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 had caught sight of him and had hurried down the aisle of the car. As he spoke, Putney extended a long cigar with a brilliant red and gold ; then he struck a wax match and held it out between his thumb and finger.

Hart accepted the offering and a feeling of relief came over him as he took the first long puff.

"It's one of the Governor's best," said L. Putney. "How does it go?"

"Splendid. I 'd almost forgotten how."

"That's one of the evils of training, I dare say," Betts remarked. "But, come, brace up; the fellows are all singing up ahead here. Oh, but there are going to be times on the campus to-night. Come on!"

Half reluctantly Hart followed across the platform to the next car. It was filled with ndergraduates. How he wished with all his soul that he could join in the clamor—his appearance started the noise afresh.

"Oh, here's to 'Pop Hart,' 'Pop Hart,' 'Pop Hart'!" somebody started singing, and every one joined in.

This was followed with "We love, we love, we love our Princeton foot-ball team," in a roar