e a mass of bills which the young man
evidently had for collection.

"Stung!" murmured Andy. "But he sure did look like a Yale senior." He
was yet to learn that college men are not so different from ordinary
mortals as certain sensational writers would have had him believe.

There was the usual bustle and rush of alighting passengers. Now indeed
Andy was sure that a crowd of students had come up on the train with him
for, once out of the cars their exuberance manifested itself.

There were greetings galore from one to another. Renewals of past
acquaintance came from every side. There were hearty clappings on the
backs of scores and scores, and re-clappings in turn.

Youths were tumbling out here, there, everywhere, colliding with one
another, bumping up against baggage trucks, running through the station,
one or two stopping to snatch a hasty cup of coffee and some doughnuts
from the depot restaurant.

Andy stood almost lost for the moment amid the excitement. It had come
on suddenly. He had never dreamed there were so many Yale men on the
train. They gave no evidence of it until they had reached their own
precincts.

Then, like a dog that hesitates to bark until he is within the confines
of his own yard, they "cut loose."

Taxicab chauffeurs were bawling for customers. Hackmen with ancient
horses sent out their call of:

"Keb! Keb! Hack, sir! Have a keb!"

The motor bus of the Hotel Taft was being jammed with prosperous looking
individuals. Around the curve swept the clanging trolley cars.

"I guess I'll walk," mused Andy. "I want to get my mind straightened
out."

He managed to locate an expressman to whom he gave the check for his
trunk, with directions where to send it. Then, gripping his valise,
which contained enough in the way of clothing and other accessories to
see him through the night, in case his baggage was delayed, our hero
started up State Street.

In the distance he could see, looming up, the lighted top stories of the
Hotel Taft, and he knew that from those same stories one could look down
on the buildings and campus at Yale. It thrilled him as he had not been
thrilled before on any of his visits to this great American university.

He paid no attention to those about him. The sidewalks, damp with the
hazy dew of the coming September night, were thronged with pedestrians.
Many of them were college students, as Andy could tell by their talk.

On he swung, breathing in deep of the air of d