CHAPTER XIX.
STARTLING NEWS FROM HOME "Here the conquering hero comes!" "Say, but he looks like a real Lord, doesn't he ?" "Don't forget to bow to all the people you pass, Sir Tubbs!" So the cries rang on, as the carriage and the carryall rolled away from the Ashton depot.
"Say, look here, what does this mean ?" stammered the dudish student.

"I tell you I'm no lord, or knight, or anything like that! I was over to Paris, not London, don't you know.

Weally, this is--er--very embarrassing!" he pleaded, wildly.
"Stand up and make a speech, when you get to the campus, Willie boy!" sang out Tom.

"Give 'em something grand on high finance, or railroad building, or cooking beans, or something like that." "Why, Tom, weally, don't you know, I know nothing of--er--railroads, or--er--beans.

Please stop the carriage, I wish to get out.