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"Eh!" stared the bewildered Ned,
wondering if his friend Was taking
leave of his senses.
" 'I Dearly Love a Son of Momus'
see?" propounded Cyrus.
"I don't," confessed Ned in hope
"Secret society. Great go in town
two years ago. Got the judge to join.
Initiated him. First thing you do
when you see him shout that at him.
Then give the password."
"What is it?" inquired Ned in his
artless way, catching on.
"What'U he do then?"
"Recognize you as a brother mem
ber take you to his fraternal and
paternal arms. Oh; how lucky I
thought of it!" and Cyrus chuckled
till he wriggled.
In perfect good faith Ned Dayton
called at the office of Judge Allen
the following day. He stated his
name. Yes, his host had heard him
mentioned by his daughter, but he
said so gruffly and he scanned the
young man over as if he was on the
"Judge Allen," spoke our hero, "I
have come on a very particular er
rand, but first 'L D. L. A. S. O-M.' "
The eminent jurist turned black in
the face. He gave his innocent vis
itor a terrible look.
" 'Sesquepedalian,' " added the
over-confident Ned with a knowing
"Why why!" fairly shrieked the
judge, jumping to his feet and seiz
ing a law book. "Did you come here
to insult me? If you don't get out
of this office double quick I'll break
every bone in your body!"
""Bang! smash! clatter! the per
turbed Ned got through the doorway
just as the ponderous law tome graz
ed his head, shattered the glass in
the office door and preceding him on
a rushing roll down the stairs and
to the street
Ned sought his friend Cyrus for
consolation, but found that he had
suspiciously and mysteriously left
town on a fishing trip. He dared not
venture to call at the Allen home
that night, but managed to meet Leila
von the street.
"Oh, if I only had that scapegrace,
Cyrus Moore!" cried Leila, when Ned"
had narrated his dismal story.
"Why, what has Cyrus got to do
with it?" asked the unsophisticated
"He has played one-of his practical
jokes on you and I will take delight
in boxing his ears when he puts in
an appearance again!" declared the
irate little miss. "About two years
ago some jokers got papa to join
the 'Sons of Monus.' They gave him
a terrible initiatiop. and he "never for
gives even an allusion "to the'Jiostv"
"I certainly;, have put myMoot in
it!" groaned poor Ned.
"You certainly have,"vagreed Leila.
"What can I do?" '
"Go and see-papa and explain," ad
vised Leila. . . T "
Somehow Ned 'could not summon
up the courage to dpvthis.-He passed
the Allen home -.th next" vehing.
There were no lights in AbV,llduse
and he took'UphisJstatiohin the
shadovTof a-big tree
"The family have gone'Out.'lo some
neighbor's, I suppose,?; Ee Reasoned.
'.Til stay, here and Niafch the judge
as he returns." $
It was' nearly one-half an hour
later when .Ned pricked up-hisJears.
TJie gate latch of. the Allen place
clicked and some one came' out. He
recognized the light overcoat, the
judge wore. As the pedestrian passed
him Ned stepped out from covert.
"Just a word, judge," he began
The wearer of the overcoat shot
out his fist, dropped something he
was carrying and put down the street
on a run.
"Well, this is queer!" commented -Ned,
staring vaguely after the fugi
tive. "He dropped a package, I de
clare!" Ned stared hard as he opened a pil-
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