"More than that," continued Mr. McFettridge, "we want a minister that's
a good mixer--one that stands in with the boys."

"Hear! Hear!" cried Mr. Boggs again.

"A mixer! Exactly!" agreed the chairman. "A mixer!" nodding pleasantly
at Mr. Boggs.

"And another thing I will say," continued Mr. McFettridge, "now that I
am on my feet. We want a preacher that will stick to his job--that will
preach the gospel and not go meddlin' with other matters--with politics
and such like."

"Or prohibition," shouted Harry Hobbs from the rear, to the undiluted
joy of the youngsters in his vicinity.

The minister shook his head at him.

"Yes, prohibition," answered Mr. McFettridge, facing toward the rear
of the church defiantly. "Let him stick to his preaching the gospel; I
believe the time has come for a change and I'm prepared to make a motion
that we ask our minister to resign, and that motion I now make."

"Second the motion," cried Mr. Boggs promptly.

"You have heard the motion," said the chairman, with business-like
promptitude. "Are you ready for the question?"

"Question," said Mr. Hayes, after a few moments' silence, broken by the
shuffling of some members in their seats, and by the audible whispering