INDIAN IN BAD.John Mashana, one of the youngest men of the Muskwald reservation, has for some time been accounted a good Indian,” although people who have long lived neighbors to any of Uncle Sam's red-skinned charges contend that the only “good Indian” is a dead one.But John is evidently like the most of his race—he does like a little taste of red liquor, and the other day when he was returning to the reservation with a large valise in his right hand, Dr. Smith, the missionary, and Mr. Talbert, the assistant farmer, “smelled a mice,” and demanded to know what he was carrying. “Beef,” was Ma-shana’s laconic reply; and when he was finally compelled to open the valise it was found that he had told the truth—partly; but it was also found to be carrying several large bottles of red liquor, although how they happened to bo in the valise was a mystery to John—he couldn't remember anything.So Deputy United States Marshal Healy of Cedar Rapids was notified, and Information was filed against Mashana, charging him with bringing liquor onto the reservation in violation of the laws of the United States, and he was thrown into the Tama county jail at Toledo.When federal court convenes next April John will be tried, and if Judge Reed follows the precedent ho has established in dealing with other bootleggers,” there will bo one more Indian prisoner at Fort Leavenworth for a year or 18 months. The maximum penalty is two years and $2,000.Agent Green, Missionary Smith and Assistant Farmer Talbert have set out to stop the sale of liquor to the Mus-kwaki Indians, but they don’t propose to accomplish It by spying on the liquor dealers of Cedar ^ Rapids, Marshalltown and other largo towns of the state, they propose to begin at the root, of the evil, with the redskins themselves, and to apprehend and punish every one of them that brings a drop of liquor onto the reservation, also keeping a close watch for white bootleggers, whom Judge Reed takes especial delight In sentencing under the federal laws.No more will tho bootlegging Indian be “pumped” as to where he secured the liquor, to which question his invariable answer has been: “Me noknow—white man. Mo no know name;” instead, Mr. Redskin will bo inarched off to tho county jail, indicted at the next term of federal grand jury, promptly convicted under tiio one particular iirovision of law mentioned above and sent away to Fort Leavenworth to ruminate on the proposition whether it might not pay to really be a good Indian.”