Andy at Yale

Andy at Yale, by Roy Eliot
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Title: Andy at Yale The Great Quadrangle Mystery
Author: Roy Eliot Stokes
Release Date: July 30, 2006 [EBook #18939]
Language: English
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ANDY AT YALE OR THE GREAT QUADRANGLE MYSTERY
BY ROY ELIOT STOKES

THE WORLD SYNDICATE PUBLISHING CO. CLEVELAND, O.
NEW YORK, N. Y.
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CONTENTS
I. A Horse-Whipping 1 II. Good Samaritans 12 III. An Unpleasant
Prospect 19 IV. The Picture Show 28 V. Final Days 36 VI. The Bonfire
45 VII. Link Again 51 VIII. Off For Yale 63 IX. On The Campus 72 X.
Missing Money 78 XI. "Rough House" 85 XII. A Fierce Tackle 94 XIII.
Bargains 102 XIV. Dunk Refuses 113 XV. Dunk Goes Out 123 XVI.
In Bad 131 XVII. Andy's Despair 138 XVIII. Andy's Resolve 146 XIX.
Link Comes To College 150 XX. Queer Disappearances 158 XXI. A
Gridiron Battle 166 XXII. Andy Says 'No!' 177 XXIII. Reconciliation
185 XXIV. Link's Visit 193 XXV. The Missing Watch 198 XXVI. The
Girls 205 XXVII. Jealousies 213 XXVIII. The Book 219 XXIX. The
Accusation 230 XXX. The Letter 237 XXXI. On The Diamond 245
XXXII. Victory 256 XXXIII. The Trap 281 XXXIV. Caught 291
XXXV. For The Honor Of Yale 300
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ANDY AT YALE
CHAPTER I
A HORSE-WHIPPING
"Come on, Andy, what are you hanging back for?"

"Oh, just to look at the view. It's great! Why, you can see for twenty
miles from here, right off to the mountains!"
One lad stood by himself on the summit of a green hill, while, a little
below, and in advance of him, were four others.
"Oh, come on!" cried one of the latter. "View! Who wants to look at a
view?"
"But it's great, I tell you! I never appreciated it before!" exclaimed
Andy Blair. "You can see----!"
"Oh, for the love of goodness! Come on!" came in protest from the
objecting speaker. "What do we care how far we can see? We're going
to get something to eat!"
"That's right! Some of Kelly's good old kidney stew!"
"A little chicken for mine!"
"I'm for a chop!"
"Beefsteak on the grill!"
Thus the lads, waiting for the one who had stopped to admire the fine
view, chanted their desires in the way of food.
"Come on!" finally called one in disgust, and, with a half sigh of regret,
Andy walked on to join his mates.
"What's getting into you lately?" demanded Chet Anderson, a bit
petulantly. "You stand mooning around, you don't hear when you're
spoken to, and you don't go in for half the fun you used to."
"Are you sick? Or is it a--girl?" queried Ben Snow, laughing.
"Both the same!" observed Frank Newton, cynically.
"Listen to the old dinkbat!" exclaimed Tom Hatfield. "You'd think he

knew all about the game! You never got a letter from a girl in your life,
Frank!"
"I didn't, eh? That's all you know about it," and Frank made an
unsuccessful effort to punch his tormentor.
"Well, if we're going on to Churchtown and have a bit of grub in
Kelly's, let's hoof it!" suggested Chet. "You can eat; can't you, Andy?
Haven't lost your appetite; have you, looking at that blooming view?"
"No, indeed. But you fellows don't seem to realize that in another
month we'll never see it again, unless we come back to Milton for a
visit."
"That's right!" agreed Ben Snow. "This is our last term at the old school!
I'll be sorry to leave it, in a way, even though I do expect to go to
college."
"Same here," came from Tom. "What college are you going to, Ben?"
"Hanged if I know! Dad keeps dodging from one to another. He's had
all the catalogs for the last month, studying over 'em like a fellow going
up for his first exams. Sometimes it's Cornell, and then he switches to
Princeton. I'm for the last myself, but dad is going to foot the bills, so I
s'pose I'll have to give in to him."
"Of course. Where are you heading for, Andy?"
"Oh, I'm not so sure, either. It's a sort of toss-up between Yale and
Harvard, with a little leaning