Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1909-05-24
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AOW.
read of a fellow in Tennessee who
made his living catching rattle snakes
and selling them to circuses. He
caught one with fourteen rattles and
placed it in cage with glass top.
He was chopping wood and his little
boy Jim slipped the cover back, and
the RATHER wiggled out and struck him
in the cheek, and little Jim ran to his
father and said:
The RATHER bit me.'
The father ran and chopped the rat
tier to pieces and then with his jack
knife he cut a piece out of little Jim's
cheek and with his lips he sucked at
the wound to draw the poison out.
He Died.
He watched his eyes and they be-
came bloodshot, and he watched him
swell three times his normal size, and
his lips became dry and parched, then
he gasped and died. The father took
Jim up to the side Of the rattle snake.
which was chopped to pieces, and said:i
20, God! would not give little Jim
for all the rattlers that ever crawled
upon the Blue Ridge mountains"
would not give one of those bows
for all the breweries and distilleries
and grog shops on Gods earth, Or for
every dollar Of revenue the dirty thing
has every got.
They can not have these boys.
You have been feeding that thing.
sir!
The Murderer's Lame Son.
Like the other day up in North Da-
kota, minister sat at his breakfast
table thinking over his sermon, and
there was a rap on the door, and there
stood a little boy about twelve years
of age, Standing on a crutch. His
right leg had been taken off above the
knee.
He stood there and said:i
''Will you go to the Jail and see nv
papa, and pray and talk with him?
They are going to hang him because
ne murdered mamma. Papa was a
good man. but whisky did It. He
would not have done 1t II It was not
for drink. There are four Of us chill
dren and I have to support my SIS
ters by selling newspapers. Would
you come to our house and be there
when they bring papa homer The
governor says We can have him after
they hang him"
AZ the Jail.
The minister said that he went "a
the Jail and saw the man and talked
and prayed with him. The man had
no recollection Of having done the deed.
He said:
Eyes, whisky did 1t. don't mind
paying the penalty Of the crime, but.
oh, to think that must leave my chill
dren to cruel charity. I think that I
will die before reach the scaffold.'
The minister went to the little howell
and about II o'clock the undertaker's
wagon drove up and they carried in
tie pine box and put it on two rickety
chairs.
The Funeral.
Crouching in the corner were the
three little sisters in rags, and tho
little boy hobbled to the coffin and
kissed his fathers cheeks, and went
and said:
Poor papa, whisky did it." He said
to his little sisters, don't you want
to come and kiss papa before he gets
cold?" Those little orphans luddled
around the coffin and shrieked and
screamed, and kissed the lips of, their
dead father, and the minister fell on
his knees and the policeman ran from
the room.
He Took His Oath.
With the little group Of orphans, the
minister raised his hands to God. and
took an oath that as long as he lived
he would leave nothing undone to
strike staggering blows against that
evil that is covering the land with in-
fanny and rot and corruption.