Speak out. Do! I'm aching to
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Speak out. Do! I'm aching to
hear?'


why the Major told me as how
they're going to make Nd to.
night, and that's all l know about it,


And that was enough. The oft told
tale was true! The grid iron was
for him! A change came over him
in moment. He would not be burned
with as hot an iron as that, any how.
The putting on Of hat and cloak was
momentary affair, he sought the
street, when legs, if ever, done their
duty. ae


Soon after, the brethren having got
all things ready, The Major came
down for his young friend, but met
Betty, who seeing the result Of her
fun and fearing the bad consequen.
ces, came towards her master sobbine
and crying in most affecting man.
ner. - .99


The Major coon learned the story
Of the young mans fight; also the
cause, and answered,


sNever mind, Betty. lfhe's such a
fool as that we don't want him!'


One would naturally suppose that
the lodge had fine laugh over, that
Joke at the return ofthe Major. The
inevitable conclusion is,that the young
clerk never offered himself again a. a
candidate for admission into the mys.
teries Of free and accepted Masons,
and seat on their rascally Red Hot
Grid Iron. t.ss