Arizona republican. [volume] (Phoenix, Ariz.) 1890-1930, 1911-11-29

The board. in its executive session
was occupying a room in the city hall,
while their own rooms at police head
quarters were being repaired From
the high windows of their room a shot
rang out and a hoarse and threaten.
ing voice could be heard shouting an
grily as they hurried to the windows.
On the wide lawn of the hall and al
most below them stood a man bran
dishing revolver and evidently
crazed with drink. He was grinning
and waving his arms wildly in triumph
as he gesticulated at the figure of an
other man who was lying on the side
walk, moving not at all Across the
lawn, coming toward him with the la
bored haste of age, was Patrolman
Mccarthy, the veteran guardian of the
grounds about the hall. The old officer
was clearly in distress from his hurry,
but was fumbling under the tails of his
coat as he ran, doggedly, toward the
man with the weapon, who had
dropped his gesticulation and stood
gazing at him with head slightly for
ward, swaying slightly from the influ-
ence of liquor. but evidently keyed up
to any frenZied deed, as could be seen
from his attitude.
that yonlatfo Dooar- o,,G
of the penitentiary," remarked the
president of the board, as calmly as
though another tragedy was not i'm
pending; he was sent up for homi-
clde-now he's out and crazed with
drink again" There was no time TO
say more. The mulatto had drawn
himself erect and was slowly raising
his arm to aim at Mccarthy. who. still
tugging to get his refractory weapon
from his pocket, was painting gamely
across the lawn.
Poor Mac!" said the president un-
der his breath and started to turn
away his head-for he had known the
veteran officer for years and could not
bear to see what was coming Then
he suddenly whirled TO the window
again at the vice-president's cry:
Look, Look" shouted that official.
Out of the door of the hall beneath
them darted Farrell, whose leap down
the stairs from the anteroom had de-
tanned him but few seconds. In his
hand he held a revolver-a lengthy,
heavy police weapon. which he ham
died with accustomed air. Almost un-
consciously. the commissioners glanced
at the mulatto, who had turned at the
sound of the door slamming. and
whose baleful face, as he glared at Far
rell, made them SILVER with its in
tensity OF insane ferocity-then they
turned toward Farrell who had leaped
lightly out on the lawn and quickly,
almost blithely, was approaching the
man. Through the windows they could
even catch the officers clear laugh of
contempt
Put down that gun, you id mig
ger, or III send you where you be-
long," he shouted in a sneeringly
peremptory tone. Drop it, | say, If
that gun amt on the lawn when I
reach that walk you get what's comm
to you"
Under the commanding tones the
mulatto had hesitated for a moment
then he raised his weapon with a
glare of hate in his eye and leveled it
at Farrell. And at the same instant
Farrell leaped boldly forward on to
the walk he had defined as a boundary
and threw up his own revolver with a
rapid, snake-like gesture-but before
he could press the trigger, the mulatto,
succumbing under the cold CLEAN Of
the eye which shone down the barrel,
had dropped his weapon and cringed
shivering with fright, his hands in
the air, a pitiable shred Of the danger
GUS murderer who had stood there but
a moment before.
Lowering his arm with the revolver,
but keeping the cooked weapon by his
side, the policeman walked quickly up
to his" prisoner. kicking the fallen
weapon far across the lawn. and ran
practiced hand over his clothes.
He don't seem TO be armed, Mac"
be said, as the older man fastened up;
you might lead him to the box. Oh"
he added, as the mulatto, through
nervous tension or else because of the
fumes OF the drink reasserting them
selves, made a plunge backward, 1.-The
gent seems to prefer TO ride" And.
lowering the hammer of his own re-
volver with the hand that clutched
the weapon. he sent smash across
the mans forehead that stretched him
senseless on the lawn.
You'll have to call an ambulance
for this man he shot, anyway" re-