"Well, do you ever eat anything," he asked.
"Yes, we are all good eaters."
"Well then come with me to the hotel and I will pay for a good dinner for as many of you as will come."
Brother Pratt and some others went along. We had a good dinner and when we went to go our friend said, "If any body bothers you let me know and I will lick them for you. I like to fight but would rather fight for you boys than to fight you. Good bye."
To finish this,—some ten years after as I was sitting at the dinner table at Pueblo, Colorado, I noticed a man looking across the table at me. I soon recognized him as my Irish friend.
I spoke and asked if he knew me. "Yes, I know you. How are you?" he asked, reaching across the table and shaking hands with me.
"Have you ever thought of me?" I enquired.
"Yes a thousand times."
I told him I had often thought of him, and with a few more words we parted. I feel an interest now in this man and would be glad to meet him again and know his name.
I can say that I have often observed, in the course of my experience, that every man, even the worst, has something good about him if properly treated.