When the morning meal was over and the washing on the line she went down to the Central State Bank and asked for Mr. Stover. The bank president was surprised when she told him that she had come to settle the back rent. When he saw her he supposed of course that she had come to beg for more time. When she said, "I have come to settle with you," he could scarcely believe his ears. "Are you ready to pay all?" he asked. "Yes. I will settle with you and move out tomorrow." "If you settle, Mrs. Armstrong," he said, smiling, "you don't need to move out." "I want to move out. I have found a modern three-roomed house for twelve dollars a month." "There must be something wrong if you get a modern, three-roomed house for twelve dollars. You had better be careful. It must be in an undesirable locality, and you know, Mrs. Armstrong, you can't afford to take your children into an undesirable neighborhood." "This house is on Maple Street." "There must be something wrong." "I am going to move out of your house tomorrow. I owe you for two and a half months." "You owe for three months. When you remain in a house you owe for the entire month." "Very well, Mr. Stover. Here is your money. I was visited this morning by a stranger who gave me an envelope containing two hundred dollars--a gift from the Wilford Springs Ku Klux Klan." Stover's countenance fell when he received this information. "That's a very bad organization," he said gravely. "Didn't you read in the paper how they mistreated my janitor?" "I don't know anything about what they did to your janitor, but I do know they helped me and that I am thankful," she said, smiling. That afternoon Stover rented his residence which Mrs. Armstrong was to vacate the next day and secured a month's rent in advance. He did not deduct to the new tenant the half month's rent the widow had paid, neither did he give it back to her. He was at a loss to know why within a week from this time two hundred thousand dollars were withdrawn by depositors. Mrs. Armstrong went directly from the bank to the home of the Reverend Earl Benton. "Reverend Benton," she said, "I have heard that you are a member of the Ku Klux Klan." "I am," he replied. "I do not hesitate to let the public know that I am a member of this great organization, as my work for the organization is in the lecture field, but if the membership as a whole would permit their identity to become known it would destroy in a large measure the efficiency of the organization. Nothing would please law violators better than to know the identity of these men who are assisting officers as special detectives." "What I wanted, Reverend Benton, is to ask you to thank the Wilford Springs Klan for the wonderful present they sent me. Tell them I certainly appreciate it. It came at a time when I was in dire need."