The wood was sawed and split, and put under cover, and then the society returned to the village, as happy as happy could be. On the next day, they went to the church and heard how many heathen had been converted to the peculiar isms of the preachers; and on the day following that, they commenced another week of their newly found Christianity.
"Sam," said the owner of the machine-shop, "what were you and the rest of your party doing last Saturday afternoon?"
"Converting the heathen," answered Sam.
His employer was a church member, and in for foreign missions, and moreover had often tried to induce Sam into the mysteries.
It was some time before Sam would tell the secret, but his boss became so earnest that he at length told the whole story. For awhile the employer gazed upon his journeyman with wonder, but gradually, as a sense of the fact came over him, he hung his head.
"Sam," he said at length, earnestly, and with a tear in his eye, "let me join your society."
"But how'll you raise the money?" inquired Sam.
"Money?" echoed the boss. "Look at my bank-book."
"Ah, but that won't answer. You must save the money by depriving yourself of some superfluity, or luxury you now enjoy."
"Is that the rule?"