The Columbian. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1866-1910, 1876-05-26
Miscellaneous.
A Missinnnry In Rnying lilnyes-


The san Francisco C,U i3 resp onsble for
this:
The other day, when the winds whsied
sad-tone'l jg4 around the battery, little old
mln entered saloon, in that Ni3inity, and
asked the barkceper { he could leave some
tracts there.
IA whole carload, if you want TO-" was
the prompt reply, and the liule old man
placed package on . beer-table, and softly
said;
There's no noble cause than the cause of
the heather. We should all contribute a
small share of our worldly wealth to shed
the Gospel light across the seas"
A pair of boxing gloves were softly rcpo-
sing on table, and the little old man felt
of them aud went on:
1t makes me sad to sec such sinful things
lying around when the cost of one glove
might save dozen souls in Africa"
Three or four of the boys had dropped in,
and the saloon-keeper winked at them and
replied
"Do you want to earn five dollars for
the heather ?"
"Verily, do"
"Put on the gloves with me and knock me
down. and I'll ante up cash enough to con-
vert Il whole regiment of African sinners"
"The cause is noble, the inducement great" j"
mused the little old man, as he toyed with
the gloves,
The boys encouraged him to go in, desir-
ing to see him knocked wrong end up, and
he finally got out of his overcoat with the
explanation:
SIT can't be sin to box for the cause of
the heathen.'
The saloonist meant to lift him over one
of the tables at the first blow, but the blow
was warded Off very handsomely and the lit
tie old man sighed
"Ah-um The heather walk in wick
edness and they have souls TO be sayedw
"Look out now?" cried the saloonist, as
he got in a eit-hander.
"Veriy will, and will give thee one
in return-for the heathen."
He struck a staggering blow, and the sa-
loonist didn't feel quite so enthusiastic as
soon had all the work he could do.
"Thats another for the ignorant minds on
the far-off shore r sighed the little old man,
as he Knocked the saloonists against the
wall.
There wasn't any science about him.
but he struck to kill, and his arms were fly
ing around like the spokes of a wagon
wheel.
Don't crowd feller," called out the sa-
loonist, as he was being driven back, and
he got mad and ut in his hardest licks. He
meant TO smash the little old mans nose as
fiat as window glass, but he could not do
it. He got in two or three fair hits, aud
was beginning to regain his courage, when
the aged stranger sorrowfully remarked
"My friend, the heather call, and can
not tarry much longer Take this one, and
it may broaden your views on the hea-
then question. Receive this one in the spir-
it rendered, and you may be sure the five
dollars shall be beacon light as far as it
will 60"
He delivered two sledge-hammer blows right
and left, and the saloonist got the last on
the ear as he lodged the first. He went
over in beautiful style, and as he slowly re-
gained his feet he felt in his vest pocket for
the wager.
"If you'll come around here tonight and
do that again I'll double the money !" he
growled as he paid the wager.
"My road points toward Boston," softly
replied the old man, "and cannot tarry.
Let us pa:t friendly, for only boxed thee
for the heathen's sake. gave to thee, thou
hast given to the heather, and now, farewell ?