Chapter 1
_ CHAPTER I
When young Stover disembarked at the Trenton station on the fourth day after the opening of the spring term he had acquired in his brief journey so much of the Pennsylvania rolling stock as could be detached and concealed. Inserted between his nether and outer shirts were two gilt "Directions to Travelers" which clung like mustard plasters to his back, while a jagged tin sign, wrenched from the home terminal, embraced his stomach with the painful tenacity of the historic Spartan fox. In his pockets were objects--small objects but precious and dangerous to unscrew and acquire.
Being forced to wait, he sat now, preternaturally stiff, perched on a heap of trunks, clutching a broken dress-suit case which had been re-enforced with particolored strings.
There was about young Stover, when properly washed, a certain air of cherubim that instantly struck the observer； his tousled tow hair had a cathedral tone, his cheek was guileless and his big blue eyes had a

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