"I believe I saw you coming out of a rumshop this afteruoon," said tbe Rev. Mr. Wilgus. "I guess yon did," said the parishioner. "On business, I hope?" "No, I will be candid with you. I went in to get a drink. You see it was this way. I had a plugged quarter passed on me. " "Yes." "And there are only two places a man can get rid of a plagged quarter - a church and a saloon. And of course I didn't want to pass it on the contribution box. "