Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1872-02-10

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hands few from bottle to bottle, and the
glasses spun along the counter, as the
guests lounged forward to imbibc. With
great gravity, the usual mods we're ex-
changed, the glasses solemuly chinked,
then gravcly the former occupations were
resumed
The replacing of bottles and energetic
riusing of glasses claimed the exclusiv-
attention Of the barkeep for several min
utes then the operation Of wiping the
counter was performed 10 highly profess
sional manner; then the little gray eyes
were for moment raised to glance at the
general effect. They met those Of the
parson with look of surprise and inquiry,
which was followed by, You didn't take
nothin', sir?"
"No, my friend" answered the Parson,
walking forward; "are you the proprie-
tor ?"
"Ycs, sir" said Barkccp.
"Then here is my card, SIR"
"Rev. G.. Wanderer, Missionary Sunday
school Organizing Association" read Bar
keep, suddenly stretching out his hand and
seizing that of tho Parson. "Just the
man we want, by jiminey |" he cried, shak-
ing the Parsons hand furiously. "Our
Sunday schools been gono to the bow
vows for close on year, and I've been
dyin' for preacher to come along and stir
up these ere Quartzopolites to sense Of
their dooty. run that ere institution,
Mister" said Mr.. Brown, leaning forward
on the counter, " for more'n year. l did,
by Judas Played lone hand, too, so
help me! Had to throw up the cards
though. after all. These ERE Quartzopol-
ties amt got none of the speeret. No, sir.
not smell" and Mr.. Brown seized the
towel and rubbed the counter viudictively
at the thought of the spiritual deadness of
Quartzopolis. g" But see here," he said
quickly, as vollcy of oaths broke from an
unsuccessful player at the table," this
amt no place for you, Parson," and seizing
bcllropc he jerked with great energy.
" Here, Redtop" he cried, as the sum-
mons was answered by headed youth,
"git behind here for half fan-hour, and
don't you give nothing to drunken Bob
over there: he's had enough. Keep yer
eve peeled now" So saying Mr.. Brown
threw off his apron and led the Parson to
the best parlor, the glory Of the Oriental.
"Havc a cigar? No? Well, 'sposc not"
remarked Mr.. Brown, lighting weed, and
Pumping into chair Immediately in front
of his guest "You see, Parson," he OBJ
served, as he settled himself for an easy
conversation, Quartzopolis amt big
place, by no means--only about three hun
dred, buns and all; but then it's lively
three saloons besides this one Of mine
fact" he said. as the parson looked slightly
shocked.
"Many children ? No end of 'cm, sir
runun' wild, too-that's the worst of it.
Nothin' like Sunday school for tamin'
them ere chickens-no, sir. Reel off your
plan, Parson, for you know what's the best
road to travel; any way, I'm bound to have
a Sunday. school or burst!
Mr.. Brown sat softly smoking as the plan
was unfolded. He agreed to see that the
placards calling a meeting for the next
evening were properly posted in the most
prominent localities of Quartzopolis. "Two
in my bar.room, sure" Also that the
school-house should be engaged at his
expense. "And, Parson," said Mr.. Brown,
when the plan had been fully discussed,
"wheuever you come to this ERE town,
don't you forget the Oriental, and--the
expense"
"My dear sir" said the Parson, thank.
ing him warmly, "you seem to have the
right spirit, and it gricvcs mo much that
mana Christian man I may almost say,
for you certainly love the Lords work
should be engaged in so soul-killiug q trade
as that you follow-the liquor business"
Liquor bizness," repeated Mr.. Brown,
elevating his heels, GIVE made my pile in
it, parson, SO won't fling mud att. It's
not over nice I'll allow-but there's heaps
O. coin in it. More'n twenty thousand
dollars spent for spiff in one year in this
ere town; every body takes a nip" and
Mr.. Brown complacently removed his cigar
aud blew mouthful of smoke at the burn.
ing end.
"It's terrible trade" groapcd tho Par
son.
"The worst in the world" admitted Mr..
Brown with candor.
"The root of untold misery" said the
Prason warmly.
"It's awful" cried Mr.. Brown, slapping
his knee. Whisky's the devils delight.
Sent more men to hail Columbia, killed
more women an children, and ruined more
good homes in this ere town than all the
disease and misfortuues put together
fact.' and Mr.. Brown eyed his cigar SC.
verely, with genuine grief and indignation
depicted in his countenance'
"Then why, in the name Of Heaven, do
you deal in iii" asked the Parson with
some natural heart.
~ do biz on the square, Parson. Never
gave drink to drunk, sir, never. Sell
the best, too. That's square, amt it! New.
cr gave man more n was good for him, an
close on Sunday. Set free lunch too
sive'm the worth of their money, you know.
That's square, amt it, Parson z!
.Narv poor morality nv friend You