Memphis daily appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1847-1886, 1875-07-18

these great levers pressing more tightly
toward each other from their interstices,
there tTickled down the stalk Of the tree
great streams OF viscid honey-like fluid,
mingled horribly with the blood ana
ooZiDg viscera Of the victim. At sight
of this the hordes around me, yelling
madly, bounded forward, crowded to the
tree, clasped it, and with cups, leaves,
hands and tongues, each one obtained
enough OF the liquid to send him mad
and frantic.
HeV Jos. striker
New York Weekly
Max Adeler has the following: "Over
iu w. one of the churches recently
called clergyman named Rev. Jos.
Striker. In that city, by most unfor-
tunste coincidence, there also resides
prominent prize-fghter named Joseph
Striker, and TumOrs were atioat few
weeks ago that the latter Joseph was
about TO engsge in a contest with Jer-
sey pugilist for the championship. Our
sheriff considered it his duty to warn
Joseph against the proposed infraction
of the laws, and so be determined to call
upon the professor Of the art Of self-de-
tense. Unhappily, in inquiriDg the way
to the pugilist's house, somebody mlsun-
deEstOod the sheriff, and sent him TO the
residence of Rev. Jos. Striker, of
whom he had never heard. When
Mr.. Striker entered the room,
in answer to the summons, the
sheriff said to him, familiarly:
"He!lo, Joe! How are you%'
MIR. Striker was amazed at this ad-
dress, but he politely said:
"GOOd morning"
"Joe," said the sheriff, throwing his
leg lazily over the arm of the chair, az
came round here to see you about that
mill with Patsy DiDgus, that they're all
talking about. 1 want you to understand
that it can't come off anywheres around
here. You know well enough it's against
the law, and l amt a-gOing to have il"
Chill! Mill, sir? What on earth do
you mean?" asked Mr.. Striker in aston
ishment. ~ do not own any mill, sir.
Against the law. / do not understand
you, sir"
"Now see here, Joe," said the sheriff,
biting off piece OF tobacco and looking
very wise, "that won't go down with
me. It's pretty thin, you know. I
know well enough that you've put up
one thousand dollars On that little affair,
and that you've got the whole thing
fixed with Bill Martin for referee. l
know YOU'RE going down to Pea Patch
island to have It out, and Pm not going
to allow it, III arrest you as sure as q
oun if vou try it CD, now mind me.U
"Reslly. sir,u said Mr.. Striker, "there
must be come mistake about
"Oh, 10, there isn't; your names Joe
Striker, isn't it?" asked the sheriff.
"Mv name is Joseph Striker, certain
lv.u
~ knew it,n said the sheriff, splitting
on the Garnet "apd YOU sea pve cot this
thing dead to rights. 1t shan't come off,
and Pm doing you s. favor in blocking
the game, because Patsey'd curl you all
up and siaken you anyway il let you
reet him. know he's The best man,
and you'd Just lose your money and get
all bunged up besides; 50 you take my
advice, now. and quit. You'll be sorry
if you don,t.n
~ do not know what yGu are refer
rfrg to-" said Mr.. Striker. "Your re-
marks are not only incomprehensiblet to
me, but your tone is very offensive, and
if YOU have any business with me I'd
thank YOU to state it at once.n
"JOe,n said the sheriff, looking at him
with benign smile, "you play it pretty
well. Anybody'd think you were innO-
cent as a lamb. But it won't work, Jo-
seph; it won't work, / tell you. I've got
duty TO perform, and Pm going to do
it, AID pledge you my WORD il you and
Dingus don't knock off now, I'll grab
you and send you up for ten years as
sure as death, Pm in earnest about il. ~
"What do you mean, sir?" asked Mr..
Striker, fiercely.
ooh, don't you go to putting on any
airs about it. Don't you try any strut
ting before me" said the sheriff, "Or I'll
put YOU under bail this very afternoon.
Let's see, how long we're YOU in Jail the
| last time? Two years, wasn't it? Well,
vou 60 fighting with Dingus and you'll
get ten years, surer"
"You are certsinly crazy" exclaimed
Mr.. Striker.
81 don't see what you want to stay at
that business for, anyhow,n said the
sheriff. "Here you sre, in a snug home,
| "a here Won might live in peace. and keen
respectable. But, no. YOU must associate
with low characters, and 90 to stripping
Yourself naked, and jumping into q ling
TO get your nose bloodied and your head
sweIyed. and your pody hammered to a
igIlv, and ali for what? Why, for q
cbanapi0nship! It's ridiculous. What
ooodjiI if d. Won If Won are chsmnion?
| Whv DON'T Won trv to he honest and de.
cent and let nrizs-fiphtinp aIOne2u
WThis is the most extraordinary con-
versatjon T ever listened tor said Mr.,
Striker. HYou evidently take me fol
al
81 take Won for Joe Striker. and if YOU
keen on PHI take Won TO isiI.D said the
sheriff, with emphasis. "Now tell me
who's got those stakes, and who's your
trainer, and I'll put an end to the whole
thipg.h
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