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Show . Not Worth the Trouble. Chicago Tribune. "Before we knock the barrel out from under un-der v'ou," said the leader of the band of Arizona Ari-zona regulators, "we will give you a chance to say a" few words." "What's the use?" replied the man with the rope around hia neck. "Y'ou wouldn't listen to me." "We'll listen for just five minutes," rejoined re-joined the chief, pulling out his watch, "if you want to shoot off your mouth. If not, up you go." The condemned w retch looked with dogged sullen hate at the crowd before him. "It won't do any good that I know of," he said, "for me to make any remarks, and it won't l.elp me any, I reckon, to kick against these proceedings. It's nothing more than I expected, anyhow. I'm used to being knocked around, and I'm used to seeing everybody else knocked around. Your turn will come some day. Y'ou aiu't a bit better than I am. The whole country's going to the devil as fast as it can go. Been 'going to the devil for years and years. There ain't any chance for a man to amount to anything here, and it's not worth while for him to try. Every man's doing what he can to down every other man, and it doesn't make much difference which comes out on top. The fellows that get on top generally 6tay there, aud the, poor devils that are under can squirm and squirm, and it won't do them any good. They've got to stay there and " "Fellers," said the leader of the band, much mortified, "we've made a mistake. We've got one of these darned calamity howlers from Kansas. He ain't worth hangiu' !" And they walked away and left him standing stand-ing on the barrel. i |