tered on
the walk.

"My gracious me!" gasped the stylishly-dressed youth. "What did you do
that for, Tom Rover?"

"Sorry, Tubblets," answered Tom, making as sober a face as possible.
"I didn't know you wanted the whole walk."

"You did that on purpose, Tom Rover, you know you did!"

"Did what on purpose, Tubby?"

"How many times must I tell you that my name is not Tubby or Tubblets.
It is William Philander Tubbs, and I want you to call me by my right
name after this."

"Very well, Mr. W. P. Washbasin--I mean Tubbs. I'll not forget again,"
and Tom made a low bow.

"And I don't want you to knock my books out of my arm again," went on
William Philander, drawing himself up disdainfully.

"Your books, Willie?"

"Yes, my books," came wrathfully from the dudish student "And don't you
dare to call me Willie. My name is----"

"Oh, yes, I remember now, Philugger."

"It's not Philugger, either. It is Wil----"

"Sure, I know, Philliam Tubbander Williams. Sorry I forgot before."
And Tom looked truly sorrowful.

"Oh, you are simply horrid, that's what you are!" declared the
stylishly-dressed student, in despair. "And my books are all covered
with dirt!"

"I beg a million pardons," cried Tom, and started to pick the books up,
one after another. As he did this one hand went again into that pocket
before mentioned and, on the sly, he inserted a printed sheet of paper
into each book. "Now you are all fixed, Tubbly," he added. "And you
can run along to school like a nice little boy. But wait a moment till
I fix your collar," he went on, as he turned the other youth around.

"What's the matter with my collar?" demanded the dudish student,
suspiciously.

"Talcum powder, I guess. You mustn't use so much after this." And Tom
commenced to brush the collar vigorously.

"I--er--I didn't use much--just a little for my nose, don't you know,"
answered William Philander Tubbs, who made much of his personal
appearance.

Tom continued to brush the coat collar off with one hand, while
unfolding a printed bill with the other. An advertising wagon had gone
past the college grounds the day before, and from a fellow distributing
handbills Tom had gotten a sheet telling of the merits of "Gumley's Red
Pills for Red-Blooded People," and also some small bills relating to
the same wonderful cure for many ills. The small sheets were in the
books; the large sheet he now proceeded to place on William Philander's
back, fasten