Judge — July 3, 1897 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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1 40 uae THE KID, THE MAGNIFYING-GLASS, AND 2 THE FIRE-CRACKER MAN, read this and profit re thereby.” over a At the sound of other the voice the crowd service ta threw a look of maud- ts lin curiosity at the little Abb woman, who only You d smiled and gave her- Serb self up to diligently 9 perusing the awlul jointed facts set forth regard- the wa ing the sure end of the rigs drinker and swearer, The stern-visaged Am female was evidently award delighted with the re- pagne sult of her missionary The zeal, She settled her- covery IRE CRACKERS self comfortably back do con WeRGhte in her seat, regardless Ali of the fact that her is! & RARGAIN sombre garment Bens brushed a drunkard on Ch one side and a thief on her, \- Any 1, THe poy (behind the fence) —* Tl git square wid eres ase oe forth we dat ole man Cohen fer clubbin’ me yist'day._— with regarded theen- privat tire car-load with an made A MISSIONARY MEETING. SCRIPTURAL SANCTION. i : " F Poxer Powe (scofingly) —"* Yer can't Cla N THE very heart of the slums, in the make me b'leeve keerds air wicked.” quarre vicinity of one of the large hospitals, a Da, THuepuy—" Why not. pray?” can n it aw Poker PoweLt—" Dont it tell in the bible vagral horse-car stopped to admit a woman refined spout Gabriel's wasp? ee in manner and clad in a simple dark frock. tioog With this single exception there was not a respectable, scarcely a sober, man or woman REVERSING THE POSITIONS. on the car, At the next corner the car again (Being one side of @ conversation om July sth.) stopped, this time admitting the typical city . ALBION lost another daughter missionary—a large, gaunt woman, forbidding \ Yesterday. Who could foresee that : F When she crossed the nahsty water in manner and self-righteous in expression. ‘The result of it would be that? In one hand she carried a large black bible, Certainly / never thought to in the other a rusty bag of tracts. re ibe eon from my single chartbood i i nd a port of trans} Sweeping the entire car with a glance of ly Ralip of English girlhood. general condemnation, she finally fixed her vk- the little lad; ite her, Eyes like corn-flow'rs out of Devon, E babes gaze Ss ha thee oa arevna eh (That's the shire to which I owe her.) and pulling outa Ruge tract om sDe. evs ol ‘Where they smile it's simply heaven ! intemperance and cursing, she offered it to ‘That profane? You do not know her! her viz-A-viz, saying in a harsh, stentorian Such a day for such surrender? : Hang tradition! I'm for scorning WON: P Aught that stops love's legal tender. “1 earnestly trust, woman, that you will ‘And, besides, she sails this morning. What would my revered forebear say, < ‘That helped win the revolution ? : Don't much care, but he'd, I dare say, CS expression of beneficent com- Fee san tat Cea a 4. Placency, a look that plainly said, Risk the loss of her transcendence, “You can see that I never So I signed my—and who wouldn't ?— let an opportutity slip.” Declaration off dependence 108 Every man and woman = present were evidently rejoicing that the tract had not been given them, and wondering at the AN UNCOMMON CASE. Jupcr —"* What's the charge, officer 2” Orricer Kitueeatn—* Non-support, yer honor.” meekness of their fellow-pas- senger. But the end was not yet. As the recipient of the tract rose to leave the car she stopped direct- ly in front of her benefactor and said in a crisp, fresh voice, “Madam, I thank you very much for this tract. It is the first one I have ever received, but I have given away many, for I, too, am a city missionary.” The joy of the passengers was distinctly audible, and the owner of the rusty bag grew Jupce—‘ Why, I thought this case was acommon drunk.” vividly red as one of the best- Orricer Kitureat — "No, yer honor — uncommon known and best - beloved mis- droonk.” heats : JU0r—"* Then why do you say non-sapport?* sionaries of the east side stepped Orricer KitereatH— "Shure, yer honor, he wor too from the platform, tract in hand. droonk t’ aven hold on to a lamp-posht.” JRANNETTE ROBINSON MURPHY, comicbooks.com