Rensselaer Republican, Volume 28, Number 4, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 26 September 1895 — NEEDED NO TRACTS. [ARTICLE]

NEEDED NO TRACTS.

Nor Was He Wanting tbe Advice ot the Temperance W£man. She was a thin, narrow, dark-visaged woman with “specs” on, and she carried a package of iractlets and'leaflets, which she scattered broadcast among the sinpers in the Cass avenue car on which she rode, says the 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 watermelon, which he disposed of tenderly on the seat next to him, and a glass flask with a rubber cork stuck boldly out of his coat pocket “Heugh!” he panted, as he stuffed his fare in the box. “Hotter than harvestin’ up here, ain’t It?” Everybody looked cold disapproval at him, as good, polite Christians do when spoken to in a street car, all but the woman with the “tracts.” She had Ashed out one and extended it to him. “Thankee,” he said, receiving it in a brown paw. “Comic almanac, hey?” —--No, sir,”-said-tlie woman_ flnnly,_Jn a-high falsetto'vpiee. “It’s to save your immortal 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. * _ “Oh, I see,” said the man, smiling good-humoredly on his sour-visaged vis-a-vis; “but this bottle an’t for me, ma’am.” * ? “Woe unto him that giveth his neighbor drink,” quoted the woman flercly. “He an’t eggsactly my neighbor eyther,” said the man. “You see, its 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.