El Paso herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1901-1931, 1911-09-16

boy and with one hand seized him by
the collar and with the other picked
up a stout stick. For time Bob sub
mitted to the beating in stole silence,
horrible In such a mite of humanity.
devoting his energies to the unsuc-
cessful effort to dodge the descending
stick until q blow of unusual force
fell upon his shoulder. Then bis dirty
face was distorted with pain and hate.
his clinched lips parted in the shrill
scream Of a wounded tiger cub Quick
as a thought he seized the hand that
grasped the stick and buried bis teeth
in the flesh until they met the bone.
Uttering q howl. the drunken brute
dropped to the floor. rolling in agony.
The boy darted through the door, pull
ed I'D a loose board In the hall and
drew ont the sum total OF his worldly
wealth-a single dime. Then his fight
was resumed
He did not cease running until the
umbledOwn tenement district was Tar
behind him. Then he set bis face to-
ward the downtown business section
A portly gentleman Of good natured
aspect came toward him. The boy
boldly accosted him.
'Say. mister. where can buy some
papers"
1--WE no money for you." answered
the gentleman impadently.
Don't want any money. Got all ]
want" the boy said sturdfly.
The gentleman laughed. That's more
than I have, my youthful Croesus.
Press Office, Fifth avenue, three blocks
down."
And the boy trudged bravely on his
way through the crowded thorough
fare, unmindful of smarting shoulders.
bis fortune grasped tightly in his fist
The statement that his fortune was
carried In his fist Is true in two senses
of the word. for, when he had expend-
ed his treasure in copies Of that organ
Of publicity known as the Press. with
the instinct OF genius he sought the
, most crowded corner Of the ctty's busi-
est avenue. Here an unforeseen OBJ
stacle met our young knight Grant
Hardly had he begun to cry his wares
when another '.newsie," who had pre-
empted the corner. staggered up to
him and flercely challenged:
'Say. kid. wotcher dom herer"
"Sellin' papers," said our young
friend.
Not much. yer don't. Dis is my
stan Take a sneak. seew
Jaw. go onw And then the fight
began.
The assailant was the older and big
ger, but this was style of argument
with which Bob was familiar. He
dealt his blows Justify and maliciously,
greatly to the delight Of the crowd. that
gathered to observe the hosdlities. Not
the least interested was the burly. red
faced limb of the law who controlled
the traffic at that corner.
MY money on the little fellow"
laughed a youth.
Sure" said the policeman. AN ye'll
be findin' no takers, I'm thinkin'."
Officer" a woman cried Indignantly,
while she stared at the little fighters,
fascinated. you ought to be ashamed
of yourself. Pull them apart at once"
"Oh, lave thin alone. ma'am." re-
sponded the guardian Of the public
peace. It'll be doin' thin good"
Lord" shouted the sport, see that
uppercut! l win. The little one has
him down"
The sport spoke truly. The combat
ants were PROSTATE in the gutter, Bob
on top and pummeling his antago-
nist's features with an earnestness OF
purpose that was inspiring. At this
crisis the policeman regretfully re-
called himself to duty.
That's enough. me son." he de-
clared. pulling them apart
"'Tain't enough" the victor rebel
nously answered. thin ribbon Of
blood streaming from his nose. the
light Of battle In his eye "'Tain't
enough till he says l can sell papers
here"
Amt he tn little divil." the police
man CALCULATED admiringly. ''Ye stay
all right. kid Ye're tn boss now
Shows over. frinds. Move on"
And so. while his late antagonist
skunk. shifting. away TO hide his dis