The Republican journal., 1876-06-01
For the Hentheu.

The other day. when the wind whistled
sadtoned around the Battery. a little oil,
man entered a saloon. in tnat vicinity,
and asked the bar-keeper il be could leave
some tracts there.
"A whole carload, if you want to, > was
the prompt reply, and the little old man
placed package on beer-table and soft
ly said:
"There's no nob.er 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 re-
posing on a table and the little old man
felt Of them and went on:
'lt makes me sad to see such sinful
things lying round when the cost of one
glove might save q dozen souls in Afri-
ca"
Three or four of the boys had dropped
| in, and the saloon keeper winked at them
and replied
"Do You want TO earn s. for the hea-
then 7"
"Nerily, do"
"Put ou the gloves with me and knock
ME down, and iii ante up cash enough to
convert whole regiment Of African sim
ners'
The cause is noble, the inducement
| great" mused the little old man, as he
toyed with the gloves
The boys encouraged hlm to 60 in. de-
| siriug to see him knocked wrong end up,
and he finally got out of his overcoat with
| the explanation:
1t can't be a sin to box fur the cause
Of the heather"
The saloouist meant to lift him over
one of the tables at the first blow, but the
blow was warded of very handsomely
and the little Old man sighed
album! The heather walk in wick
edness and they have souls to be saved -
Look out, now cried tie saloonist.
rs he got in u left handler
Verify. WILL and will give thee one
| in rcturn-tor the heathen.'
He struck q staggering blow, and the
| saoonist didn't feel quite 50 enthusiastic
as on the start, He took the defensive,
do
"That's another for the ignorant minds
on the tar-otf shore " sighed the little
old man as he Knocked the saloonist
against the wall
There wasn't any "scieuce" about him.
hnt he struck to kill and his arms were
flying around Ike the spokes Of wagon
wheel.
Don't crowd teler.' called ont the
sal0ouist, as he was being driven back
and lie got mad and put in his hardest
| licks. He meant to smash the little Old
mans nose as fiat as window glass but
he could not do it. lie got in two or
three fair hits, and was beginning to re-
gain his courage. when the aged stranger
sorrowfulIy remarked:
My friend the heather call, and can
not tarry much longer Take this one,
and may it broaden your views on the hea-
then question Receive this one in the
| spirit rendered and You may be sure the
! five dollars shall be /; beacon-light rs far
as it will go"
lie delivered two sledge-h hammer blows,
right and LETT. and the saloonisr got the
last on the ear as he lodged the first. He
went over in beautiful sly e, and As he
slowly regained his feet he felt in his vest
pocket for the wager.
IF you'll come around here tonight
and DO that again Ill double the money ~
he growled as he paid the wager
"My road points toward Bosting," soft
ly replied the old man. land can not
tarry Let Us part friendly. lor | only
/ boxed thee for the heathens sake. gave
to .hee, thou hast given to the heNthen,
and now, farewell Y { San Francisco Call