The Washington weekly post., 1900-09-25
Followed BY the Car.

Followed bs tue tat.
this mans case as a starter. and before |
get through with things I'll make Rome
howl. Right here and now I'll begin Il
temperance crusade"
Then you'll 90 a very foolish thing and
get yourself i'll no end of trouble You'd
much better come in and smoke your ci-
gar and let the man sleep for an hour
and then stagger of home"
Mrs. BOwser entered the house and he
descended the steps. followed by the cat,
and bent over the man on the grass.
whose legs were doubled up under him as
he snored in blissful ignorance. 1t took a
great deal of shaking and punching and
rolling TO arouse him. but at last he sat
up and looked stupidity around him and
called out:
'Wha-what's er mazzer? Whaz you hit
tin me f'r?''
my dear fellow-man. ! am here to aid
you" replied Mr.. Bowser Some one. in
order to make a few cents profit, has sold
you liquor and made a beast of you Come
with me and point out the man. aud / will
let him know what the world thinks of
him. All, the shame of 1.-THE shamer'
"Yesh. shameful case-shameful," NUT
tered the man as he seized the iron rails
of the fence and pulled himself to his
wabbly legs. SHAY, old man, you goin'
| buy me noZzer glass er beer?"
No, indeed. I'm going TO save you.
Brace up and try and throw off this STU
| por, so you can go with me-"
Coin ter shave me- eh? Well. | want
ter be shaved. When We goin' ter get er
beer, eh?"
There will be no more beer. my
friend, solemnly replied Mr.. Bowser. az
he patted the man on the arm. 1 take it
that you have a wife?''
Yes, got er wife"
And ehildren?'
'Yesh: sheven little children"
And they may be hungry at this mo-
ment because you have spent your money
| for drink. l can almost imagine that |
hear their walls for bread"
~ esh, wailin f'r bread, and hain't got
no bread" said the man as he began TO
| soften. Wife and sheven children wailin'
f'r bread, and I'm full er beer!'
| And some one ought to be sent tn
| State prison for the situationi Man. Won
| were tempted to drink
"Yesh; tempted 10 drink Had er quar-
/ ter ter buy bread fr er children. and
man said l had better spend it f'r beer.
| lie orter be shent prison. Wish | had
Il see. When the craving once begins
IT is hard TO satisfy it. You'll get no
more beer, however. l am goslg to save
you from yourself Let me get NV hat
ana then you come with me-"
| Are YOU going ter shaloon?"
Yes; / want TO take in half a dozen
saloons and hold you up as an object les
son. After that we will take bread and
! hope and consolation TO the wife and
| children"
Where are you gOing?" asked Mrs.
| Bowser as Mr.. Bowser came in for his
| kat
I'm going TO start a crusade against
/ intemperance," ne replied. There's a
| man who has been reduced to the level
of hog by dealers in strong drink, while
| his wife and children are starving"
But you'd better steer him out of the
| gate and let him go. You'll only get into
| trouble If you pursue this fad"
Fad! Fad. Woman. have you got
/ human feelings, soul. heart, any care
| whether your fellow-creatures walk up-
! right or groyel in the gutter? / shall go
with MIN. l shall start a crusade.
/ shall accomplish something for human
| ity"
Sne could say no more She stood on
! the steps with the cat while he took the
/ drunken man by the arm and led him up
/ the street. She sighed as she felt that
something was about 20 happen, but the
/ cat arched her back aud grinned. Mr..
/ Bowser led his man into the first saloon
/ he came 10. There were a dozen men
drinking AZ he bar, but he needed them
not as ne fastened his gaze on the saloon
keeper in his shirt sleeves and said:
"Wrecker OF homes and destroyer of
/ family happiness, behold your work."
what's the matter with you, old mang''
was the reply as the saloonist came from
/ behind his bar
The matter with me- sir-the matter
with me is that / found this man reduced
To the level Of a beast through your in
| fiuence and temptations. Gaze on him,
/ He is a husband and father His wife
weeps and MS children cry for bread.
while you nave taken his last cent for
| drink"
| 'Yesh. taken my lash shent," tearfulIy
| added the convert.
You old duffer. but what do you
nean?" shouted the saloon keeper. as a
dangerous look cleaned in his eyes
Il mean that you and others have
wrecked this poor mans life and that Of
/ his family, ard are driving him to a pau
per's grave,
'Yesh, wrecked my poor life," blub-
hered the inebriate, as he smelt around
| fer beer.
You're a .iar" shouted the saloonlst
at Mr.. Bowser.
| What Look out, SIR
II say you're liar and an ass, The
man has neither wife nor children, and is
enc of the worst old buns in texn. What
90 YOU mean by coming in here ard Civ
/ ine me such guy as this?"
You have tempted him. and yea know
it, exclaimed Mr.. Bogser. feeling that
/ he must biuf1 IL Out.
| Liar againi lie has never had a drink
/ in this saloon. Get out OF this.
| Mr. B0WEer received what - called ''the
| cold chuck The saloonist and his bouncer
/ seized him and tossed him about and
| punched bis mead and aung MIN out on
/ the sidewalk. like bag OF sand. and he
Wabbled h0meward like a mule with the
\ blind staEgers.
well, nov 10 you ike erusadlng?'