"We'll save a few young men who are startin' fer Hell by way of the saloons and bawdy houses."
"No you won't. The Gospel and the Gospel alone, is the power of God unto salvation. God never ordained that men should be saved by reading rooms and such."
"I believe I know just the man we want," said Uncle Bobbie, turning to the young people, when the deacon had at last subsided into an attitude of sullen protest.
"Who?" asked one of the young ladies, with the hint of a laugh in her eyes, as she looked at their stand-by.
"That printer of Udell's. He's a clean, strong young feller, and
I believe would be glad of some sech place to spend his evenin's.
Of course he aint a Christian, but—"
"Not a Christian," cried Wickham, starting to his feet again; "not a Christian? And you propose to let an alien take charge of the Lord's work? I wash my hands of the whole matter."
"Are you sure he will be all right?" asked the other girl on the committee.
"Sure," replied Wicks, "if he will take it, and I think we can get
Charlie here to see to that."
Charlie nodded. "It will be a splendid thing for him," he said; and then he told them how Dick spent his evenings alone in the office, rather than go to the only places open to him.
"Well," said Uncle Bobbie, "let's fix it that way. Brother Wickham, we have decided to ask Richard Falkner to take charge of the rooms."