Evening Republican, Volume 23, Number 132, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 1 June 1920 — RATHER SPOILED THE EFFECT [ARTICLE]

RATHER SPOILED THE EFFECT

Hard Cider's Interruption of Hit Brother's Affecting Testimony Was to Bay the Least, Unfortunate. Si Lunkett was brimful of importance one night as he shuffled ipto the grocery store of Hank Sllsby and took his seat on a soapbox and leaned affectionately against the cracker barrel. > “I bet none of you fellers ain’t heard the latest about Bungeye Jackson," he said, as be looked triumphantly around at the usual circle of loungers. “Whose chicken roost has he bln a depop’latin’ now?” asked Bill Brundage, the skeptic. "Worse ’n that. Bungeye has went and got religion. Yes, he has, so help me! They been a-holdin’ revivals down to his house now for about a week and the finally got Bungeye to leave off stealin’ long enough so they could tel) him how much his wicked old heart and soul needed new plumbin’. Last night I was down there and Bungeye got up aud give his testimony.” “Gwan!” ~ — "Fact—l heerd him. ‘Sisters and brothers, sez he, ‘you see before you the remains of what was once a bad man.’ Then his feelln’s got the best of him and a bucketful of tears splashed down his shirt front. About this time Hard Cider, his brother, came stumblin’ in and he was considerable lively from too much of Mike Donavan’s Three-in-One, and by the time they got him quieted Bungeye had overcame his emotions and went on with his testfmoney. "Sez he: ‘At this moment lam layin’ my sinful band down on this grand old book on the table. Such a book has never been In my house before.’ And then he busted into tears again as he said: ‘Brethren, this book I’m alludin’ to is the Bible.’ "‘Holy mackerel T shouted Hard Cider. ‘Bungeye, where’d ya steal such a big one?’ ’’—New York Evening Post.