A MAN who once talked with a Baptist minister from New England was much impressed with the varied and unusual experiences which fall to the lot of the country preacher. One thing especially appealed to his imagination.
"It isn't an easy life," he said. "You'd be surprised to hear how some country people treat their ministers. Why, this man said that one cold winter night he was hustled out of bed by a woman he didn't know, and ordered to come right away to her house two miles off, because her son was sick.
'But I don't know you,' the minister grumbled. 'Are you a member of my church? Am I your pastor?'
'No,' said the woman. 'I'm a member of Mr. McWade's church. Mr. McWade is my pastor. I don't care about calling him in, too. My son's case is contagious.'"