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 CHAPTER XIV.

was one of the many who returned to Princeton by the first train. He had shaken hands so many times and had listened to so much loud talking and cheering that it had palled on him—he wished to be alone.

Before the train drew out of the station at Jersey City, he found a seat in the rear of the smoking-car next to a dusty-faced workman who carried his dinner pail on his knees and puffed at a black clay pipe. He was spelling out the evening paper very audibly.

As Hart sat down the workman pointed out the big type at the head of the printed page.

"The Tigers won," he said.

"So they did indeed," was the reply. "I heard about it." With that Hart pulled his hat over his eyes and fell to thinking.

This was the day he had waited for! Now