The weekly miner. [volume] (Butte, Mont.) 1878-1881, 1881-03-08

A well-known citizen, remarkable for his
unostentatious beneyolence and sincere piety,
stepped into the Pioneer boathouse yesterday
and, while examining the racing craft. asked
Mike Price
"Where is Joe Winrow l have not seen
him around since got back from the east"
The athlete wherry rover pulled out CO.
py Of the Chronicle, which he carries in his
breast-pockct, and, with a tear in his eye,
read notice of the veterans death.
81 am sorry to hear it," said the pious Gus.
toner, as regretfuly as if he had received
the news of sudden death of some favorite
minister.
"Did you ever take any lessons from him?'
the sculler asked, imagi ling that the interest
felt by the benevolent gentleman must have
had its origin in some instructions in the
manly ant.
The pious customer opened wide his eyes,
"Good gracious, no!'' said he. ~ never put
ON a boxing glove in my life, and l trust L
may never be induced to raise my hand in
anger against any one. They say Winrow
was a great fighter
"You bet y said the skuller proudly, as he
reached towards his locker for revised copy
of " Fistdna," containing the record of the
genial pugilst.
"Do you know," said the pious gentleman,
"that was acquainted with Winrow for sew
eral years before could bring myself to be-
lieve he was fighter. He was neighbor of
mine tor long time. When he moved IN
some one told me he was a prize-fghter, and
expected every day to see him engaged in
quarrel. To MY surprise L never saw him
have misunderstanding with any one. He
was always sober ana pleasant, and | noticed
he used to stop and chat with the little child
rem. Everybody spoke kindly of him, and
began to think there must be some terrible
mistake about The reputation he had of being
desperate fighter. l doubted whether he
could fight at all he was SO quiet; but one
day, down on Washington street, | saw him
save a little child from the wheels of milk
wagon. The driver, great, big, burly fel
low, took 40 trouble to avoid the little one,
and the child would certainly have been in
jured and perhaps killeU had not Winrow
rushed in and seized her. The driver only
jeered and would haVe gone on had not Joe
shouted out to HIM that he ought to be ar
rested. The fellow stopped at once and be-
gan to use fearful language.
''Ive a good mind to get down and give you
llckng," said he.
"You'd better try it, said Winrow, who
was holding the little girl by the hand. eff
you step down I'll break your jaw, you big
rutfiau.'
s'The driver jumped down at once and
made a rush at Joe, and | really emOled for
| him, for his assailant was a ferOciOuS- looking
| fellow, and great deal beaver and stronger.
| The old man did not seem to be scared blt
| though. He just pushed the little child away
| a few feet and then turned and threw out his
right hand at the driver, and the fellow went
, down like a log | was astonished beyond
measure, for the old man did not seem to
make any extraordinary exertion. The dri-
| yer got up at once and made another rush at
Joe, and the old man threw out his left hand
| and down went the belligerent party again,
| as if he had been shot. | was more surprised
than ever, for the second blow seemed to stun
the fellow, and he lay for some time on his
back in the mud Then he turned over and
crawled OH his hands and knees to the wagon,
and climbed up in daaed sort of way to
the seat and drove off. / noticed that his face
was covered with blood. When twas all
over | took the old man by the hand, and the
| first thing | knew was complmentng him,
though l never thought l should be found
praising a man for striking down another ON
the street. The old fellow only laughed,
| though.
"'Oh, that's nothing, said he. why, the
duflcr couldn't lick a child ten years old.
don't believe he knew how to hit me if
stood up and let him.
| Sd" a SoSu hNal VI tiiS 'iu nidu dltCi
that" said the pous citizen, "and always
liked to talk to him. l don't believe prize
fighting is the best preparation tor heaven
but l do think that if old Joe is forgotten on
the judgment day many confident christian
who never saw prize ring will have hard
time of il.
There is a dog at brighton, Eng.-a re-
markable dog-a large Maltese. Sometimes
that dog has a purple body, with a yellow
head and green tail; sometimes he is scar
let and puce. He is a kind of raii.buw dog
The fact is he belongs to a dyer i'll the town
and being naturally white he takes any Other
color easily, and now he gets q dip in one va
and now in another, and he forms sort O
canine advertisement. 1t is tun to see thi.
dog, who is quite unconscious of his dstin
gulshed condition, come up TO other dog
wagginS his yellow head and green tail, anC
the way that those dogs, after regarding hin
out Of the corner of their eyes for a minute
tuck their tails between their legs and 5000
is caution. Some time ago man, who hat
occas' onally been a victim of the sold com
! plant, was going down TO Brighton for tn
race week in great health and spirits. Whel
driving from the station he suddenly cam
on this dog. 'Hcllo, hey! What's that?
purple dog with green tail! Oh lor! oh
lor! got 'em again!" and he turned round an
; went back to London, firmly persuaded tha