Cameron carried the letter, in
triumph, to the kitchen.
"Well," said the little woman; "didn't I tell you that one preacher
would have a hand in whatever work was started here? Of course you'll
accept?"
"I don't know," Cameron answered. "We must think about it."
A day later he called for a consultation with Elder Wicks, and Uncle
Bobbie said:
"To-be-sure, it's mighty hard for me to advise you in a thing like
this; for as a member of the church, I'm bound to say stay; and as a
member of the Association, I say, accept. I jing! I don't know what
to do." And for a few moments, the old gentleman thoughtfully stroked
his face; then suddenly grasping the arms of the chair fiercely, he
shouted: "As a Christian, I say, accept, an' I reckon that settles it."
And so Cameron became the manager of the new work; and his first
recommendation to the directors was that they send their Secretary
away for a vacation. And indeed Dick, poor fellow, needed it, though
at first he flatly refused to go. But Dr. Jordan came down on him with
the cheerful information that he would die if he didn't, and Uncle
Bobbie finished matters by declaring that he had no more right to kill
himself by over work, than he had to take Rough on Eats, or blow his
head off with a gun; "and besides," added the old gentleman, "you aint
paid me that hundred dollars yet. To-be-sure, the note aint due for
sometime; but a fellow has got to look after his own interest, aint
he?"
The first address delivered by Cameron in the auditorium of the
Association building, was from the text, "Ye shall know the truth, and
the truth shall make you free.
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