The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1876-06-08
TAKEN IN.

The other day when the wild wind
wbistled sad-toned jigs around the bat
terry, little old man entered saloon IN
that vicinity and asked the bartender If
he could leave some tracts there.
A whole car load, If you want TO, was
the prompt reply, and the little old man
placed a package on the beer table and
softly remarked;
There is no nobler cause than the cause
Of the heathen We should all con.
tribute small share of our worldly
wealth to she'd the gospel light across the
seas.
A pair of boxing-gloves were softly
reposing on table, and the little old
man felt of them and went on:
Ii makes me sad to see such sinful
things lying around when the cost of one
glove might save dozen poor souls in
Africa.
Three or four OF the boys had dropped
IN, and the saloon-keeper winked at them
aud replied.
DO you want TO earn five dollars for
the heather!
Verify dol
Pat on the gloves with me and knock
me down, and III ante up cash enough
to convert whole regiment of African
sinners.
The cause is noble, the inducement
great, mused tho little old man, as he
toyed with the gloves.
The boys encouraged him TO go in, de-
slng TO see him knocked wrong end up,
and he finally got out of his oyercoat with
the explanation:
II can't be a sin to box for the cause Of
the heathen.
The salooniGt meant TO lift him over
one Of the tables at the first blow, but tile
blow was warded off very handsomely,
aud the little old man sighed;
Album! The heather walk 10 wicked.
edness aud they have souls to be saved
Look out, now! cried the saoonist, as
he get IN left handler.
Verify, will, and ] will give one in
relurn-fOr the heather.
lie struck staggering blow, and the
saloonist didn't feel quite so enthusiastic
~ on the start. He took the defensive
aud he soon had all the work he could
( do.
That's another for the ignorant minds
on the far.oG shore sighed the little old
man, as he knocked the saloonist against
/ the wall.
There wasn't any science about II, but
lie struck to Kill, and his arms were fly
ing around ike the spokes of wagon
wheel
. Don't crowd on feller, called the "a
Ioonist, as be was being driven back, and
be got mad and put 10 bis hardest licks.
He meant 10 smash the little old mans
nose as fiat as window glass; but be
could not do It.. lie got 10 two or three
fair hits, aud was beginning TO regain hi'
courage when the aged stranger sorrow
fully remarked: Ny friend, the heather
call, aud cannot tarry much longer
Take this ore, and may il broaden youl
views on the heatbon question. Receive
this one in the spirit rendered, and you
may De sure the five dollars shall breaker
light as far ar il will 90.
lie delivered two sledge hammer blow
right and left, and the saloonist got The
last on tie ear as he lodged the first.
He went over 10 beautiful style, and d
he regained his feet he felt in biz wee
pocket for the wager,
II you'n come around here tonight
and DO that again III double The money
Sc growled, a. be paid the wager
Ny road points toward Bosiiug, soiii!
replied the old man, and cannot tarry
let US part friendly, for ! only bozes
I thee for the heathen's sake. gave q
thee, thou hast given to the heather, ans
faNaaeN