"I had an impression that he had been killed in the war.

I almost wish he had been." "Oh, hello, now!" cried Fulkerson.
March laughed, but went on soberly: "He was a man predestined to adversity, though.

When I first knew him out in Indianapolis he was starving along with a sick wife and a sick newspaper.

It was before the Germans had come over to the Republicans generally, but Lindau was fighting the anti-slavery battle just as naturally at Indianapolis in 1858 as he fought behind the barricades at Berlin in 1848.

And yet he was always such a gentle soul! And so generous! He taught me German for the love of it; he wouldn't spoil his pleasure by taking a cent from me; he seemed to get enough out of my being young and enthusiastic, and out of prophesying great things for me.