The New Janitor

The Methodist church of a certain village in Nova Scotia had engaged a new janitor. He was fresh from the country and knew little of the duties upon which he entered. Directions were given him, however, ana he started in upon his workin mid-winter. The first Sunday morning was bitterly cold, and long before daylight John had the fires burning ín the furnaces. He had been instruoted to heat the auditorium until the thermometer registered 70 degrees, and at last he succeeded in getting the required temperature. An hour before the time of service one of the members came over to see that all was going well with the new janitor. After commenting on the severity of the weather he went to where the thermometer hung, and reaching up for it was about to put it outdoors tiat he might see how cold it was, when the janitor stopped him. "No you don't!" he cried, grasping him by the collar with energy. 'Tve worked here for ix hours ter git that termented thing up ter seventy, and if yer take it out an' git it down again it will take me six hours more, and the folks will come here an' freeze ter death!"