The Democratic press. [volume] (Ravenna, O. [Ohio]) 1868-1901, 1876-07-27
A MISSIONARY. IN nox1Na GLOVES.

! "A Ell >SlON AfSA -sN 1bOA1NG GlIoN ES /.
The San Francisco Cal is responsi-
| BILE for this
The other day when the wind whis-
tied sad-toned jigs around the battery
little old man entered n saloon i'm
in that vicinity, and asked the bar
keeper if he could leave some tracts
there.
"a whole carload if you want to-
was the prompt reply, and the little
man placed package on the beer ia
bic, and softly said
There is no nobler cause than the
cause of the heather. We should all
contribute small share of our world
ly wealth to shed the Gospel light
across the sea-
A pair of boxing-gloves were softly
reposing on table, and the old man
felt of them and went on
It makes me sad to 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 drop
ped in, and the saloon keeper winked
at them and replied
'Do you want to make five dollars
for the heather p
Verify do
Put on the gloves with me and
knock me down. and I'll ante up cash
enough to convert regiment of AT
rican sinners H
'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,
desiring to see him knocked end up,
and he finally got out of his overcOat
with the explanation-
1T can't be sin to box for the cause
of the heathen.'
The saloonist meant to lift him oyer
one of the tables at the first blow, but
the blow was warded off very hand
scmely, and the little old man sighed,
sAh-um! The heather walk i'm
wickedness and they have souls to be
saved
Look out nowv cried the saloonisf,
rs be got in a left-hander.
Verify, will, and I will give thee
one in reiurn--for the heathen.'
He struck staggering blow, and
the saloonist was not so enthusiastic
AS on the start. lie took the defensive
and he soon had all the work he could
do.
That's another for the ignorant
minds on the far-off Shore sighed the
old man, as he Knocked the saloonist
against the wall.
There wasn't any Science about
him, but he struch to Kill, and his arms
were flying about like the spokes of a
wagon wheel.
Don't crowd a feller,,, called ont the
saloonist, SIS he was being driven back
md he got mad and put in his hardest
ticks. lie meant TO smash the little
old mal.'s nose as fiat as window
glass, but he could not do it. He got
in two or three fair hits, and was be-
ginning TO regain his courage, when
the aged stranger sorrowfnIly re-
marked
'Mv friend, the heaihen call, and
cannot tarry much longer. Take this
one, and may it broaden your views
on the heather question. Receive
this one in the spirit rendered, and
you may be sure the five dollars shall
be beacon light as far as it will go.'
lie 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 regained 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 mon-
ey.' he growled as he paid the wager
sMy road points towards Boating,
softly replied the old man, and l can
not tarry. Let US part friendly, for
only boxed thee for the heatheH's sake,
gave to thee, thou hast given TO the
heather, and now farewell!