"We'll, see you later," said Jimmie, as he started hot foot after the rest.
Hart jumped the fence and ran across lots to Edwards Hall. Hurrying down the dingy entry, he locked the door of his room behind him. Now that he was face to face with his thoughts, and there was nothing to disturb him, he knew two things: he knew he hated to bid farewell for good and all to this new life; that it was an end to his ambition. As he thought of this with a quiver of bitter anguish, he looked at the pile of books on the little pine table—it had been a keen delight to feel that he was learning; it was a pleasure to know that his classmates looked up to him—there was even an accent of respect in this appellation, "Pop." Then as he thought of the cheers from the thousand throats that rose as he had broken through the line, he felt that pleasurable sense of self-congratulation that is not self-conceit. But it was all over—all over. A shudder shook him through and through. What was he going to do? He was going to marry a girl he did not love. But in his innocence of life he reasoned that he could grow to love her—by force of will he would make him-
