The Alaska citizen., 1916-07-31

 dirty, fostering polluted, sinking saloon business It cant. don't give a d-" Checking himself, he substituted the word rap" for what ever word it was. beginning with @ d" that he had all but used This substitution caused a storm of laugh ter. When it had subsided Sunday smiled and shouted: You get me. l tell you. the Kingdom of God can never be seen through the bottom of beer mug.
 Don't be fourflushers. excess bag gage and false alarms If you want to be on Gods side, you've got to yank yourselves away from the suds parlor Hear me, Another thing You. and you. and you, who play card games for mOney-I don't care if it's society bridge or not want to tell you that you're nothing but common, low down blackleg gam blers.
 Maybe you play for prizes not money God deliver me from the li'.es of you Dirty gamblers
 Glancing in all directions over the vast audience. "Oh. there are others, too" he shouted. You know it. There are getrich-quick scalawags in this town. You know there are some of you that have sold real estate in Florida and 1t would take a submarine to find it. You filthy grafters. Don't get too near me. I'll take your photograph.
 Tempted, He fell.
 "A grafter can never have any peace of mind until he gives back what he stole Let me tell you something. When I was a boy in a soldiers orphans home in Iowa a man came there and gave me the first job l ever had. I went to work for him at Nevada, Story county. Ia, as a janltor. and my pay was $25 a month. When he gave me the check for my first months wages took it to the bank. An other person handed in check about the same time I did.
 When I got my money and took it away from the window and counted it l found l had $40. That teller had made a mistake He had given me $15 too much I told a friend about it and he advised me to keep it. He said they would never know who got it and if the mistake had been the other way they wouldn't have corrected it"
 Here Sunday advanced to the front of the platform and leaned far over,
 Don't you see my friends, what he was trying to get me to do? He was trying to get me to steal that money from that bank"
 Another impressive pause and then the unexpected climax:
 My friends, that's what l did"
 There were 1S,000 gasps of sur prise Billy Sunday was confessing a theft.
 Challenge to Critics.
 Yes continued Sunday, reminis- gently, T can remember just what I did with that money. I went and kind of green and sort of brown and it looked like ground sage. But somehow that suit didn't do me much good. Every night when tried to sleep I could hear a voice saying:
 You owe $15 and interest to that bank
 ''I want to tell you. my friends, that voice followed me around for Tears-long after that handme-down sage green suit was worn out went out West and I made some money and l sent that Slo and ln- terest back to that bank, with a full confession. God made me come across and I've been a Christian ever since.
 There are dirty, mean, contempt ble scoundrels and backbiters and gos- sip singers who go about saying Billy Sunday is a grafter."
 Throwing back his shoulders and stamping the platform with his right foot, Sunday shouted:
 'Ill give those dirty CUTS all I've got and all I ever expect to have if they can prove that I don live what I preach"
 This brought forth a volley of ap- plause from IS 900 threats.
 Sunday told another story, about a woman who came to him and