The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1888-08-18


questioned. Idleness did not agree with
hira, so he bought out the firm on the fatal
corner Of Sixth avenue and Twenty-thlrd
street. The same dark cloud that haunted
all the rest followed him. With the most
splendid stock OF goods in the city, and the
most accomplished salesmen and women,
he could not sell enough to pay his ex-
penses. Two weeks ago the Sheriff stepped
in and closed him up, and this week every
thing went under the auctioneer' hammer.
Do you believe in ghostsP No, sir Are
you superstitionP Not bit of it. Would
you walk under a lSdderP Not If | could
get around it. Believe in spirits2 That
question savois of Prohibition, sir, and
decline 10 answer.
The great revival is ended, and Broth
er Harrison has gone to Sing Sing, where
we board about two thousand gentlemen at
the expense of the State. Brother Harri-
son, at the closing meeting on Thursday,
said that the day before the proprietor of
great daily newspaper had sent for him and
asked him to pray for him. Since then
everybody has been trying TO find out who
the repentant sinner was. At first |
thought It was Pulitzer Of "The World"
but finally came to the conclusion that It
could not be him, as he Is generally re-
cognixed as being outside the pale of saw
| ing grace. An earthquake wouldn't touch
Dana OF "The Sum-" Then 1 thought of
Bennett of 1.-THE Herald" as he is fitting
subject for earnest prayer, and 1t occurred
to me that he might have sent dispatch
by the Mackey- Bennett cable to the young
evangelist for prayer. On reflection / came
to the conclusion that nothing but a mir
acle could save him. 1t could not be
Brother Shepard of "The Mail and Ex:
press" as he does not need prayers, being
already among the elect. Could 1t be
Whltelaw Reid of "The Trlbune?" Pshaw
no. The President of the profane Lotus
Club would never think of such thing
After much deliberation 1 settled down on
Henry Watterson. Mr. Harrison did not
say II was New York Daily-but great
daily newspaper. Now If any man needs
prayer for his salvation among the editorial
fraternity, with good fighting chance Of
being saved II ne will only repent of his
sins, that man is Henry Watterson of The
Louisville Courier-J Journal." He would
not make bad evangelist himself; and
when he gets over his summer outing, if it
was known in Kentucky that Harrison
prayed for him, even the Star Goddess
of Reform would have to take a back seat
I am sorry 10 say that although two thous-
and five hundred is reported as the sum of
the spiritual harvest, not one single news
paper reporter has been gathered in. Early
last week it was given out'that newspaper
reporter had risen and asked for prayer
When they told me he belonged to "The
New York World" that settled it. Yet
who knows what may happen when BROTH
er Harrison returns in the fall:
while the lamp holds out TO burn,
| The vilest sinner NAV return"
| MANS inhumanity to man makes count
less thousands mourn.' That's all very
fine, but you don't hear anything about
woman's inhumanity to woman. Oh, no.
You shove it all on man. Yet in Booklyn,
right across the river, lives Mrs Greenslade,
a very worthy little Engllshwoman, who
follows the vocation of a barber. Mrs.
Greenslade made the mistake that lots of us
have made-she picked out the wrong
fellow for a life partner, and did not find
out her mistake till the knot was tied so
fast that you could not unite it with your
teeth. Still Mrs. Greenslade made the best
Of her bad bargain, and tried to earn an
honest living. She tried keeping boarding
house, but the boarders eat her hash and
failed to pay her. She turned dressmaker,
but she ruined the stuff and her dresses did
not fit. At last, in despair she started a
barber shop, and she practlced on Green
slade till she got her hand in, and then she
took turn at the general public. Her first
customer was gay old boy, who had
married widow with ducats, about ten
years older than himself. Mrs. Greenslade
was rubbing in the lather under his chin
and was holding him tenderly by the nose
when Mrs. Curly walked into the shop.
To say that Curly got out of the chair in a
hurry, family describes what followed
Mrs. Curly tipped the scales at 247; Mrs.
| Greenslade turned the steelyards at 104 1-2;
but science made up the difference in
weight, and razor turned the tide of bat
tie. After that the woman of the neighbor-
hood turned against Mrs. Greenslade, and
eventually they drove her out. Her life
partner 10 crank who imagines himself a
prophet, and he now deyotes his time to
proving that Judas was the most worthy of
the Apostles. When Belya Lockwood
came to Booklyn to open her fight for the
Presidency, Greenslade got himself up in
base ball suit full Of stripes, with big red
heart on his breast, and sat right in front
OF the fair speaker, applauding every word.
From there he went to the Salvation Army,
and he gave them such dose that he land
ed In the police station. Meanwhile the
women have banded against poor little Mrs.
Greenslade.
The storm OF Saturday night struck us
very much like Western cyclone. The
display of celestial fireworks was some-
thing marvellous. For three hours the sky
was sheet Of fame, and its concentrated
fury burst on the works of the United
States Electrical Company, destroying a
portion of its plant and buryiug the city in
darkness from the City Hall to Fourteenth
Street. Forty of the workmen were
knocked down and fed from the burning
building. The storm ragged with great
fury for several hours, and left the city as
clean as new pin; for which, lightning
and all, Providence be thanked.
BROADBRIM.
OUR WASHINGTON LETTER