The Coconino weekly sun., 1894-08-02

paved street lined with acegutds, now dry, but containing a few Lombardy poplars whose pivotal leaves were too languid to f1utter, so still was the night air. There were no lights in the streets, and in the most of houses they had been eXtinguished as soon as the firing began; the few that remained shone through windows opened to ad- init the air and fell in rectangular patches on the bare adobe footpath be- tween the buildings and the acequid. These desultory illuminations made the rest of the street seem dark, though, from the splendid starlight, summer nights in Arizona are never really so.
 We were guided to the Harmony by the tramp of feet and the sound of voices at the lower end of the street. and as we walked toward it and en- tered the darllened space which sue ceeded the illumination from solitary window, we stumbled over what, on ex- animation, proved to be the body of a man, lying where he had stumbled over the edge of the acequia in crossing the street. We turned him over, and Davis, on examination, found that he was dead, being shot through the base of the neck. We left him lying where we found him and hurried on to the Harmony, which, together with the portion of the street directly in front of it, must, when we got there, have contained every inhabitant of the viii lage, even to the last Chinaman and dog.
 Davis forced his way through ihs to the door; those recognizing his per son tried to fall back and admit him. followed Davis, and finally found my self inside the Harmony-a bar, gam bling house and consert hall com bined, and consisting of a single, large, rectangular adobe room, dimly lighted by few dirty bracket reflector lamps, whose sickly flames seemed sinking for want of oxygen in the op- pressive alcoholic air. The tarnished refiectors were set level so that the limiting shadows from the base of the lamps allIost covered the floor, leav- ing the lower angles of the room in feeble, uncertain half-light.
 Lying quietly on a faro table was a gambler, shot through the lungs. The blood welled profusely from bullet hole in his side and trickled into an increasing pool, which was now over spreading the Hay out" like last mocking, sanguinary wager, offered ironically by one who had already ao. cepted the terms of death,
 To the left stood rancher, leaning against the bar, holding with his right hand his left forearm, which was bad ly shattered below the wrist
 In the dimly-lightea corner most re- mote from the door, seated on piano. stool, was a young girl, sobbing vio- lently, as if in pain or in great grief. In her despair, she had thrown herself forward on to the piano and buried her fair but dissipated face in mass of brown hair, drawn from nude shoulders it had served to drape, and now confined only by her white, bare arms, which rested on the white, bare keys. Her physical abandonment was as utter as her moral hopelessness seemed complete.
 After stanching the hemorrhage of the man shot through the lungs, Davis turned his attention to the girl. Lay ing his hand gently on her bare shoul- der which was trembling accOmDania- ment to her violent, intermittent sobs, Davis asked her where she was hurt. She sobbed in reply that she did not