CHAPTER XII--PLEDGED TO THE PI ETAS

Although the majority of the scholars in the Rivertown High School lived

in Rivertown, there were a goodly number who came from adjacent

villages, and for the benefit of these, as well as to give a greater

school life to those who lived at home, the trustees of the high school

had sanctioned the use of several halls as society rooms.

Thus the girls had two for their exclusive use, the Gamma Gammas and the

Lambda Nus; and the boys three, the Kappa Phis, the senior society, the

Psi Mus, to which only juniors were eligible, and the Pi Etas, nicknamed

the Pie Eaters by the upper classmen, composed chiefly of sophomores,

although such of the freshmen as were not too crude were admitted to

membership.

For several days after Harry's encounter with the Latin professor, he

was discussed by the boys at the head of the Pi Etas, and, after

deciding that he was eligible, the members began to rush him, inviting

him around to the club room, to their homes, their skating and dancing

parties.

Elmer and Socker, as well as Paul and Jerry, belonged to the Greek

letter society, and the proposal to take Harry into the folds of the Pi

Eta met with a vigorous opposition from the former pair. Sufficient were

there of the sophs, however, who believed that, with a little rubbing

off of the rough edges, Harry would be a desirable member of their

crowd, to out-vote them, and in due course a committee was selected to

pledge him.

But when Harry was approached, he exhibited no great enthusiasm.

Fortunately, however, Paul and Jerry were members of the committee and,

after the full body had sounded him, they remained at his aunt's house

with him.

"What's wrong? Don't you like the crowd?" asked Jerry.

"You bet I do! It isn't that." And then our hero paused, blushing,

finally continuing:

"I might as well tell you fellows, because it will save a lot of

unpleasantness for me. I can't afford to do the things the rest of you

fellows can."

At this frank announcement, Paul and Jerry looked at one another in

dismay, for neither of them knew exactly how to answer, and moreover, it

was confirmation of their belief that Harry's refusal to go on the

sleigh ride was because of his lack of funds.

As the pause that ensued after the statement became embarrassing, Jerry

took the bit in his teeth.

"There's practically no expense, Harry. No initiation fees, or anything

like that. All we have to do is to pay for the light and heat. The

school pays the rent, that is, they say they do, though none of the

rooms or halls of Rivertown societies have cost a penny, for they're

given by people who own the property. My assessment, so far, this year

has been seventy-five cents. You know there are fifty Pi Etas and the

expenses for the rest of the year, with Spring coming before long, will

be still less, and we want you to be one of the bunch,--honestly, we do.

It means no end of fun next year, the Psi Mu surely for junior and the

Kappa Phi for senior year."

A lot of other things Jerry and Paul told our hero, and by the time they

had finished talking to him, he had fully come to the conclusion that he

would get the money to pay his dues in some manner, and he signified his

delight at the prospect of joining the society.

"Good boy!" chorused his chums. "Just stay in your room to-night. As

your superiors in the Pi Eta we command you to."

And hitting the boy such powerful whacks on his back that is seemed to

him his teeth would fall out, Paul and Jerry left him. Descending the

stairs, they bade Mrs. Watson a significantly courteous "good night" and

hurried back to the society room to carry the tidings of Harry's

acceptance to their waiting fellows.

With an understanding of what the call of all the boys upon her nephew

meant that would have done credit to a father, Harry's aunt went to her

desk, took out a sheet of paper, and wrote:

"My Dear Boy:

"I hope you find this of use, and it affords me more pleasure to be

able to give it to you than it can you to receive it.

"Lovingly, Aunt Mary.

"P. S.--If anything should ever happen that you should get into a

little scrape, I want you to feel that you can come to me. Tell me all

about it instead of going to an outsider. I shall be able to help

you."

And enclosing a five dollar bill, she put it into an envelope and biding

her time until Harry came downstairs, slipped up to his room and placed

it on his study table where he would be sure to find it.

Wonder as to what his instructions to remain in the house meant filled

Harry with an alternating succession of vague misgiving and delight, and

appreciating his mood, his aunt humored him during supper, refraining

from pressing him with any awkward questions as to his unusual

nervousness.

When he finished supper, Harry stayed around downstairs till he heard

the sound of voices out in the street in front of the house. As they

drew nearer and nearer, it became evident that they were chanting.

"Mercy! What can that be? It sounds like a funeral dirge!" exclaimed

Mrs. Watson, simulating an ignorance of the familiar song by which the

Pi Etas announced their descent upon a prospective victim to their

initiation, though she had heard it numberless times before, when the

members of the society in years gone by had passed through the street in

quest of their victims.

The blood mounting to his face, Harry listened a moment, then ran up to

his room, grabbed up his Caesar, dropped into a chair and vainly strove

to concentrate his mind upon the text before him.

Once only in a life-time does the indescribable thrill grip the heart of

a boy who realizes that he has been found fit by the most critical jury

in the world, his fellow students, to become a member of one of their

secret societies--and in the ecstasy of his happiness Harry never noticed

that his book was upside down.

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