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 helloed at him he grinned outside, but within he winced. One day he did not appear at the club at all. After dinner some of the gang went up to see if he were ill. They found him standing over a half-packed trunk.

"Where're you going, Chesty?" they asked.

"Thought I'd take a little trip," he said.

"Why, see here, your books are all boxed up!"

"Yes, boxed up."

"Do you mean to leave college entirely?"

"Yes, I'm leaving."

"What in thunder are you doing that for?"

Finally they got it out of him.

"Oh, there's nothing tragic about it," he added, flushing. "You needn't look at me that way. I suppose I could stick it out if I wanted to, but I don't care to. It doesn't pay, that's all. I've had about enough. Everybody yells at me all day and most of the night. It's a damned nuisance. So I'm leaving. Good-by. I've got to finish packing."