Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1884-11-29
SULLEVaN'S VISITORS.
The Popular God-PiIgrims TO His
Shrinc-Getting His Autograph.

From tine Boston Herald
John L. Sullivan is the biggest man in town
The pilgrimage to the waysiGe in, just out OF
the city limits. where he makes his headquar-
tiers under bargain by which. it is said, the
barroom receipts are divided with him by the
landlord, is made By hundreds every day. Sport
ing men OF high and low degree, in wagons
and afoot. make their way to the house. and
wait patiently, sometimes for hours, until the
champion returns from walk. The lament
able features of these gatherings OF worshipers
at the shrine OF the slug-gOd is the presence Of
boys in throDgs. Imagine the burning desire
OF the little rascals TO grow up into prize fight
ers. They have gone into training every one
OF them. as shown by the strding rapid gate
with which they walk to tie tavern from the
nearest street car line. An audaeious urchin
asked sullivan what he ate and drank
Blood, nothin but blood" was the reply
II drain boy about your size three times a
day"
The anxious inquirer escaped with no delay;
but the words of the illustrious man spread
among the lads with pugstc ASPIRATIONS, and
they got the further belief somehow that beef
blood from neighboring slaughter house really
composed most Of his diet. Consequences
that they go in numbers to the abattOir in
question, where the butchers provide all the
blood called for. The boys take it from tin
cup. while it is yet warm from the slaughtered
beasts. and some of them are able to gulp down
half pint without stopping for breath.
Not all OF the callers on Sullivan are rude.
The story is told in the tavern of girls morn
Ing visit. She sent in her card. "Show the
dufftr up" the champion said, without looking
at the card.
"'Iain't no dulrer, cir. Anyhow, think not,
cause it's girl
whats her sortI"
% Daisy"
- Rise ner up"
80 Rut She said shn1 yrait in tha norlor ~ vou'd
be Kind enough t" see her there
sullivan loafeu down to the parlor. no more
than half an hour awakened from his tipsy
sleep. ana doomed upon the startled vision of as
dainty little lady ns ever surrendered her slen-
der figure to the enwTapments Of fashion. She
rose and advanced timidlv to the giant whose
big. red british face relaxed none OF its charac-
teristc scowl. A days growth of black beard
roughened it, several blows in the previous
nights contest had left crimson spots his eyes
were bleary and lis clothes dlsneveled.
THE Church of the Faulist Fathers Is to hold
fair, the girl said, and | am Oh d committee
to solicit articles to place on Sale. / thought
you might be willing to contribute few auto
graphs"
"A few WHAT"
photographs. you know-your signatures
your name written on slips Of paper by your
self If You please. We would sell them for 81
apiece"
She did not know the ideal manner of the
successful slugeer is most threatening when lie
is amiable. When Sullivan glowered savagely
down on her, with wicked leer in his eyes
and an expression OF nausea around his
mouth and nose. she wouldn't have been
surprised If annihilaton had instantly happened
to her
''Of course. Mr.. Sullivan. il it would be dis
tasteful to you, don't do it," and she shyly re-
treated backward, keeping her mild eyes fixed
on his because she had read Of that method as
the only one for getting safely out Of wild
beasts cage.
"Oh, what We givin' me?" he exclaimed 81
amt no good at writin', but I'll have Dave Ma
loney make as many autographs as We want"
The missionary explained why that plan would
not do. Pen, ink and paper were brought and
with unsteady toll Sullivan signed his name
twenty times over.
Il always like to do all / kin tor religion" said
he, as he took one of the visitors hands and
most Of the forearm into his capacious grip
AN hope you'll find chumps to buy these
things" The soft smallness OF her hand
seemed to complete the conquest. and he very
savagely added: An If We can arrange Il set-to
betwxt me an one of your fellers. I'll put on
the gloves for the cause, an you shall take the
gate money"
The sweet missionary melted out OF the ROOM
satisfied that she had risked maItyrdom for
the church.