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

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show my hand" said Mr.. Brown, not in the
least disturbed. "You see the boys will
drink-now hold on" he said, as the Par
son was about to deny the principle,
" there's no gettin' round that. The boys
will drink-somebody's got to sell the spiff,
han't they? Now hold on Parson, that's
not to be got round either Is it best to
do it on the square or mott On the square,
of course. Then l ask you fair question
now-ain't it better for me to do it on the
square than to have some scallawag, poison
in the boys with bad liquor, and sendin'
'em home drunk to pound their wives and
young ones You bet it is. You see,
Parson, if l don't sell it somebody else will,
and l might just as we'll have the coin as
the next man. do the fair thing by tho
boys, and none Of 'em can say Jim Brown
done 'em out of a red-no, sir"
"Oh, my friend" groaned the Parson,
you are blind! Can yoa not SEQ the
frightful responsibility you are iucurring? ?"
"Tll risk the responsibility, Par
But there's lot of the boys comm down
the road from Big Nuggets. I'll send up
your key; best room in tho house; tell
you when supper's ready; so long" and
Mr.. Brown bolted for the bar-room to re-
ceive the "boys from Big Nuggets"
The Parson shook his head and sighed,
received his key from Redtop, and sought
his room. "Jim Brown, proprietor of the
Oriental" was remembered in the prayers
of the good man that night.
"Boys," said Mr.. Brown, late the next
afternoon, to crowded bar,room, 81
s'posc you all see that ere bill stickin' up
there; don't you?"
(Which one ?" asked long thin indi-
vidual, Surly Jake by name, the cynic of
Quartzolopols.
"That one what says, Sunday-school
Mcctn','" answered Mr.. Brown.
"Well, what of it? asked the cynic,
crossing his legs and pulling his hat still
further over his eyes.
"Why, I want all you boys to read that
ere, and come out to the school-house to-
night and hear Parson Wandcrcr. Put
your hands in your pockets, too, for all
you're worth. We're bound to have a
Sunday school in this ere place, boys, and
We want books and sich."
"What dye want of Sunday school ?"
asked Surly Jake.
What do we want of Sunday school ?"
exclaimed Mr.. Brown, in incredulous in.
dignatiou. "What do we want of Sun
day school! Dye call yourself Christian,
to ask such question as that ere 2" he
inquired, his fat face all aglow with right
eous wrath. "Ain't We got children, Surly
Jake?"
Who said VIC hadn't 2" growlcd that
gentleman, edging off his chair, for he had
no wish to offend j. Brown, proprietor Of
the Oriental.
"You're no bctter'n heather, you amt,
by Judas; and you don't get no more tick
at this ere bar-no, sir! ]"
Have your Sunday school and be-,
fur all care" snarled Jake, moving to-
ward the door. "Only, all I've got to say,
is, that you're pooty man to run ma
chine O that kind, you are" And he
slammed the door in bitterness of spirit.
en'cmcn," said Mr.. Brown, huskily
with wrath "the man that goes agin this
ere Sunday school shuts tho tap O my
bar. The kids are runnin' wild, and
they've got to be trained up in tho right
way, aud the Sunday-schooPs the shop
for that kind O work. So come up, all
hands, and have drink.
Quartzopolis turned out nobly; tho
small school,house was crowded. large
and brilliant assemblage, the Thmderclap
called it. Parson Wanderer, supported by
two or three steady members Of tho COM
munity, occupied the platform, and each
in turn endeavored to impress upon the
mind of Quartzopolis the Importance Of
engcndering the love Of religion in the
hearts of the youth Of that metropolis.
The Parson spoke at some length. Voices
long unaccustomed Joined in the hymns;
everybody felt solemn and respectable. In
short, as Mr.. Brown afterward remarked,
ga spirit of shenanigation" prevailed.
The Parson pointed out the need ofa library,
a melodeon, ETC., for the prospective school,
and closed with stirring appeal for libe'
raj subscription.
Alas the subscription was not success;
the hat returned almost empty. Quartzo-
polls, it was plain, did not feel the urgent
need Of a spiritual nursery. A painful
hush fell upon the congregation, which was
soon broken by the noise of retreating
footsteps. All felt that the school project
was failure. The Parson looked detected,
and exchanged glances Of mournful mean
ing with the two or three brethren on the
platform. Doubtless Satan rcjoiced.
Suddenly tho voice Of Mr.. j. Brown,
proprietor of tho Oriental, was heard at
the farther end of the room, and his tat
little body rolled up the aisle. "Gents,'
he called as he stepped on the platform
and faced the congregation, "this ere
thing is disgrace to Quartzopolis. What
the - do you mean ?" and he glanced
around with great indignation: DO you
know what you're doin'? Do you want
YOUR kids to grow up hcathens Do you
want 'em to learn to cuss and drink whis-
ky? And ifyou don't want them children
O yours to do them things, what the "