The daily morning Alaskan., 1903-02-13

in the main street that they could ad. vance but a little way at time, and opposite the speakers platform they came to a etandsull A company of town boys bored through, jostling the people to right and left shouting and blowing horns. The leader. a tall young fellow. struck the Jamison horse across the nose with a horn.
 Looking up he saw who was the driver. and bis Joy nearly overcamo him.
 'sTrembely Ed. as I'm RliveF he shouted. Come on. boysl Here's our game. He'll scahe to death here"
 Perhaps they did not see that Eds companion was a woman. The people fell back a little and looked on duly Some of the best men of the town were there. but none offered to inter- fere. Bystanders' justice is as slow in getting under way as it is inexorable in its final action.
 The gang was in their liveliest mood They unbuckled the harness, tied the horse's ears, tipped the wagon and howled and circled. One of them threw a half eaten banana at Ed. He ducked, and Mrs. Jamlson screamed and clapped her hands to her eye. Ed sprang to his feet and drew the hands gently away. Blood streamed down her face. The sharp stem of the fruit had made a ragged cut in her cheek.
 A country crowd takes up news as water does wave motion. Within Ave minutes lt seemed that everybody in the place knew that something was happening down in the square.
 Ed Jamlson's fighting! Ed Jami- son's Killed two men! There's an aw- ful fight going on in the square! Trem- bely Ed Jnmison's gone crazyg' So the rumors caught from man to man.
 Something was happening. Trembe- ly Ed Jamlson was licking" the Tan nersyllle gung one by one in a twelve foot ring under the wayerlng torch lights of the speakers stand, while the speaker waited and wondered.
 It was minutes before the men about the wagon fully believed their eyes, but when they did Ed got fair play to the finish. Three of the gang tried to wriggle into the crowd, but they were tossed back Into the circle and when they saw that escape wRs impossible fought gamely: but they were no match for the sturdy hill boy. Clean, regu- lar living. hard work in the sunshine and a superior muscular inheritance were pltted against them, but more DO tent than these was the unleashed spir' it of the youth It was as if the dan that had caught and held an the man hood that should have flowed quietly and steadily through the growing years had suddenly given way.
 This flood swept bun along. He could not stop. When the last man, the tan leader, went down. be swung op Into the crowd like a madman. Three men hid hold Of him and shouted Into his ears that it was an over. He re- covered slowly and went Co his moth CT. A doctor was binding up her wound.
 People wondered afterward how sbe could have sat there SO quietly in the midst of the noise and The jostle aud the sickening blows. but Mrs JamiSon. deep in her troubled mother heart, knew that out of that dust and cursing and pain another son was being born to her.
 When Trcmbely Ed took the seat be. side her. they hardly knew him. and as the crowd parted widely to let him pass .he pent up feeling lOosed Into cheer after cheer that Ialg up to tho hills and on up to the high heart of the mother.