The Pascagoula democrat-star. (Pascagoula, Miss.) 1878-1920, 1892-10-28
CHE Aemorrat-St,
HAVING FIN WITH mn

uen''en'th' SAID The old fam
er as he came up the sleus os ",m'
hotel veranda, I'm a cIr !. ,as
man an! a prayin' man. ami lsA
the L"rd forgive me for wha, may
about 10 dn!' mat IN
what are you about 10 do,,
asked one Of The crowd. wy
I'm about 10 ask n th....
anybody among you who caa Is
on the boxin' gloves and I.i ps
my son Bill into the n,idd'a !
next week! Bill is 20 Years u. y
and he's got a fit IN To be = o 'lu,
fighter: I've talked and ,a! lug
but IT don't do no good. H4'sa
sot as a mule, and nothin' ~; =,
change him TIL somebody com rnl
al"ns and knocks his chin off e'
Where is your son r. asked n.
man who had spoken before. "e
Over here in a place thew c.u
The rink. He's even bIos; S',
around that he's goin' TO open
boxin' sknle. Consarn him. In,
he thinks don't know pu,iy.s
And you want somepne tn mn,
on the gloves and crack his law p
Il do, and III give The crack,
s. iur his work. DO you scr,n
as they call il 7" H
Just a litIle-just enough IN
make your son Bill see abou,
million stars while he is falling
Pm feeling pretty well this morn.
ing and will 60 over and ,jckIe
William on The chm"
Good! The five is yours If Won
do il. Haunt you a %drumm+rn-
"Yes, l travel tor a Bu0alo
house, but that's no reason why
cant have some fun with your son
Bill" '0'
"Not a bit Of it. Don't break
his neck or anything, but put him
10 sleep, a. they call 1t. You
know how to do it,"
The drummer looked like an
athlete, and from The confident
smile on his face we had no Doubt
OF his proves as q boxer. The
whole crowd went over to the rink,
and Bill was fund mending a rim
IN an old glove. He was long and
lanky. He lad white eye.brows
and a vacant expression in his
turnip colored eyes. a lumber Of
villagers dropped in, and pretty
soon the drummer picked Up
glove and said:
"Wnnder II there IS any one
around here who can box ?"
II believe my son Bill over thar
does a leelle b~oxin'." replied The
old man as he happened in Just
then.
Docs he. H-re-you--want
to put on the gloves z"
II don't keer," replied Bill, anil
ne slowly got up and thrust his
biz, sun burned paws into a pair
Of gloves.
'.Play him 4 couple of minis
and then crack him." Whispered
the father.
As The Two squared off Bill ap.
peared rs awkward a. a haycock
on stills, but for all Tia, The drum.
mer failed TO gel in on him. After
abcu a minute, and while We
were wondering why Bill didn't
drop, the Buffalo man suddenly
fell in a heap and lay like a log.
II took us len minutes TO bring
him to. 1t took him another ten
To locate his surroundings and say:
"S"n.e Of you boys help me over
TO the hotel AMI then get a doctor
10 sci my jaw"
II thought you was goin' 10
make Bill see stars" said the old
man as he came up.
You 60 away, you old vi!lianr
"Gelllemen, listen TO him! A
I'm a Christian man and a prayin'
man. | had The oxen cart ali ready
behind the rink 10 load Bill in and
take him home TO die. | didn't
s'pose Bill could knock a grass
hopper off a posi-. Won't someO Of
the resi- Of you gentlemen put up
your dukes, rs they call il, and
slam him 10 hashg It's IS dollars
for The %slammer."
Bui William waited in vain. No
slammer appeared, and an hour
later The old man passed the hotel
on his way home and yelled at his
oxen:
"Haw, thar, Nero-.gee up, Buck!
Whoa, now! Gentlemen, I'm
mighty Shrry, but l was deceived
in Bill myself. Stand still, Buck
If any The rest OF you should feel
like"-
But We rose up and threw chairs
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