"I have a good recommendation from the architect in whose office I was draughtsman before coming to Wilford Springs. Since I opened the office here I have designed only a few small buildings, but I am competent to design any kind of a building they want." "Harold, you apply for the work, and I will see what I can do for you." "Thank you. I will make application. I did not come up here to talk of my own affairs. I understand that your stenographer has quit and I want to recommend one to you." "No, my stenographer has not quit, but she is off for a two weeks' vacation." "I thought if you didn't have a stenographer I would make a recommendation. Do you know of anyone who does need one?" "No, not at present. Who is the stenographer you wish to secure a position for?" "Miss Babcock, the stenographer at the Central State Bank." "Are you interested in stenographers in general or Miss Babcock in particular?" Wilson asked with a knowing smile. "It's an interest in Miss Babcock in particular," admitted Harold. "Eh, you sly fox, I thought so," said Wilson as he gave Harold a vigorous punch in the ribs. "Well, I don't blame you. If I were twenty-five years younger you might have some competition, but as I am old and fat I presume I will have to trot along in single harness, pulling the whole load by myself to the end of the road. What is the matter with the job at the bank?" "She only gets ninety dollars a month. You know, Mr. Wilson, that that isn't enough for a good stenographer. Ruth--I mean Miss Babcock--has to support her father and aunt. They can get along on her salary, but her father was injured in an automobile accident and as a result of the injury he lost his memory. Miss Babcock is anxious to save enough money to send her father to a specialist." "I like to see a girl like that succeed. If she is worth more than ninety dollars a month Stover should pay it to her." "Maybe if you would make a suggestion that she should be paid more Stover would raise her salary." "I'll find out what she can do, and if I think she should have more money I will mention it to Stover." "Thanks, I will appreciate it and I am sure Miss Babcock will." Harold arose and walked to the door and then turned and asked, "What do you think of the Ku Klux Klan?" "Judging from what I know of it--from sources other than the newspapers I read--I think pretty well of it." "I do too. I hear that there is to be a lecture on 'The Klan' given in a pasture four miles west of town. What do you say? let's go." "All right, Harold. I'm with you." That afternoon Wilson went into the Wilford Springs Central State Bank. "How are you, Jim?" "How are you, Charles?" "My stenographer is off on a vacation and I need to draw up a contract. I thought perhaps I could get your stenographer to write it for me."