The Cadiz sentinel. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 1864-1911, 1867-09-11
saved by a "firacIe''-A:Fanc
Sketch.

The Trenton IN. j. American, a sadly
coppcrhesd sheet, thinking of Whist IL de.
serves in the other world, has the grace to
! admit that it will te "darned tipbt
squeeze" for its friends II it should escape,
and nsrrates the following:
| Question 70 he debated at the next meet.
ing Of the exclusives Of the Loyal League.
Can 9. man dying ID the Democr attic faith,
with all the perouisites of a Christian, 20
to heaven2" There are q very large mum.
Der of people who don't believe he can
The debate will be an animated one, Al.
though like the handle Of Jug. all on oua
side: Who will take the afffrnativeY
Why, we will, and sustain it by relating
a Boston story, which is precisely In point
Many years since there lived in The not over
| classic neighborhood OF Dock Square an
old fellow who was called by the boys Gem
eral H. He kept 'gin mill' and
prop hop" and was, altogether, what il
known as hard case. One morning ho
addressed crowd Of loungers thus:
Boys, had queer dream last nirht---
most ''stornary dream--tact."
Well, General, what was it? Wha. did
you dresm?''
Wall, boys, | dreamed + died"
mo! did youP Well" said all the crowd
IN breath, Where lid you 40 top
Went to heaven
20, come now. General, that il a l;t,M
too much, you know; couldn't be, yog
Fact, boys, for all that--I ven, ID
But how did you get in, Gencral?'
Wal, that's the queer part on il, and
I'll tell you how. You see when got over
there made my way up to gate and
knocked, and asked what place that was.
and somebody looked over the wall and AK
ed me what ! wanted, and said l wanted
to come inside. Then he said be was Saint
Peter, ard that was the gate of heaven.
and | told him that just where I wanted 10
get to. He asked me some questions, and
was just, goin' to let me in, when, just my
ttarnal luck, along came the devil, and he
lhollered out to Peter that l belonged to
him, and hadn't any business inside. Of
course | couldn't say nothing, but I felt
awful scary, Well, right away, Peter he
come outside, and says he: Satan, what
claim have you got on that soul?' why,
says the devil, he is my man; he's been
selling rum and shaking props down in Bos-
ton more than twenty years I admit
that, says Peter but didn't he always sell
good liquorT Well, yes, Tn bound to ad.
NIT he did said Satan. Did be ever cheat
at prop shaking?' Not that can prove
We'll, then, says the Saint. you can't have
him on that begun 70 feel better. boys.
when the devil, sayc he, but this fellow sold
rum on Sundays Peter looked sharp at
me, and ,ked me if that was SO. / daren't
lie, so said: Yes, but always paid tho
largest subscription of any man in the par.
ish to the ministers salaryi' WELL says
Peter to Satan, that alters the case agar.
you see. With that the devil got a little
riled, and says he, I can't bother here all
day about him-suppo>e we rattle for him
Agreed, lays Peter, and they threw me
down and sot on me, and Satan got the first
throw, and he threw three sixesl Oh,
didn't | feel myself goner when / felt
him wigge his tall for he thought and I
knew that three skies couldn't be beat, and
says he, Peter, I've got hin. Hold on,
says he, L haven't had my throw yet
And he took the box, and shook and shook
although | conldn It see the use on it, and
as I'm livin' sinner yet, he threw two
SKIES and a seceni The devil jumped up
quick, and putting off, says he, Peter, it
amt no sort of use; if you are goiug TO
come them miracles on me, you eau have
him!' So you see, boys, did get in, but
it took a miracle to do II,