The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1874-04-02
NUMBER I3.
dickens aBa the Wonon's Crusade.

The Relieving story by Dickens will
/ be read With satisfaction, We hope, both
/ by those who favor and those who op-
pose the new crusade against intem.
i perance
Once UPON a tins. as AIr. Dickens re.
lates IN his = Tale Of Two Cites there
lived IN England o : resufrect ionist, =
that IS 70 say, a body -snateher, By the
name OF Jerry Crnncher, IN whose house
] the soene Of cur tale opens, Just as the
hero sEakens after night spent at his
] lRvorlte oOcupaa n..s-is .s.s. r.sr.r=a
Mr.. Cruncber. reposed under g patch
work couuterpane. like n harlequin AZ
home. At first he Slept hsavfly. bat
by degrees began 10 roll and surge in
bed until he nICse above the surface
with his spikv hair looking as If it
must tear the sheet to xibbons At
which junc5tfe he exclaimed, in q voice
OF dire evaporation
g Bust nae, II she Amt &C 1t againi r
A woman Of orderly and industrious
appearance rose from her knees in n core
ner with sufficient haste aud trepidation
. show that she was the person re-
ferrsd to. ~
| 'fWhati' said BIr. Cruncbes looking
out.of bed for boot. g You're at It
'agin, ase yon 2" ea
After hsiling the morn with this sec
ond sal ntatiOn, he threw q boot at the
woman ns q third. -
Is g What, said Mr. CrHncher, varying
his apostrophe after missing his. mark,
g What arc you mp to, Aggerawayters 2 :,
ir'tI usasaonly saying my PRAYERS. ~
E1's Saying your prayersi You are a.
nice w0man What do Jon lNea2 10y
looping yourself down and PEEging
agin me p
'' was not praying against YOU I
was praying for you.
q You wer'nt. And If you were, I
won't be took the liberty with. Here 4
Your mothers q mic woman, JelrY, go
ing q praying agin your fathers nrss-
perity. You've got q dutiful mo sler,
you have, my son. You've got a reli.
eious mother. you have, my boy going
and Bopping heeself down, and pray
ing that the Brad and butter may be
sastcchsd out II the mouth Of her only
child -
Master -Cruneber (who was in his
shirt) tOok this very i'll, and, turning to
his mother, strongly deprecated any
q And what do you suppose, you con
ceited female, Said PTr. Cfunoher, with
unconscious inconsistency, " that the
worth of your Elrsye rs may be2 Name
the. price that you + ut ypur prayers at. =
They only caTne from tho heart,
Jerry. They are worth no more than
that.
s'Worth no more than that?" re-
peafed Mr.. Ctuncher. "Thes aih't
worth much then Whether or no. /
WON'T be prayed aein, ,I5teH you. ]
can'b affcFdit I'm not going to be made
unlgeky for your sneaHng,a II. yon
must so Hopping yourself down, .hOpin
favor OF your husband and child, and
not in opposition to EN- IL / had any
'but an unnatural mother, might have
made some money ast week, instead of
being counterprayed and countermined
and being feligionsly eiroUmwonted into
the worst of luck. ssBu-u-st," said
Mr.. Cruueher, who bad been all this
time putting on his clothes, 'fif i amt,
what with piety and one blowed thing
and another, been choused this last
week into as bad luck as ever q poor
devil of an honest tradesman met with.
Young Jerry, dress yourself, my boy,
aud while clean my boots keep an eve
on your mother now and then, and If
You see any signs OF any more Hopping,
give me call. For tell you, here be
addressed his wife once more, "I won't
be gone agin in this manner y