his bookkeeper, he said: "Poor old Wickham; his heart's all right, but
he's got so much Scripture in his head that his think machine won't
work."

"Friends," said Cameron, as they paused in front of the parsonage;
"this is the day I have looked forward to for a long time. This step
will revolutionize our methods. It's hard to get out of old ruts, but
the world needs applied Christianity. Thank God for the young people."
And Uncle Bobbie said, "Amen."




CHAPTER VIII


Charlie Bowen ran into the printing office one day on his way home to
dinner. "Dick," he said, "it's time you got out of this. I want you
to put on your best bib and tucker to-night and go with me to meet
some young people."

Dick carefully spread a pile of letterheads on the drying rack; then
shutting off the power, stood watching the machine as its movements
grew slower and slower. "Young people," he thought; "the Young People's
Society of the Jerusalem Church. I saw the announcement in to-day's
Independent. Church members--_she'll_ be there, and I'll have the joy
of seeing how near I can come to the candle without getting my wings
singed. Well, I suppose a fellow can't stay in the dark all the time,"
he said aloud, as he turned from the now motionless press.