The Ronan pioneer., 1917-07-20

youIl. Ills Splendld physique aided
him in his designs, but just as he had
perfected himself in the manly art of
self-defense, an event occurred
which changed his whole life and
brought him to Montana. Without
striking a blow at an adversary in
the squared circle he has won for
himself a fine property in the AL
hambra Springs hotel, and place in
the political affairs of Jefferson
county.
This is how Mike Sullivan came
out to Montana to conquer it: Twelve
years ago the mantle of Marcus DAILY
fell on the shoulders of William
Scallon, the brainy lawyer who
shaped up the legal phases which
were necessary to the organization
OF the Amalgamated Copper Mining
company. AS reward for the thor
oughness with which the work was
done the copper magnates in control
of the big organization made him
president of the company.
The duties that came with the
place were multitudnous and exact
ing. After hard year, Mr.. Scan
Ion decided that he must do some
thing to tone himself up physically.
He had heard of the wonderful cures
affected on the Muldoon training
farm outside of New York City.
Thither he repaired to get himself
fit
Sullivan and Muldoon.
Mike Sullivan was one of the
trainers at the farm. 1t was Mikes
n, 10 xr1~
with the millionaires. Mike speedily
learned that it was much more prof
liable to allow the millionaires to
knock him down than it was for him
to administer solar pleXus blows on
millionaire anatomy. 1t pleased the
rich ones tremendously to feel that
they were strong enough to plant a
blow on the jaw of young husky
like Mike and send him sprawling.
Every fall was good for gold piece.
Mike became so adept in falling from
these feather taps that he could go
down hard without getting bruise
on his shoulders. In time callouses
appeared there. They are there yet.
One day Mludoon came to Mike
and said:
''If you don't cut out these fake
falls l will have to fire yez. The
sthudents are getting on to yez. Your
Worruk is too coarse. You are hurt
in me Dizziness. Chauncey Day-pew
jist tould me that he was suspicious;
that he tapped you gintly and you
Wint down and TUX the count. Cut it
out or go!"
OF course Mike didn't like this ul-
iy,,pf .,,%1 l,:-
revenues How could he please his
clients if he did not let them knock
him down. And how could he expect
material rewards from them if he
did not please them. The world
looked black indeed.
Scallon Adopted Him.
About this time Mr. Scallon ap-
peared at the farm to take the
course of treatment. Mike was as
signed to look after him. He did it
we'll. The Amalgamated president
became very fond of the sturdy Irish
lad Mike told his new friend of his
difficulty with Muldoon.
Scallon had been thinking of TAX
ing Mike to Butte as his physical in
structor. He asked him if he would
like to go back to Butte with him.
Mike jumped at the chance. SO Mike
came to Butte.
F. Augustus Heinze had just start
ed the Butte Weekly Reveile. The
editor of the paper was a huge two
fisted Irishman who was a word
painter in invective. He lauded
Heinze to the skies and was bitter in
his attacks on Scallon.
Mike stood it as long as he could
Finally, one day he bought new
pair of tight gloves and went into
the Reveile office. He looked up the
offensive writer and tore the gloves
to ribbons on his face. The chas-
tisement had the effect of changing
the editorial tone of the publication.
The editor went to the hospital and