The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1913-10-11

light grew muddy with Mikes blows.
when all at once Mr.. BY Heck reached
down. picked mp his right hand. piled
threw 1t at MoJave.
lit hit him abreast OF the lower
maxlllarles and sounded like a butch
or beating steak with a ~cleaver. When
Mike struck the floor he bounced. and
you'd. "a thought II was a Seminole
corn dance from the howl that rose
from that audience. l didn't count
him out. He wouldn't have under
stood. and them obsequies would have
been an extravagance. steps to the
front OF the stage. lifting my voice. 1
am a good loser, and a smile is always
on my face In adversely.
LADY and genta.' says I, Senior
Hiram Oates Wilma de fight. Congrat-
ulash.' Then ! stops. for Hiram taps
me on the shoulder.
you're next. Papriky.'
"Me whatT says /.
You're next
"'No sabe.' says l. struggling my
shoulders.
"'Yes, we dew. Get into them nit
tens, for I'm going TO clean up the
whole caboodle OF you, white, yeller
and black
81 appealed TO the Roman populace
with all the chilli con carne accents I'm
my vocabulary, but their thumbs Is
down. A gray bearded goat in the
rear OF the hall hops up and cries:
"'Htram. kill the dago. The per-
fume amt no good
"'Dago! says /, getting sore. Il
amt a dago. I'm as white as you. you
old dill pickle
"'Do him up. H. says a motherly
lady In the front row, shaking her
bonnet. He amt no more OF a
Frenchman han be-
"Well, sir. I'm getting pretty mad
by this time. And yet | don't banker
none for Hiram and the pillows. No;
/ amt cast I'm the heroic mold OF a
Roman gladiolus. and the sands OF the
areeny sets my teeth on edge, but I'm
fairly forced into them boxing gloves,
and we go at II like We was killing
snakes. Thinks L: I've got TO rush
this Kansas thistle Off his feet. Mike
was too gentle with him. SO I chop
up the air around him and remove IL
TO get more room. | swing and lab
and counter and cross, but | am un-
lucky I'm hitting the places he had just
left. That boy is too shifty 10 hit with.
a shotgun, which is surely a pity. and
somehow / don't connect up with him
none whatever. Likewise he don't hit
me, just keeps a glove In my eye or
brushes my hair with II till l have
suspicious that he Is playing with me
and that I'm being put through my
PAGES like a horse. I'm getting tired
and wabbly In the legs, and In n or
my rushes | run into the organ, leav-
ing a kneecap and create certain dis
cords on IL which don't sound like the
'Maiden's Prayer Sweat Is running
into my eyes. my lungs feel like they
had OH tight shoes. while, like the
rose that was born TO blush unseen, 1
have wasted all my efforts upon the
desert air.
1--WE have fought mebbe five min
utes. with never a single blow landed.
when / grow desperate and make a
last appeal TO the audience.
Ladies and gents I pants, for
heavens sake. stop this brutalityY
But the old man yells:
Nothing but %ralnwater, Hiramv
And then Hiram commenced 10 go
over me like a cooper hopping a bar'l.
He sounded me all around to see IL 1
bad any boiler spots; then he played
n xylophone solo on my short ribs.
boxed the compass with short arm
jabs and hit Inc from four directions
at oncet, so that fell forward toward
him. lie stepped back, shot one into
my sink. then crossed 10 my buffers
pantry. and at last / saw the pretty.
pretty fireworks.
Late that night me and Mike
caught the local az the water tank.
and when we was involved amongst
the straw he says. feeling the bumps
IN his head tender and glngery:
"'Them MINISTRIES had just one weak
point, Klnk.'
"'What was itT | groans.
1--WE ought 10 have kept Balaam.'"