AN EVENING WITH THE KU-KLUX
fore. That blamed Pulliam is going to walk into a trap of his own setting, Now you jest watch how he goes out ag'in."
"But I'll not be there," I suggested.
"Oh, yes!" exclaimed the Major, "you can't afford to miss it. It'll be the finest piece of news your paper ever had. You'll go to supper with me—" He paused. "No, I'll go home, send Valentine to her Aunt Emmy's, get Blasengame to come around, and we'll have supper about nine. That'll fix it. Some of them chaps might have an eye on my house, and I don't want 'em to see anybody but me go in there. Now, if you don't come at nine, I'll send Blasengame after you."
"I shall be glad to come, Major. I was simply fishing for an invitation."
"That fish is always on your hook, and you know it," the Major insisted.
As it was arranged, so it fell out. At nine, I lifted and dropped the knocker on the Major's front door. It opened so promptly that I was somewhat taken by surprise, but in a moment the hand of my host was on my arm, and he pulled me inside unceremoniously.
"I was on the lookout," the Major explained. "Minervy Ann has fixed to have waffles, and she's
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