New Orleans Republican. [volume] (New Orleans, La) 1867-1878, 1876-10-15
A Kuock.down Argument for the He.shs.

The other day. when the wind whistjM
stationed jigs around the Battery, lttb
old man entered a saloon in that vicinity
and asked the barkeeper if he could leave
some tracts there.
"A whole carload, if you wan. to- VI
the prompt reply. and the little old mar
placed package on a beer table and sottlJ
said:
There's no nobler cause than the Gauss
of the hesthen. We should all contributs
small share of our worldly wealth to ened
the Gospel light across the seas"
A pair of boxing Gives were softly re-
posing on a table, and the little old man
felt Of tht N and went or:
| 1T makes me cad 10 see 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
AID replied:
"Do you want to earn IS for the heashenr'
verify, do
Put on the gloves with me and knock
me down and I'll ante up cash enough to
convert = whole regiment of African sin
ners"
"The cause is noble, the inducement
great" unused 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 Overcoau with tho
explanations:
1T can't be sin to box for the cause Of
the heather
The saloonist meant to lift him over one
OF the tables at the frst blow, gu. the blow
was warded off very handsomely, and the
little old man sighed:
Album! Tie heather walk in wicked
ness and they have souls to be saved
Look out now cried the saloonist, a.
he got in lett-bander
verify. will, and will give thee one
IN returD-for the heatnen.'
He struck staggering blow. and the sa-
loonist didn't feel quite SO enthusiastic as
on the start He took the defensive. and
he soon had all the work he could do.
That's another for the gnoran. minds on
tie lar Oft Shore sighed the little old man
as be knocked the saloonist against the
wall
There wasn't any science about him,
but he struck to kill, and his arms were
hging about like the spokes of wagon
wheel.
Don't crowd feller," called out the sa-
loonist as he was being driven back, and he
got mad and put in his hardest ticks. He
me ant to smash the little old man g nose a.
tlat as window glass, but he could not do it.
HIS got in two or three fair hits, and was
beginning to regain his courage when the
"seu stranger s"Iro"Iuliy remarked:
My friend, the heather call, and can
not tarry much longer. Take this one, and
may it broaden your views on the heather
question. Receive this one in the spirit ten
dered, and you may be sure the S. shall DO
a beacon light as far as it will CO."
ne 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 round here tonight and
do that again I'll double the money! he
growled, rs he paid the wager.
My road points toward Bosting," softly
replied the old man, land l can not tarry.
Let US part friendly, for l only boxed thee
Tor the hesthen's cake. gave to thee. thou
hast given to the heather, and now, fare
Francisco Gail.