The Houston daily post. [volume] (Houston, Tex.) 1886-1903, 1899-06-29

From the Atlanta Journal.
sam Jones tested the capacity OF the
Tabernacle yesterday afternoon
And turned hundreds away.
He did not begin until o'clock.
But at $3.50 there was not room to
squeeze paper knife in, and the vesti-
bules doors and windows were over
flowing with people.
Wont ! git ter see himF asked
HEAVIEST country lady as she looked
despairingly at the packed building,
mo. we can't git a-near him." re-
piled her husband, lies go" and OF
they walked. the lady muttering, i've
hyard tell of Sam Jones fer many
years and would ruther see him than
Almost anything-hut It can't be did.
Or. Landrum made brief talk, az
ter which DR.. Broughton denounced all
the city officials who attended the Ear
room barbecue.
'I've got the names OF every city CT
fetal, candidate and politician who
went to that barroom barbecue and this
church, all my friends and all my in
fuence will be brought to bear to boy
colt them at tho polls when they oher
for election"
This was greeted with tremendous
applause and shouts OF Amen"
In fact applause and laughter were
the order of the meeting.
1t was like being in circus all the
time when Sam Jones was speaking
Round after round of applause fol-
lowed ripple after ripple of laughter,
and often cries of Amen" were
drowned by the tumultuous applause.
Mr.. Jones began his onslaught on the
devil at o'clock
1t was an unequal match-but for
over an hour 1t was a red hot fight.
Mr.. JONES SERMON.
Mr.. Jones tackled his satanic ma
jesty in the form OF whisky.
Il don't know any better place to
have a knock down and drag out fight
with the devil than right here IN At
lanta in Broughton's Tabernacle, said
he. I'm glad Atlanta has a storm
center here at last, with man like
Broughton to stir the sinners up.
Liquor" said he, lis the curse Of
this town. The love OF 1t is what is
running the people
Everything has a home in this
country except tramp. Even liquor
has got a home.
Its home is first the appetite OF
man. How men do love liquor. They
love it bad-they love It heap-they
love it better than their homes, their
families, their friends, than their very
souls, which they sell to the devil In
hell for liquorl
There was rich merchant in Nash
Vile. He had a splendid family-all
that's desirable in this life He
began to drink. He lost his fortune
his sweet wife, his dear children all
ebbed from him. He was left a rag
ged outcast in the streets.
lone day, while sitting on the curb
in rags, man stopped and said: Don't
you ever think about your grand home,
and your wife, your friends and your
children oh, yes, said he, but
want no home. want no money. I
want no friends no wife, no children.
l want but one thing-whisky!'
They say" continued Mr. Jones'
tndl II UODOuy business Wncn
man takes a drink l say it's every
body's business when a man takes
drink. Even the drunken boys. those
little pop-eyed fools, say: It's no.
body's business II take drink
What does 1t take to support ar
Atlanta saloon? It takes twenty old
topers who have passed the dead line
on their way to hell 1t takes twenty
steady drinkers who haven't quite got
to the dead line. 1t takes forty gem
tlemanly drinkers who drop in and
take an occasional dram
What do they say when you tell
'em about the widows and orphans that