The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1896-03-12
DE MOTT STREET KID.
He Tells n. Quad Why He Left the
Salvation Army.
he HAD A CHINAMAN ON i STRING
And Was Knocking All the Tough
BOwery B@ys Into the Ranks.


'What was that?"
''De fact dat I've left de Salvashun
Army. cully.''
t'But didn't know you belonged to
it"
''Well, I didn't go round shoutin de
moose, but / was right dere wild boat
feet jest de same. I was sort O. outside
assistant, ye know. I didn't beat de
drum nor do any singin, but got in me
work on de quiet. 1t started bout three
months ago. A Salvashun Teller cum
along yere and talked to me bout my
soul, and de fust ting knowed had
tears in me peppers, genooine tears,
Gully. He put it to me in SIGH a way dat
If hadn't bin rushed wild biz I'd hev
packed me grip and j'ined de Army fur
red hot work. Am flynn too high in
my larguidge, ole MANI"
"No; understand. 4"
"Dat's censolin. 1t does me good to
meet a Teller w at ketches on to me
classics offhand and don't hev to con-
| suit pocket diekshunary when sings
me tongue about. Sec to de Teller W at
brings de cologne to me optics wild his
bewtiful talk:
"'I can't leave me biz, stranger, to
be one O. ye at de barracks, but I'll do
work on de outside. I knows heap O.
mighty wicker buffers, I does, and I'll
Z % me inf1ooence to drive 'eru round
de meetin s. -
''That was kind of yeu,'' said.
eyes, but it didn't turn out dat
| way he replied. 81 turned dat matter
over and over in me mind, and it cum
to me dat would begin ON de ole duke
fust of all. -
"Your father?''
eyes, de Duke o. Mott Street. Say,
Gully, he's my ladder, but he's tuf. If
q cable car should run over him 20
/ times, de wheels couldn't find soft
spot. If it wasn't fur me political in
hooence and finanshul standin, de ole
boy would hev bin doom time long ago.
I Jest went home one night and seq to
| him:
"'Duke, de Salvashun Army wants
ye.'
''What fur?'
d" To make good man O ye.
How much sugar is dere in it?'
Mot bone, but dey'll sandpaper
yer heart and whitewash yer soul till
yell be like a newborn child. 1t WON'T
be four weeks before ye kin meet peel
er face to face and not feel weak in de
| knees. %
$4,000
asked. rs
| PREVAIL nuthin, cullyv' he replied
! in tones of disgust. DE duke broke me
head and driv me out, and it cost me
pint O. brandy to square de deal. Dat
didn't discourage me, however. Did
| We ever hear of de Baxter street parson?'
"No, never did. "
Giles a young Teller, and dey calls
! him de parson bekase he's wicked from
his eyebrows to his toe nails. Say, ole
| man, I've heard him use 500 cuss words
! in 55 seconds by de watch, and he
wasn't tryin to beat the record at dat.
| He gifts drunk, picks pockets, tips de
/ green goods chappies and bilks all de
! saloons. De amt 90 tuffness about
! him. It's all wickedness, and de nails
| are c1inched on de fur side. Well,
knows where de parson hangs out, and
hunts him up and seq:
"'Cully, cum wild me-.
"'Fur drink?'
mo. To hev yer bloonin soul dis
infected and hung up to dry and then
painted two coats O whitei'
'' L hevn It got any SOUL
"'Then we'll git bladder and make
ye one, and inside of two weeks yell
feel respectable huff to be knocked
| QOWu ny 0TOaQWdy Cdr
g Is it de SalvashuH Army ye meanP
| d" OATS de snap, Gully.
| Den don't waste no more time, fur
| I'm already too good OATS what ais
: mel can't git along fur bein too in
nercent and childlike4' "
''Then you failed with him?" I
queried.
"Dat's what ye might call it,, slow
! ~ replied de kid 1T makes me hot
under de collar to hear him work his
chin after dat style, and I took off me
| coat and sailed in and left him bloom
| in wreck on de floor. A copper run me
in, and paid 10 big dollars to keep de
| judge good natured. 1 wasn't droppin
| me promise to de Salvashun Army,
| however. 1 jest went around and tao
killed. all de tufts had de honor O.
| KNOWN, and gin 'em de choice O. bein
made over or O. putin up DER dukes
| wild me. l licked about nine O. 'eH1, and
me hans haven't got over DER soreness
yit, while de bones l parted wild at de
| Tombs fgger up over 90. 1 was feelin a
bit blue over de matter. but was still
doin bizness, when gifts a call from
dat same ole Salvashun fellar. Wat
dye tink he'd cum fur, cully"
''To thank you for your earnest efforts
perhaps
"Thanks be blowedl He jest trowed
me down as cool as ice. Said me racket
was way of de center, and was doin
more hurt dan good. All me walkin
about-all me arguments, all de punches
| got in de nose while tryin to steer de
tuffness o. de east side into de fold and
hev 'em properly whitewashed went fur
nuthin. Dat hurt me feelin's, Gully, and
l handed in me resignashun last night.
! I'm not workin fur de cause any more.
| H,ra SEQ dat hloka ON de 2,1