't any choice. There is nothing that I can get here that you would care to see me take.” “I don't want you to go West, Stephen,” said Virginia. “It's not likely that I shall remain there always.” “If you go, the more successful you are the less likely your return will be.” “If there was anything for me here, I wouldn't consider it—but there is nothing, and I've very little money left. Gibbs has something definite for me.” “You'll have to decide for yourself, Stephen,” said Virginia with a touch of weariness. “I don't know what is best for you; you only can settle that point.” “Well, then, I think it's Grant City,” he answered. “Fact is, I've felt it was Grant City ever since I heard there was such a place. It's too much of a problem for me here.”