Democratic Sentinel, Volume 19, Number 17, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 3 May 1895 — Misapplied Missionary Work. [ARTICLE]

Misapplied Missionary Work.

She was a thin, narrow, dark-visaged-woman with “specs” on, and she carried a package of tractlets and leaflets, which she scattered broadcast among the sinners in the Cass avenue car on which she rode, says the 1 Detroit Sun. When only one or two of the pamphlets were left a man got in. He was on his way to the depot, a countryman going home, evidently. He had a big turkey, which he disposed tenderly on the seat next to him,'and a glass flask with

a rubber cork stuck boldly out of his coat pocket. “Heugh!” he exclaimed, as he stuffed his fare In the "box. “Colder than blazes up here, ain’t it?” Everybody looked cold disapproval at him, as good, polite Christian people do when spoken to in a street car, all but the woman with the “tracts.” She had fished out onfc and extended it to him. “Thankee/ he said, receiving it in a brown pawt "Comic almanac, hey?” “No, sir,” said the woman, firmly, in a high falsetto voice.. ‘.‘lt is to save your-ffnmortal soul. Touch not, taste not, handle not the wine.” And she pointed with a crooked forefinger to the glass flask protruding from his breast pocket I see,” said the man, smiling good-humoredly on his sour-vlsaged vis-a-vis; “but this bottle ain’t for me, ma’am.” “Woe unto him that glveth his neighbor drink,” quoted the woman, fiercely. “He ain’t eggsactly my neighbor, eyther,” said the man. “You see, it’s the new baby, and wife calculates to fetch him up by hand, and this bottle’s for him, bless his pootsy tootsy. Where’s the rigging of It?” And diving into another pocket he fished out some India rubber tubing, etc. The woman didn’t wait to finish her dissertation on temperance, but got out without asking the driver to stop.