"Scott in his 'Lady of the Lake' shows the loyalty of the Klansmen and the women of the Klan. He tells of this summons to the gathering being carried into a home where the master of the house lay a corpse. The Klansman, to whom the cross was to have been passed, is dead, but his son takes his place. If I can recall the lines I will repeat them for you." After a moment of silence he quoted: 'All stand aghast: unheeding all, The henchman bursts into the hall; Before the dead man's bier he stood; Held forth the cross besmeared with blood; "The muster-place is Lanrick mead; Speed forth the signal! Klansman, speed!" Angus, the heir of Duncan's line, Sprung forth and seized the fatal sign. In haste the stripling to his side His father's dirk and broadsword tied; But when he saw his mother's eye Watch him in speechless agony, Back to her open'd arms he flew, Pressed on her lips a fond adieu-- "Alas," she sobbed, "and yet begone, And speed thee forth, like Duncan's son." * * * * * He vanished and o'er moor and moss Sped forward with the Fiery Cross.' "Good," she said, "that makes this emblem mean so much to me now." * * * * * "Fred," said Aunt Clara, "it's almost eleven o'clock. Ruth should be getting home." "She will be back before long," Mr. Babcock replied. "I expect Ruth and Mr. King will be getting married some of these times. She hasn't had anything to do with Mr. Golter since she quit work at the bank." "And what's more, Clara, I don't want a girl of mine to have anything to do with that kind of stock." "Golter has money, and that means a lot these days," Clara commented, and then added, "but Mr. King has picked up wonderfully in the last few months." "Harold King is a man," said Babcock. Footsteps were heard on the porch. "There they come, now," said Clara. The door was thrown open and Ruth and Harold entered. "Well, Miss Babcock," said her father, smiling, "you have returned." "No," she answered, "Miss Babcock has not returned and never will return. Allow me to introduce my husband." "What, you're not married!" exclaimed Aunt Clara. "Yes, didn't I tell you that a very interesting affair was to take place at Zala tonight?" Mr. Babcock stepped between his daughter and his son and placed his arm around her and a hand on his new son's shoulder. "Children," he said, "I wish you the greatest of happiness, and may God crown your lives with his richest blessings." The End End of Project Gutenberg's Harold the Klansman, by George Alfred Brown