dootless"--with a suspicious glance toward Bill--"rejoice in its erection.But we maun be cautious, an' I wad like to enquire hoo much money a kirk cud be built for, and whaur the money wad come frae?"The Pilot was ready with his answer.The cost would be $1,200.
The Church Building Fund would contribute $200, the people could give $300 in labor, and the remaining $700 he thought could be raised in the district in two years' time.
"Ay," said Robbie, and the tone and manner were sufficient to drench any enthusiasm with the chilliest of water.So much was this the case that the chairman, Williams, seemed quite justified in saying:
"It is quite evident that the opinion of the meeting is adverse to any attempt to load the community with a debt of one thousand dollars," and he proceeded with a very complete statement of the many and various objections to any attempt at building a church this year.The people were very few, they were dispersed over a large area, they were not interested sufficiently, they were all spending money and making little in return; he supposed, therefore, that the meeting might adjourn.
Robbie sat silent and expressionless in spite of his little wife's anxious whispers and nudges.The Pilot looked the picture of woe, and was on the point of bursting forth, when the meeting was startled by Bill.
"Say, boys! they hain't much stuck on their shop, heh?" The low, drawling voice was perfectly distinct and arresting.
"Hain't got no use for it, seemingly," was the answer from the dark corner.
"Old Scotchie takes his religion out in prayin', I guess," drawled in Bill, "but wants to sponge for his plant."This reference to Robbie's proposal to use the school moved the youngsters to tittering and made the little Scotchman squirm, for he prided himself upon his independence.
"There ain't $700 in the hull blanked outfit." This was a stranger's voice, and again Robbie squirmed, for he rather prided himself also on his ability to pay his way.
"No good!" said another emphatic voice."A blanked lot o' psalm-singing snipes."
"Order, order!" cried the chairman.
"Old Windbag there don't see any show for swipin' the collection, with Scotchie round," said Hi, with a following ripple of quiet laughter, for Williams' reputation was none too secure.
Robbie was in a most uncomfortable state of mind.So unusually stirred was he that for the first time in his history he made a motion.
"I move we adjourn, Mr.Chairman," he said, in a voice which actually vibrated with emotion.
"Different here! eh, boys?" drawled Bill.
"You bet," said Hi, in huge delight."The meetin' ain't out yit.""Ye can bide till mor-r-nin'," said Robbie, angrily."A'm gaen hame," beginning to put on his coat.
"Seems as if he orter give the password," drawled Bill.
"Right you are, pardner," said Hi, springing to the door and waiting in delighted expectation for his friend's lead.
Robbie looked at the door, then at his wife, hesitated a moment, Ihave no doubt wishing her home.Then Bill stood up and began to speak.
"Mr.Chairman, I hain't been called on for any remarks--""Go on!" yelled his friends from the dark corner."Hear! hear!""An' I didn't feel as if this war hardly my game, though The Pilot ain't mean about invitin' a feller on Sunday afternoons.But them as runs the shop don't seem to want us fellers round too much."Robbie was gazing keenly at Bill, and here shook his head, muttering angrily: "Hoots, nonsense! ye're welcome eneuch.""But," went on Bill, slowly, "I guess I've been on the wrong track.
I've been a-cherishin' the opinion" ["Hear! hear!" yelled his admirers], "cherishin' the opinion," repeated Bill, "that these fellers," pointing to Robbie, "was stuck on religion, which I ain't much myself, and reely consarned about the blocking ov the devil, which The Pilot says can't be did without a regular Gospel factory.
