Pioche daily record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1872-1876, 1874-03-21

The female crusader business is good
deal like the cholera which breaks out
and leaves in sudden and unaccounta-
BILE fashion; appears at the same time at
points widely distant and makes some
singular leaps, touching this and leaving
that place unscathed. This crusading
disease appears to act in the same man
ner. Now, about the last places We
should have expected to see a demonstra-
ton OF this character. was in Phoebe.
But wonders never cease, and sure
enough, going up town the other even
ing, small boy. who is cross between
a bootblack and a news boy, shouted
out, "Here they come. Hooray! Now
for it," Somewhat astonished We offered
mild interrosatory as to whose advent
was approaching. When, with supreme
disgust, my juvenile informant said
"Who? don't yer know spooney. Why,
the praying women to be sure" Sure
enough there they were, walking along
as demurely as possible, all dressed in
dark clothes, looking as solemn as 30
many fees dipped in bottle of ink.
Finding that they would make their first
onslaught on Russ Scott's saloon, we
hied us thther, and in few minutes
they filed in. The leader who confden-
tally informed us she was Mother Stew
art, and had peculiar voice and breath
that smelt like beer key, then asked
for the proprietor, when in walked our
friend Russ. Poor fellow, We felt for
him, lie evidently thought he was
goner, for Mother Stewart went for
him. She exhorted, she tugged him, she
wept over him, she prayed, she sang
1--WE thought her musical education had
been neglected.. and then she pulled
out her book and profered the
pledge. Poor Russ. He did not
know what to say, stammered, and finely
invited the whole band to take drink.
We seized the opportunity to ring in.
and there was immediately sound OF
smacking lips while Mother Stewart
sided up to the bar just as il she were
used to it, but one of her band tainted
with horror at the invitation, and didn't
come too until she had, unconsciously OF
course, imbibed quart Of whisky and q
gallon OF lager. She had liked not to
have recovered at all, but as the last
quart of lager disappeared she said she
felt encouraged. We thought she ough,
TO be with that dose. While this was go.
ing on Mother Stewart was getting sigma.
lures and examining all the bottles in the
bar-she and her band emptied a good
many. They said 1t was to get rid OF the
filthy stuff in them. and ms they didn't
like to pour it out on the nice carpeted
floor they drank it all. as modification
TO the flesh. Soon after one Of them fell
down and wouldn't stop to get up. say.
ing she was "bound for the land Of
Canaan" Prayer was now in order
i when, just as they got down on their
knees, the crowd most irreverently pushed
aid rushed about SO that Mr.. Scott was
thrown right on top of poor Mrs. stewart
and her band. This caused great confu.
sion, when one of the spectators who
four knives, swore no one should strike
woman in his presence, and began tc
q flourish his weapons, when-by accident
of course-he knocked Mrs. Stewart,
coal scuttle over her head. so that she
had like to have been stranaled with thu
strings, 1t took pint Of whisky t.
bring her to her senses. BY this tim,
the spectators had got to quarrelint
among themselves, aud all sorts of weap
ons and Christmas presents were drawn
in the midst OF which Mother Stewar
fainted again. As they carried her dowl
stairs somebody said she was drunk
That was q Islander of course. Thougl
little rebuffed, the band is not dis
eouraged. and intend visiting all house
where the fair and frail most do congre
gate, Chinatown and the Courthouse