The Adventures of a Freshman

s now a matter of history-and of rejoicing, to one side. But as all those interested in football know whi

d coach and were half frozen driving up Fifth Avenue to the game; but they had the privilege, granted to Freshmen on such occasions only, of wearing the sacred orange and b

difficulty in defeating them by a large score. Right Guard Young put up a very fair, stea

ran out at the close of the game and carried him and the rest of the e

e wondered if many of those flocking in realized that he was Right Guard Young of the Freshman team;

y match, which was to decide the championship of the two best football teams in the western hemisphere. Young had never before seen so many people at once-"more than the population of the whole county you're in," he wrote to his brother Charlie-and never before had he been so thrilled a

off by this time, and he had been hoping and hoping that his table-mates would soon begin to act toward him in the same easy, familiar, good-fellow way they acted toward each other. Why they had not, he failed to understand; he knew it wasn't because he was poor and ran the club; he wondered if it was because he

would have enough to worry along with until something else turned up. But his account in

might have declined their invitations occasionally, but he wanted to show them that the "dignified Deacon," as they called him, was not so terribly dignified and stiff, as they seemed to think. Then, too, when subscription lists were p

share, and it was the appearance of stinginess, poss

re is about it;" he would have been liked none the less and respected all the more. "Why, certainly; you are dead right," they would have said. But he did not want to; he preferred to keep step, and

there; and Young felt ashamed of his cut-away coat-though Lucky said, "Nonsense"-and so he bought something which he considered very magnificent at a large ready-made place on Broadway, together with some

mall item compared to what he had "blown in" foolishly-it was beginning to look as if Deacon Young would have

ge than the people out home have any idea of, and I think I'm as good as the nex

or, who sometimes makes as much as $20 in a week writing for the New York and Philadelphia papers;" it was easy enough to point out how many men made

f the baseball and football and track athletic games; or, he might, as a Sophomore, publish syllabuses of the lecture courses (and sell them for a dollar each). In fact, now that he was on the field, he saw more ways of earning money while getting a college education than he had dreamed of-hundreds of ways, very good ways, if only he had hustled and availed himself of them at the beginning of the term. Other Freshmen had secured the jobs of distributing the Daily Princetonian and The Nassau Literary Magazine and The Tiger, or had taken the agency for steam-laundries

ith which Lee and Powelton and the others with whom he sat down three t

now how lucky you are." But of course he said nothing to them of what worried him. He was not that kind. They had great respect for his abilities and thought he could do anything. They did not guess what was going on in his mind these

lows would think and what the

ing on at college, would cry; for it would be as great a disappointment to her as to him. It would surprise her, too, for he had not let her kn

me home with me for the holidays-at least mother says so in th

hook his head at the little fellow's repeated importunities. Young f

kling of what was the trouble. "Say, Deacon," he began when they were alone, "if you sh

ed and shoo

e way. I mean in general. For instance, if you-er-that is, well, blame it, we're good enough friends. If you are 'temporarily embarrassed,' as

ld you do

end me some do

tell anybody, but I'm mighty hard up. I'd rather leav

York, and it turned out to be a very good thing that he