The daily Argus., 1875-01-11
Ghe 99ailg Argns.
Help to the Heathen.

49,. . E-E d q
A man about thirty years old, wearins
a battered plug. hat and seedy clothes
looking as hungry as man who had beer
wrecked on an iceberg, softly entered {
sOloou, and leaning OF er the bar whisper
ed to the proprietor:
My dear sir. am canvassing fol
subscriptions for the benefit of the
heather" 81 p s44
''Ish dot SOP" replied the saloon kee-
per. raising a glass. 5ss ri
''Yes, my friend, that is So" eontin
ued the man, taking out a very greasy
! pass 'book. "Yes, / am collecting money
for the poor heather. who are living in a
state vice and ignorance. Some put down
ten dollars-some fve-some one, all
give something. Here is the book, and
you can subscribe such an amount as you
think BEST -
''Ish it bedition to dem COMMON
gouncil?" inquired the saloonist, as he
looked at the book.
mo. sir you do not understand my oh
ject. am collecting subscriptions for the
benefit of the heather, and you can write
your name and give me such an amount as
your conscience directs"
We're ish dem heathensY' inquired
the beer seller, looking colby at the strar-
gers battered hat. ill.,.
I'm Africa" replied the agent, 10 far
off Africa. where all is gloom and Ion
illness because the heather have no educa-
tim
"And vat county is dat Africa in?'' in-
quired the saloonist.
My dear man. Africa is country-a
great big country, far over the deep blue
sea. Is it possible that you never heard
II Africa p .-
Il haf lived in Toledo and Chica-
gp, but didn't hear some one ever say a
word about Africa?" a-tt
"Well, that is neither here nor there.
L am authorized to collect subscriptions
tor the heather, who is running about in
state OF nakedDess and sinfulness, and
who must have bread for his mind and
be brought to realize that he should live
ior something besides this hte.''
Yah, DIT ish So" replied the saloon
ist in reflective tone.
'Yeu contribute whatever sum you NAV
think best, and I forward it to Boston hy
he first mail, where it is turned into
b bles, and the Bibles shipped to Africa.
dust people esteem it privilege to be
iiiOWCu w SuUoCliuc W tiiiS luuu. Will
you write your name dawn?"
Il thinks vill." replied the man, and
he hunted up his pencil, and after much
labor wrote his name on one OF the pages
and handed the bouk back with the re-
mark:
Il dunno if you can't read il. !" -5t.s
THAT is all right, but you have neglee-
| red to mark down the amount of contrib
ltinn. Lets see-will you say dol
lar2" I'm
What p;
will you give the sum of one dollar
for the heather p
"Ha! What you spoke about ?"
Twill you give me dollar to forward
| to the pour beni ghted heatben?"
m M,ney-give yau money!"
"Yes-far the heathen."
''Hif you vnn dolar?"
'Yes dollar for the benighted who are
Iwelling in darkness.
The salonn keeper lonked at him for a
laf minute, and then, reaching down for
.lub, said:
You'd better go out py dot door! |
ign dat pook to get dot heather some
lose by de po, master. und DIT is blen
VI II ynu sthay here some little while
u're shall hit you init dis Club on dc
| ,'ad J.
My dear
''GD aus NIT dot door p yelled the sa
IN keeper. running from behind the bar.
| .nd the callvasser went.-Detr0if Fire,
ress.