The silver state. [volume] (Unionville, Nev.) 1870-1903, 1880-12-01
AN ANGEL FROM PARADISE.
He Demonstrates the Superiority. of
Physical Courage.
From the Virginia Chronicle.

hoorah camp, and / can't be stepped
on" remarked a thick-set, white eyed
man, with lower jaw like the cow
catcher of locomotive, as he swag-
gered into G street saloon and thumped
the bar with his fist until the glasses
jingled.
The barkeeper caught whisky bot
tie that was just tumbling off the bar
and told the stranger that he needn't
make SO much noise about it, as nobody
wanted to step on him.
"You bet they don't, young Teller.
Tn an Angel from Paradise valley, and
a bad one, too; and when / flop my
wings there's a tornado loose. Give
me some O your meanest whisky, and a
whole lot of it-somethin that tastes
like humble bee stings picked in
vitrioI"
While the barkeeper was hunting
around for some fusel oil and rubbing a
glass with red pepper, group around
the stove surveyed the stranger curl
ously, A thin gentleman with bulg-
ing forehead and dyspeptic look said
to the others: 'Now there's ar illus
tration of what | was saying. A bully
is always a coward. That fellow would
have no moral courage whatever were
he put to the test. III he were chal-
lenged to fight without cause he could
not attain the sublime height of moral
herosn to refuse. He would be afraid
of being called a coward. But mind
you, he would never brag and bully
unless he thought he had the advantage.
You see ne is stout man and presumes
upon his physical superiority to most
men to bully and blackguard them.
Now Bill here is stronger than that
blowhard, but you never see him IN
fight. He's quiet; but get him started
and he would be lion aroused. He's
got moral courage.
The "Bill" referred to was tall,
powerfully built man, with steel-gray
eyes and firmly set mouth. He said
nothing in reply to the compliment paid
him, but quietly watched the Angel
from Paradise The latter drank his
whisky and smashed the glass on the
bar. "What in - do yer mean by
giving a gentleman such stuff as that?
Did ask yeh for rinsins, yeh chicken
livered whelp? I've got a graveyard
full of ROSTERS that played that racket
on me. I've got good mind to fan the
air with yer corpse.
Nov, get out OF this, said the bar
keeper, becoming angry.
"Get out O nothin. Gimme drink,
and all you starved buns around the
stove, come up here and have drink
with thoroughbred high-stepper for
once, just to say ye've drank in decent
company. It'll be an honor to tell yer
children about it some day, if snch an
ornery lot O. cusses own any children.
Now waltz up lively and take yer medi-
cine"
Don't care for anything; thank
you, said the dyspeptic philosopher,
quietly. .
''Yeh don't? Well, tell yeh to take
suthn. l hold the age in this game,
and when / chip everybody comes in
Ante up to the bar, now, and look
pleasant. Great Scott. Yeh need
suthin in your belly to balance that
swelled head o yourn. Come up, the
rest o you buns. y
Nobody stirred, but all looked at the
dyspeptic, who quietly said: eve will
not drink with you" ff
mo? It'd be cheaper for yeh to
crawl into prospect hole and pull
tombstone over yer head. l kin lick
this whole town from hell to breakfast,
and believe I'll start in on this dead
fall. Look out for a hurricane when !
swoop. Whoop! I'm a-comin'."
In about two minutes the bevel-
headed admirer of moral courage was
dlapidated piece of bric.a-b rac, the big
man called Bill was sopping cold water