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Show "Svll Ifctree." "My te.i' dis evenin'," said a colored preacher In a Texas tabernacle, "am from Jeremiah or Kezlah, I disremem-ber disremem-ber which; but anyhow, hit says, 'Beware 'Be-ware ob evil-dores.' Now what does de 'spired writer moan by evil-dore? What am an evil-dore? Why, an evil dore am de side dore what leads into de saloon on Sunday, when de front dore am locked an' de bllnes pulled down. Dat's what an evil dore is, an' dat's what de Samist declar's you must beware ob. It is de evil dore wot no policeman kin see, but dore's One above wot does see hit, and He's keopln' tally, you may be shore, ob all who enters derein. De evil dore opens to let in a sober man airly in de mornin', but when he comes out he brings a smell of whisky wid 'ira strong enough to knock down a meetin' house. A man may be tol'bly decent when he enters, but when de evil dore opens to let him out he is fit for treason, strategems and bolls, and dere is no health in 'im. "He will break do dishes and his wife's heart, and after runnln' de chilern out, run do house to suit his-so'f. his-so'f. "Strange dat do 'thoritles don' fasten up de evil dores what leads to destruction, but dey won't, cause dere's too many ob dem what likes to slip into de side dore and get a nip dem-selves dem-selves ob a Sunday mornin'. But, my b'loved bredderen, de evil dores won't hurt ye if you obey de tex' and beware ob dem." j |