Ashley came to consciousness at the hotel. Diemann sat beside him, and Lyman and Dr. Forest stood by the window. The substitute fullback sat up. "I felt faint just then," he said. "I couldn't help it; you know about it, Diemann." He looked at the other men. "Did they get it over?" he asked. Lyman ran across the room. "Tom, old man," he said, choking, "you won it for us, and you'll never be forgotten, you and your run!" The fullback looked at him blankly. "My run?" he faltered. Diemann came between them. "Better lie down and rest a bit, my boy; you can talk later." Then, turning to the others: "You see," he whispered, "he's wandering a little yet." TWO PIONEERS AND AN AUDIENCE. Two Pioneers and an Audience. "The Mother sits beside the bay, The bay goes down to wed the sea, And gone ye are, on every tide Wherever men and waters be!" On the Sunday night following the Game the smoking-room at the Rho house held the greater part of the Chapter. As a rule, there were not so many loafing there Sunday nights; that time was generally given either to sentiment in other places, or to digging out Monday's work upstairs, while the fire burned for the two or three who seemed never to have any work more important than magazine reading or solitaire. To-night, however, nearly every one was gathered there, for two "old men" were visiting. These old men had been out of college for two whole years. One of them was Ralph Shirlock. If you were at college in his days you knew him by sight, at least, though you were the mossiest dig that ever kept bright till morning the attic window of a prof's house on the Row. If you have come up to College since then, and are sufficiently posted to know that there have been other annuals before this one just issued by your friends the Juniors, you have found his picture or his name on every other page of the earlier editions. Harry Rice, who came with him, was not half so well known, save to the Faculty and the circle of the chapter. He was doing very well in business, people said, better than Shirlock, probably. Rice was a keen fellow, the new men could see that at a glance; but they did not put an arm about him instinctively in the after-dinner stroll, as they did about Shirlock.