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A Princetonian.

"You're nutty on something. What's eating you anyhow?" he asked inelegantly.

"Oh, nothing," replied Hart, who felt his anger rising. "I've just been thinking things over, I tell you."

Bliss picked up his book again and made himself comfortable.

"Too bad about Clarkson!" he said with a sigh. "Oh, I forgot that you didn't know him."

"I don't see that it's any one else's business," muttered Hart.

The young men did not indulge in much conversation during the rest of the trip. A constrained feeling had grown up between them. They parted at the steps leading up to campus, but before they had done so, they shook hands and Hart thanked Bliss for the pleasure he had had, at which Ned poked him on the shoulder, and said laughingly:

"Oh, pshaw, you must come again, good-bye, old boy!"

But on the way up to his room Ned ran across Buck Franklin.

"I know what's the matter with Pop Hart," he said, speaking confidentially. "He's not stale at all; he's just got a girl on his mind."