Barbour County index. [volume] (Medicine Lodge, Kan.) 1880-current, 1885-05-08
o'DYNAMrTE RossA.
How the Impiacable One Takes q Drink
and Terrorizes England

Isan Francisco Argouautl
Hossa's manner of taking a drink, even,
Is different from other patriots. He walks
into the saloon thoughtfully and solemnly,
acknowledges the salutations of the men
who SIT around on barrels With an absent
minded nod, goes to the bar, pours out
two or three fingers OF his National bever-
age, drinks, it slowly, albsit with careless
air, hands the man the change. aud stalks
out again. The following brilliant conver-
sation usually takes place during the
drink: III -
Bartender pleasantly y" Good morn
ing, Mr. Rosa; il Is very pleasan. day,
SIR"
Mr. Rosa glarss at the lithograph Of a
large and pink-leggsd female behind the
bar. -
Bartender tconfdentiaIly, and looking
his customer appealingly in the faSe)-
sane as usual, 1 suppose, Mr.Rossai
You're looking uncomrnonIy well sir.
Have little bite in it this norning?n
Mr.. Rosa still glares.
Bartender Immensely conhdentiaI)-
sThree gentlemen called here this NORM
Ing, sir, as soon as we had opened, and
asked where You coald be found. -Gavep't
you seen 'en YETI" p
The glare goes on with unabated yigor,
while Mr.. Rosa solemnly drinks the
amber-colored fluid. Then the bar-tendsr
takes out q napkin, an unusual courtesy,
ana teuders it to tbs great Martyr, who
never looks at him, bat walks majestically
away. Then the bartender turns, with
an important air, TO the nearest customer,
and announces, In an awe-struck whisper:
THAT was O'Donovan Rossa."
Several years ago, when my ac.
quaintance with England's great enemy
was young, we met one afternoon on Park
Row, and while we were talking (this is a
mere figure OF speech, as O'Donovan said
almost nothing), boy sold me an extra
which told of the frightful dynamite out
rage in England, where four men we're
blown to death. Tread IL aloud to Rosa,
who, for the first time in my acquaintance
with him, allowed deep and cunning
smile to wrinkle the putty -colored contour
of his face. l said: "Alr. Rosa, sup
pose this Is some OF your worksD To my
amazement he told me, in a burst of conf
dence, how the whole thing had been ar
ranged.
How he had sent two Of his trusted
friends TO England with dynamite, and
had governed their movements there
by his secret code Of telegraph signals.
He told me that the conversation was in
confidence, and / went abroad all day with
the sensation of a man who had been hob
no5bing all day with cold-blooded mur-
derer. The next day read the following
Assoc ated Press dispatch in the morning
papers:
"AH London Is laughing over yester-
days foolish dynamite scare. The official
report shows that it was entirely due TO
the carelessness of a workman In the
vicinity of large cylinder or tank heavily
charged with gas. The tank explode and
the four workmen were killed. Dynamite
had nothing whatever to do with the
explosion"
As l walked down Park Row with this
paragraph fresh in my mind. I saw En-
glands foe bearing down heavily ON me.
smiled derisively and waved my hand.
but there was not shadow of the sugces.
ton of self-consciousless about Mr.. Ros-
sa's face, and when jeered him about his
little deception ofthe day before, he never
turned a hair nor displayed any conscious
ness OF having met me before. His face
would have given the Egyptian Sphinx
nine points as n starter and beaten it six 10
one. was crushed. We drank together
silently, and SO overawe1 the bartender by
our combined glare that he has since shown
me almost as much consideration as he
shows o'Donovan Rosa himself. When
we arrived at the door was rather sur
Prised to see the Implacable One stretch
forth his hand. AS We shook hands at
parting, Rosa very slowly closed his of
eye in distinct end palpable wink. 1t
spoke volumes. Since that time there has
boen no deception between us.