in the college's
history, and talked of Thanksgiving day when the big game of the year
was to be played against the rival college, Pennington.

Benz had held aloof from Judd, not even speaking to him when meeting
face to face. Fellows still smiled when passing Benz and Benz resented
those smiles. "I'll get even with Rube some how!" he thought, angrily,
"He's just a rube. The lucky stiff!"

Meanwhile Cateye had written another letter to Bob describing in full
Judd's escapades, and adding: "He's fast developing into some football
man, Bob. You should see him punt! And tackle! Say, I never saw him
miss a man yet,--he's that sure! The bigger they are the harder they
fall. Judd's good enough for the varsity right now and I'm expecting
Coach Phillips to give him a chance any night. Of course Benz is
captain and he'll put up an awful fuss if anything like that happens.
Judd, in my opinion, could make good any where you put him on that
eleven to-day. He's that much better than any of us. But then, this
is his first year and he is green yet, I'll admit. Wish you could come
down for the big game. Your side-kick ... Cateye."

The campus clock had just struck nine one evening late in October when
some one pounded on Cateye's door.

"Let 'em in, Judd," said Cateye, "before they break the door down!"

Judd was quick to respond. The door swung open. Pole and Potts
stepped in.

"Welcome to our city," greeted Cateye, tossing aside a notebook upon
which he had been working, "I'm always glad to entertain callers, for
then I feel that I have a legitimate excuse to quit studying. What
have you got there, Pole?"

"A new guitar. Isn't she a beaut? Dad sent it to me for a birthday
present!" Pole sat down on the bed, struck a few chords, and started a
tune. "This place hasn't been stirred by any real music this year and
I decided to cut loose to-night!"

"Good heavens, Pole, why should you wish any of your discord on us?
Why not rehearse in your own room?"

"I wanted an audience," replied Pole, "Isn't this ditty pretty? I
composed it myself."

Potts, at this juncture, drew forth a Jews harp and added further
discordant vibrations to the atmosphere.

"I can beat you both!" grinned Judd, and diving for his suitcase he
unearthed a mouth organ. In another moment he was reproducing the
familiar strains of, "And When I Die."

The effect was almost instantaneous. Doors swung open on the halls;
students on the low