The Russellville Democrat., 1881-01-06
AN ANGEL FROM PARADISE.
He Demonstrates the Superiority of Physi
 cal Courage.
Virginia lNev.) Chronicle.

III rodTlu TlpSnOrler rom nOofaI | camp, and 1 can't be stepped on," re marked thick-set, white-eyed man | with a lower jaw like a cow-catcher of g locomotive, as he swaggered into ( street saloon and thumped the bar with his fist until the glasses jingled
 The barkeeper caught a whisky bottle | that was just tumbling off the bar and | told the stranger that he needn't make so much noise about 1t, as nobody wanted | to step on him.
 You bet they don't, young feller. I'm | 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 ofit-somethin' that tastes like humble bee stings pickled in vitrol"
 While the barkeeper was hunting around for some filsel oil, and rubbing a glass with red pepper, a group around the stove surveyed the stranger curiously A thin gentleman with bulging fore head and a dyspeptic look said to the others: "Now, there's an illustration of what I was saying. A bully is always a coward. That fellow would have no moral courage whatever were he put to the test. If he were challenged to fight without cause he could not attain the sublime height of moral heroism to re- fuse 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 he is stout man and presumes upon his physical su- periority to most men to bully and black guard 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 a tall, pow erfully 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 Par adise. The latter drank his whisky and smashed the glass on the bar. What in - do yer mean by giving gentleman such stuff as that? Did I ask yeh for rinsins, yeh chicken-livered whelp? I've got a graveyard full of roosters that play ed that racket on me. Tve got mind to fan the air with yer corpse"
 Now, get out of this," said the bar keeper becoming angry.
 ''Get out O nothin'. Gimme a'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 such 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. -~"1 1eh don't? Well, tell yeh to take suthin. hold the age in this game, and when l chip everybody comes in. Ante up to the bar, now, and look pleasant. Great Scott Yeh need suthin' in yer belly to balance that swelled head O yourn. Come up, the rest O you bums."
 Nobody stirred, but all looked at the dyspeptic, who quietly said: 'We will not drink with you.'
 No? It'd be cheaper for yeh to crawl into prospect hole and pull tomb- stone over yer head. l kin lick the whole town from hell to breakfast, and I believe I'll start in on this deadfall. Look out for hurricane when I swoop. Whoop! Pm a-comin'p'
 In about two minutes the bevel-headed admirer of moral courage was dilapi- dated piece of bric-a-brac, the big man called Bill was sopping cold water on his eye in the back room, and the rest of the crowd scattered about the place in va rious stages of Encouragement, while the Angel from Paradise was standing on q billiard table and shouting: Where's the rest of yer population? Trot out yer CO., horts and fetch on the mob. I'm an Angel from Paradise, and a holy terror when flop my wings Iswallered a cyclone for breakfast and powder mill for lunch, and haven't begun to cough yet. Where's the populace of this broken down chicken ranch? Pm not myself tonight and want exercise"