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jon" HOVLE O'RKttXI* imiliarv, 1878, three of the Irt«h ifc' I'm wlio had been confined since i«l fr„t libcrtv. The IrlBh poet during 'it*e' in und year wrote tho following J'° ..re open—their night is done. —41— •i liiorcy aud reparation. ,. ,i|r doom have slowly sped, tS'withered, their ties are riven. fJjjUfn'n »ro scattered, their friends are fi'"1' risons are open—tho "crime* lor 11^ civ:--. ,1 threshold they stand upon *W!,l bus passed on while tbey were bsrie't tho eun thoy walk alone it'^^rowii track where the crowd ,„i broken and scared with pals, "''J. ,hu remembered friends and r:a, 'iinp turn nud gaze again •fto deep-drawn lines oX their altered faces* -i* hrv reml on the pallid page? 1he idle of these woful letters? 1'L ohl their country's age, 'pveilmt is stronger than stripes and lettors. „f ho slain some dip their blade,' cTv 1'V tl" stain the foe to follow Oilier ont.h might here be made,, ., ,1" wiistwl bodies and faces hollow. Vou who lmve kept the peace— ,„tiie«o forms diseased and broken! Slvoii oiiti, that their late release, their lives are sapped, is a good-will ,kfll. rtf nre tho bait on England's hook nr« they drugged from her hopoless 'I'ls'lier 'loom in the Nation's book— ii-srii the day that lias darkly risen. .cj.?? her hand for Ireland's aid— 'ijcomged, contemned, dorided from the beggar her hate has made •oiks for tho strength her guile divided. »,r=n hribo—ah, God above! ',ll tie price of tho desecration !8r -lie luu tortured for Irish love iiriub's asa bribe to the Irish nation. nii cruel 1 She fills her cup conquest and pride, till its red wine at tho draught as she drinks it '-lino has been turned to blood and Eillt'S. ,m-her—our sister! Como on the storm! »l it soon and sudden upon her: Fbo has shattered, aud sought to de jl'J ill !1 l:\ngh as she drinks the black dishonor. 1THAN BILLBECK. HY OI»lE P. KEED. v-ii than Billbeck was a professional try editor. By professional I mean lie was so devoted to his calling lie wore a linen duster and a straw the winter time, shrewdly de that no one knew the day nor our when an excursion might take Xatb did not expect a large of business, and, therefore was ksopber. He and I once ran the ly Dale Leaf in a prospective town West. Oar business consisted of sample copies and an occa iand advertisement. One day •ol. Horner came into the office, ddressing Nath, who was the ac ledged business manager, said: ale out the advertisement of the Bun tract," 'V.at for?" Nath exclaimed. "Is anything wrong with it? Hasn't it displayed to suit you?" fc. the advertisment is all right, 1K truth is I have sold the land." ell," said Nath. "I reckon that 5 us. We've got a note to meet avc been counting on that ad. I'm now that I put it in so conspicu placc. This is what a man gets ing a thing too well. We'll get ae more issue so we can collect a rom the livery stable and then I we'll have to go under." Sheep Bun tract had been lit by a man from Canada. He flit his wife with him. She ex ed great delight with the plenti of soft air and declared that hould live there the remainder of 'ays. The afternoon following the iiase the Canadian drove out to his wife the land and let her se ttle site for a handsome residence, as she came upon the tract the an exclaimed: erciful heavens! Major, what is hanging to that tree?" is a man," the Major nervously ered. the breast of the victim there was suggestive announcement: "Death man who takes him down." rive on as fast as you can,'" said lady. ev liad not gone very much further they came to another man, gently »g to and fro to the soft sighing of edolent breeze. The Major read inscription, a piece of plain liand which declared that death was °ie for the man who should take down. rive away from this horrible place," lady begged. ter driving some distance further came to a graceful knoll, shaded andsome trees. "What a delight lace for a house," the Major's wife aimed. eautiful," said the Major. •"d what a magnificent view," the rapturously declared. taud." ut oh, look there!" the wife broke Major looked and saw another flanging from a tree. "I won't live said the woman. "You told me was a quiet place*." 118 undoubtedly quiet enough," the responded. esi and so is the grave. There is Se diking, I won't live here. Take w».v and sell the laud for what you Set." Major drove back to town and ''is experience. Then he asked -vW wanted the land. Nobody ed "t. He would sell it at a great Nobody made him an offer. "e went to Col. Horner. "You "ne," said the Colonel. "It is 9me that the neighborhood is so morning I regretted having 1)6 nlace, but the information you makes me glad that Ino longer 'he land." will take it back you may half what I paid you for it." el' I'll do it as an accommodation, investment" «ade was closed and the Can adian hastened awav Tk„* the Colonel drove out' W.I,J «seX^"FRsat? feESg. i„«t! They can face the ath tbroli with the world's pal. jiiti"'1 even,n« Md "you halted honeSlf by° S10"®,! °Our offi Way8 leceives it reward." 8n he invasion, we soon began to like the uproar, in that it drove awav the noise of the village stillness! we w«rfa3* ^atll ih l°ing n°te "I® to meet?" I th,an that'" he 'eplied. "A strange hog has come to town." Yes, said I, "but cannot he soon become acquainted with the hogs "That isn't it, you see. The strange nog is a razor-back sow and is. about three feet tall." diffel'euce other ^oes that make?" what difference!" he contemptu ously repeated. "Don't yon see that sue is too tall to get under the house?" I dismissed the matter, having to write an editorial on tlie Great Evils Arising from Excessive Immigration, but Aatli was worried, and, as I soon found out, not without cause. That night the hogs came around as usual. ±he strange sow came with them, and although she might have seen that she could not get under, yet the enterpris ing fool, in trying to force her way, tipped over the house and pied the office. It took us three days to straighten the office again, and this time the architecture was on a more liberal plan. The house was raised high enough for the strange sow. Just as the busy season came upon us we received notice that the State Press Association was soon to meet in a town about two hundred miles away. "It will never do to mis3 that" con vention," said Natb. "I tell you that men who are ground down as we have been lately are in need of recreation It is all very well for a merchant or i_ railroad man to stand year after year to his work, but the newspaper man needsrest. Brain work builds and it also topples things over. It builds up a world and it then turns itself into a wreck. Now, I don't propose to turn my brain into a wreck. I am going to that convention." But what will become of the paper I asked. "I don't know. Best is now of more importance to me than work." We went to the convention, went on along excursion and missed two issues of the Oak Leaf. I knew that our business was ruined, but Nath was cheerful. The second day after our re turn he said: "I don't suppose you will ever be a philosopher, will you? I am afraid not," he added. "If it is philosophy to ruin a man's business merely to go to a convention I do not want to be a philosopher." "But whose business lias been ruined?" "Ours. We have missed two issue of the paper." "Ah, hah I I thought you would look at it in away about as dull as that. But you see I am fortunately a little sharper than you are. I have made a discovery have been doing a little figuring and have found that we have made more money on the two issues that we missed than we ever made on any half a dozen issues that we got out. Why, just look here. Take the items. Running ex penses, nothing. There is a big item for you. Running expenses, you know, have ruined many a newspaper. In come from advertisements, forty-three dollars. Many a paper has gone to the wall simply because its advertisements did not offset its running expenses." "What are you going to do?" I asked. "Are you going to suspend en tirely, seeing that you make more when you don't print?" "Oh, not going to suspend perman ently, but will not get out another issue till we catch up." That was many years ago. Nath Billbeck is now publishing a paper in New Mexico, and the following is an extract from a recent issue: "Owing to a meeting of the Press Association, this paper will not come out next week nor the week after, but after that our subcribers may look for it with consist ent regularity." Unlucky Thirteen. It is a custom on some street railways to give annual passes, which are num bered. These passes are not necessarily shown each time a man rides on tho cars of that line, but each one bears number, aud when asked for his lave, the holder of the pass calls the number of his pass. Not long since the holder of pass JNO. 13 on one of the Seattle lines got on a car, accompanied by two ladies, for whom he must, of course, pay fare. It happened that the conductor was anew man aud not acquainted with the pass system. The conductor entered the car quest of fares, aud the first person he approached was the holder of the pass. The gentleman handed hita a dollar to take the ladies' fares from, at the pntna time remarking distinctly Ihn teeu." The conductor took the dollar and then began ringing the bell the regis ter. "Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding," went the bell. "Here, here," broke the passenger, "What in thunder are you trying to do'* "Didn't you say that you wanted to Pa»Nor ^double-breasted lunkhead I vou I hold'passNo. 13, and want to pay for tW"OJi" exclaimed the conductor mildly! "why didn't you say so before! Then the bell-puller gave the FORTIFYING PHYSIQPE. PROF. EDWIN CHECKLEY'S NEW METHODS. New Courses or Training Advanced by the Modern High Priest of Phyilculture— He Opposes the Old gjriteu or Hard Labor. 7 C,ame ia declared to have asked trouble. What anotller HERE are people that would be dis posed to apply the term "crank" to Ed ward Checkley, the young high priest of physlculture, who re cently broke the rcc ord in bicycle riding betwocn New York wand Chicago. But If ho be a crank, Mr. Checkley is certainly a very intelligent one, Ilk I JS and his views on what y*/ litr h° calls a natural method of physical a in in a re el worth considering. Athletic Mr. Checkley, whose superb physique is a striking proof of the cor rectness of his theory, so far as he is concemcd, believes that in many of the popular system practices in and out of the college gymnasiums there is more "straining" than "training," and tho method he advocates is a radical depart ure from all these familiar paths. For health lifts, chest expanders, boxing ma chines, rowing appliances, and the hun dred other inventions in use at a gymna sium, he has a profound contempt. They may give muscle to the performer while he is in constant practice, but let him cease overhauling the machinery of the BAD. W0BS8. P«8®n" ger back his change and .^wardly de termined to get even on the first ismall boy that attempted to steal a ride. Seattle Press. IT is the old man who has shunned work all his life who is continually say ing, "That boy ought to be set to work and kept at it." CORRECT. gymnasium and the biceps of the ama teur Samson soon grow soft again as his interest in the work flags. As for the dietary discipline that generally accom panies this violent form of training, he considers it a humbug and altogether un necessary. Professor Checkley claims that tho strength born of these harsh methods is superficial—only skin deep, as it were— and has no staying qualities, says the Chicago Herald. He says the muscular system of man is not made up of chest and biceps, and that any principle of training which fails to educate the en tire physical being is false, improper, and injurious. Punching a sandbag may be a good thing for the arms, but will scarooly increase one's perm uncut strength or permanent health. A man may be able to do this to perfection, and still be ignorant of how to carry his own body. He characterizes this kind of exercise as "outside" training that is unprofitable, and which often proves more than a harmless mistake. The foundation of Professor Checkley's method is, first, how to breathe, and second, how to stand, "Do these cor rectly and you will have mastered tho A of physical health," says this athletic apostle. "The office of the lungs being of the very highest importance, it follows that to neglect them means dan- INHALE WHILE EXTENDING AltMS AND EXHALE SLOWLY ON RETURN. ger to the entire body. One may think he is developing his lungs by a form of exercise that expands his chest," said the Professor, "but after all this expan sion is merely a matter of external mus cular development, and the theory is on a par with the general superficiality of the average system of training. Hani layers of muscles on the chest do not improve the permanent strength of the lungs. The enlargement and strengthening of these organs can only be accomplished by the exercise and special training of these organs themselves. In other words, not outside, but inside exercise lies at the very bottom of natural physical training, and I claim that the education of the lungs should preclude that of the outer muscular system, for the natural in crease of lung strength and chest room is retarded by methods that begin work on the outside. "Lung diseases are less frequent among women than men, and yet the women breathe less air than men, but they do it in a better manner. This is partially attributable to the use of the corset, which, fortunately, has tended to pro duce a habit of breathing with the upper part of the lungs. Abdominal breathing is particularly common with the male sex, and this habit of exercising the lower part of the lungs is the reasou why tho upper parts that first receive the air are loft in a state of relative weakness and susceptibility. In my opinion," re marked Mr. Checkley, "the diaphragm has properly no greater necessary use in expanding and contracting the lungs than the ribs themselves. In other words, tho action of .the diaphragm should be svmpathetjfo^vithout being initiatory. The lungs^mve their own muscular Dower, and till*power should be fullv exercised. "The simplest preparatory exercise is long breathing. While standing or sit- ting in any proper attitude, with the chest Tree, draw in a long breath until the lungs seem full, taking care at the same time not to harshly strain the lungs or muscles. Hold the breath for a few seconds, and then allow it to LOCK THE THUMBS HAISE THE ARMS AND IN HALE, MEN LOWER SLOWLY AND EXHALE. slowly leave the lungs. By consciously breathing in this manner the lungs will be enlarged and strengthened and the breathing will become slower. Normal breathing when the body is at rest should not include more than ten breaths in a minute. I get along very comfort ably, sleeping or waking, with about six. During exercise of an ordinary charac ter tho breathing will naturally increase to fourteen or fifteen breaths in a minute. "In all lung exercises these organs should be inflated upward and outward instead of downward. Tho chest and lungs should bo carried as if the inflation were about to lift tho body off tho ground upward and forward. The feeling of buoyancy produced by this habit is not an illusion by any means, but a genuine reality. "But to breathe properly one must know how tho body should bo carried. First learn how to stand. If I were to choose twelve peoplo at random, and, placing them in a row, were to take a liberal drawing of their actual standing positions, they would present a curious spectacle. The distended abdomen and more or less flattened chest would pre vail in a majority of tho dozen subjects, while in eleven out of twelve the bone structure of the body and not the mus cles would be found doing most of tho work of keeping the body upright. Tho abdomen is pushed into disagreeable prominence by allowing tho body to rest on the legs as best it may, which pro duces a rounding of the shoulders and a conspicuousness of the abdominal re gion. This attitude is just as common among women as men, in fact even more so with the former, for corsets, while theoretically holding the body up, en courage lassitude of the waist region. Thon, again, women like to affect a 'willowy' style of standing aud moving many girls seem to think that there is a kind of feminine charm in a lackadaisical manner. It is the muscles that should hold the body in position and the bone structure of the body should not be forced to per form this work. Tho task of holding the trunk erect and of keeping the proper relation between the spine and the pelvis devolves upon the muscles, and it is worth remembering that the height of a man may be materially affected by the manner in which he carries himself. If he usps the muscl'es of tho hip and ab dominal region and ol proper tlie back instead of allowing his trunlc to settle down Jie may be certain of establishing a better height than if he did otherwise, and this status will bo permanent. Of course, the spine may be relied upon to give a certain support to the trunk, but the multitude of muscles associated with the spine are intended to perform the greater part of the work in keeping tho body in position. Tho muscles should not only direct the posture of the body but largely support it, and this should be remember ed in standing and in every other posi tion and action. To do this does not imply greater labor, but less and what begins by a conscious effort will soon end in a habit that will become an exhilara tion. What often passes for fatigue of the muscles is simply irritation, arising from impeded circulation of the blood. "This numbness or irritation from im peded circulation is particularly likely to result from bad habits in sitting. In this position, as in standing, the muscles must be brought, into play, and precisely in proportion to the extent to which they are used will be the absence of fatigue in sitting. Of course I do not maintain that one should continually sit bolt upright, for this would entail great fatigue to a person compelled to sit during a great many hours each clay. Some of the muscles may be relaxed and the position modified for short periods, but they should never be so relaxed as to drop the trunk upon the spine, leaving its own bone structure to hold it in position. Those who have dropped into this round backed posture will testify to a peculiar weariness in the lumbar region of the spine or what is called the 'small of tho back.' This is not bacause tho muscles are tired, but because they have been benumbed by failure in the circulation. A maintenance of muscular action will keep up the healthy circulation and ATjE WHILli RAISING HANDS LOWER SI.OWLY WHILE HOLDING BR3A1H AND THEN EXHALE SLOWLY. make it easier to sit for a considerable time without fatisue. •'The cultivation of the muscles in the region of the abdomen and the lower pairt of the back will naturally have the effect of making it easier to sit, as every gain in the strength and extent of a system of muscles builds up a power of in}o)untaiy action. AN IMPRESSIVE ARRIVAL. Be WM Mot the Duke of Wellington, bat He Got There with Both Boots. A beautiful white horse, with long, flowing immaculate mane and tail, and large, red, throbbing nostrils, ridden by a strange-looking man, with haughty address, attired in a tight-fitting velvet riding coat and long boots, made of glossy leather, and decked with shining silver-plated spurs of huge dimensions, stopped yesterday before the entrance to the Golonade. Summoning the porter of the house, the stranger, with an imperious wave of the haud, commanded the awe-stricken menial to hold the fiery steed. Then, with a display of dignity, he dis mounted, and, having given a few di rections in terrifying tones, strutted into the corridor of the hotel. The clerk's eyes almost bulged from their sockets, and the proverbial dia mond sparkled with unusual lustre as the figure of imperial dignity ap proached the register. Just as he reached the counter his stern face re laxed into smiles, and, making a genu flection worthy of a French dancing master, he greeted the breathless clerk and registered from Chicago. In an instant there were half a dozen subservient darkies standing around at a respectful and safe distance in readi ness to escort the august-looking per sonage to his apartment. With another imperious wave he dismissed them anil frowned again. Under all the stern and stilted exterior there was some warmth in the mysterious stranger, however, and he melted the clerk's rigid fear into confidence with gentle inquiries for neighboring boarding stables and their character. "That's a fine animal, and I want him to have the best of care," he remarked. "I have brought him all the way from Chicago, and there are associations about him that make him sacred to me." In a spirit of humor the clerk dele gated the red-haired porter to lead the animal to the stable. His dignity sur veyed the porter for a few seconds, and then, with a shrug of his shoulders, beckoned him to start the procession. In all the glory of his lustrous boots, yellow breeches, and shining black velvet jacket, he started for the stable. On the way he was a strange and curious looking object to the pedestrians on the street, who first looked at him, and then at the red-haired porter and the white horse, and wondered and guessed what the spectacle meant Arriving at the stable there was a fresh display of dignity—more genu flections, grotesque pirouttes and striking gesticulations, accompanied with minute directions for the care of the horse. The latter provoked the admiration of the liverymen, who were profuse in their praises, which called forth from the owner the remark that he was a celebrated animal with a cele brated history, with a lady heroine in the story. In the meantime there was a great flutter and commotion around at the hotel over the horse. The darky at tendants collected in the corner ant) wondered. Several guests who wit nessed the advent of the stranger gath ered before the clerk's desk and plied him with questions, and the nir was filled with conjectures and rife with rumors. Soon it was whispered about that the stranger was a German baron who had ridden the horse from the far West on a wager for a bride. These rumors, tinted with the glow of romance, came to the ears of several newspaper men, and there was a lively scrimmage for the history of the horse and the "won derful story of the woman in the case." In some strange manner his dignity had in the meanwhile disappeared. The newspaper men rushed around to the stable. "Yes," said the stable boss, "the horse has a remarkable history, but I can't tell it to you." Again the breathless scribes returned to the hotol with their minds inspired with visions of romance and equestrian gallantry. But still his dignity was absent. About 11 o'clock he was found at luncheon at the hotel. "Glad to see you newspaper gentle men," he said as he extended his hand with a gracious bow and a sweet smile. "Glad to see you," and he dignifiedly resumed his repast. "But the horse, Baron," spoke up one. Yes, he's a fine animal. I brought him from Chicago. I have had a riding school there, and decided to come here and open one." There was a look of disappointment on the faces of the newspaper men, a feeling of disgust in their minds, and a laugh all around. Perhaps the advent to town of a riding master never before made such a fluster and a flutter.—Philadelphia Inquirer. Would Like to Move. Little Johnny \V is 4 years old, and formerly lived in Brixton. His parents now reside in Bayswater. The other day Johnny's natural aptitude for fun and mischief led him to commit some trifling misdemeanor, which was promptly rebuked by his mother. She dwelt upon the fact of God's seeing us and always knowing what we are doing. The idea seemed to impress Johnny forcibly, and for several moments he remained silent. At last he broke out with: "Say. mother, does God see every thing in Bayswater?" "Yes," was the solemn reply. "He sees our every aet." Whereupon the young sinner ex claimed: "Good gracious, mother! let's move back to Brixton 1"—Pick-Me-Up. What Interested Him. Young Mr. Hankison had sat in em barrassed t-ilence for some moments looking at the shapely fingers of the lovely girl as if taking the measure of one of them for a golden circlet. Pres ently he spoke. "Miss Pinkie," he said, "you will not think I am takine too great a liberty, I hope, if I ask you a—a somewhat per sonal question "Certainly not,Mr. Hankison," replied Miss Pinkie, softly. "Then please tell me," he rejoined, "how you got those warts off your knuckle. My little sister's hands are covered with them." GEMS OF THOUGHT. -b TEASPOONS kill more people than bullets. SUCCESS that has not been won can not be enjoyed. Ihrft IF you want things to go right, right yourself. IT is hard to ruffle man who keeps close to God. You must keep very still if yon would hear God speak. WHEN we cannot justify ourselves we ispise ourselves. & you area Christian you have abo^jr guard.—Ps. xxxiy, 7. Do THE deeds of Christ and you will have the joy of Christ. GOD never made anything too smaU to be something of His glory. IF God keeps you waiting, don't be impatient. He always pays good in terest. THE prodigal had first to come to himself before he could come to hie father. IF there wasn't so much money in the world there would be more re ligion. IT is God's love that saves man, and not his own understanding of the process. WE cannot possess anything until ire first possess the spirit that will enable us to enjoy it. MANY men go to church for the same: reason they wear a mustache. Because it's the fashion. WHEN Goliath was grinding his swordl he didn't know it would be used to cut his own head off. IN the Jewish people God was speak ing to nations, but in Christ He speaks, to the individual. SATAN never had any rest while Job was alive. He had to keep walking up and down in the earth. THE man who can be rich in both worlds at .the same time is a man whom. God loves and angels admire. WHENEVER you look upon a sinner,, remember that the Son of God wants to build a temple in his heart. THE people most in danger of going to hell are those who expect to go to Heaven, but neglect to make the start.. GOD has never made any attempt to explain Hitnself to man. All He has ever tried to do has been to manifest. Himself. THERE are two words in our langnage for which we should never grow tired, of thanking God. They are "LoTe" and "Whosoever." Take away either one and we are all forever lost, bnt while both remain "whosoever will"' may look to the cross, which that God is love, and live. proves- Clay and Webster. An old ministerial friend of mine, says W. H. Milburn in the Hartford': Courant, who was much in Washing ton in those days, and was one of the great Kentuckian'B most fervent acL mirers, but whose modesty had kept him from seeking his acquaintance, saw on Pennsylvania avenne one day Mr. Clav approaching, and no one else newr. Plucking up heart as they met, he ex tended his hand, saying: "Mr. Clay,-1 am Key. Mr. pastor of Wesley Chapel, and from my boyhood I have honored and loved you." Instantly it was as if the sun had burst from behind cloud my friend was bathed in a stream of warmth and light as the kindling eyo and beaming face shone upon him, and Mr. Clay grasping his hand thrilled him with his voice, and then putting his. arm into the preacher's they walked, toward the Capitol, the diffident man) completely at his ease and feeling as if he had known the statesman for years. The conversation of fifteen minutes which followed so knitted the preacher to Mr. Clay that from that day forth he would have been almost willing to lay down his life for him. Another of my friends, Bev. John B. Hagany, hap pened to see Daniel Webster sitting alone one day on the promenade deck of a steamboat, and, after making sev eral turns to summon resolution for the adventure, stopped in front of the great representative of Massachusetts, and said, "Mr. Webster." "That is my name," said the organ toned voice. "And I am Bev. Mr. Hagany, a Methodist preacher, who for many years have admired and honored yoo. almost more that any living man." "My dear Mr. Hagany," said' the other, "pray, be seated," pointing to a^ place by his side. As the preacher obeyed, he felt a» j£' he were admitted to the fabled height. of Olympus, but the divinity «f his imagination said nothing. Mr. Hagany sat with clasped hands, twirling his thurubo, hoping to break the silence,, which was most embarrassing aud at. last, with an effort, paid: "We liave a fine day, Mr. \Veb*ei-." "A i-iugulai'ly li. day," answered the orotund music. Another long pause, when, rising, the reseller t-aid: "I wish you morning, Mr. Web ter." "A very good morning to you, Ur. Hagany," replied the other. If Mr. Webster had been a candidate for the Presidency Hagany might have voted for him, but after the interview 1 have described would have seriously considered the claims of the opposing candidate. Not so my other friend„ who would have voted for Mr. Clay against the world. I cannot better il lustrate the bearing of the two mot ia general society. .You rever forget Webster's greatness. Mr. Clay at once bound you to him by links stronger than steel. Mr. Webster's speeches read, and will be by posterity, witl) *d miration and profit Mr. Clay's became at once apart of the Nation's life, and contributed largely toward makiag the country what it is. The Dangerous Indian. Mrs. Bunker (of Boston)—Are tho Indians very dangerous in Kansas City* Colonel? Col. Kaw (her guest)—Sometime*, when they're big ones and not well braced up. Only two days before I left there the one in front of the to bacco store in the block next to my house was tipped over by the wind and) fell on a prominent citizen, breaking, his arm.