"My dear young lady," said the minister, "you do not understand the work of this organization. The Klan does not write threatening letters, nor visit anyone for the purpose of coercing them. That is a mistaken idea that many have. Not long ago a woman came to me asking that I get the Klan to chase her husband out of town. She said he was worthless and she wanted to get rid of him. A man came to me and told me that he thought that if the Klan would give his uncle a right good whipping it might improve his conduct. It isn't strange that so many people have this mistaken idea of the mission of the Klan. The newspapers have printed so much of alleged threats and punishments by Klans that many have believed them. The Klan is not a punitive organization except as it assists officers in the enforcement of the law by furnishing evidence and giving the officers its moral support. If this young man positively refuses to marry you, of course, you have recourse in the courts. You can sue him for breach of promise." "Then the Klan won't write a letter to him threatening to visit him if he doesn't many me?" "I am sure it would not. Maybe a little more sweetness and graciousness on your part would bring the young gentleman around all right?' "Well, I will be going. I thank you." The clergyman walked to the door and as she passed out he said, "I trust your affair with this young man may terminate satisfactorily for you, but remember this: there can be no true marriage relation except two hearts are bound captive to each other with a golden chain of love." After his caller had gone Rev. Benton informed his wife that he was going to town. "Remember, dear, that you have to conduct a funeral this afternoon. You must be back promptly at noon for your lunch." "I remember the funeral and will be here at twelve. These funerals are sad, gloomy occasions in the life of a minister." "A funeral is always sad whether one is in the ministry or not, isn't it?" "Usually, but a funeral service might bring a great deal of pleasure to a minister." "What do you mean?" "It would afford me a great deal of pleasure to preach the funeral sermon over the remains of some of the brothers who are continually knocking, or of the sisters who are always suffering from the 'hoof and mouth disease.'" "Tut, tut, my dear," his wife replied, shaking her finger at him, "to hear you talk one would think you have some members in your flock whom you do not love." "Well, to tell the truth," he said, laughing, "I have a few members who would be so much more lovable dead." "What a boy you are." She lifted her face toward his and he kissed her fervently. As she stood watching him walk down the street she noticed that his step was not quite so sprightly as it had been when they were married thirty-five years before and that his shoulders were beginning to bow under the burdens of life. She rejoiced that while his body was aging his heart and spirits retained their youthfulness.