The Yale expositor., 1916-10-19

on the campanile-like balcony crown
ing that skyscraping structure, he
knew, even as he saw two figures
standing there before him, that he
was too late.
That much he knew, even before he
caught at enough breath to call out
warning to Enoch Golden or swing
about and spring for the second figure,
already shrinking back in the shadow
of that many-columned cupola. For in
the hand of the second figure Manley
had already caught sight of tell-tale
sheet Of paper II was a yellowed
and time-worn scrap Of paper, and lit
tie more. but to Manley it had become
the emblem and pennon of a desperate
cause, a flag to be rallied round and
fought for, TO the last ditch and the
last gasp, as harried soldiers fight
through the smoke of battle Tor their
colors.
And Manley, as he clinched with Le-
gar's stalwart emissary, fought for 1t.
Nor was his opponent one to be de-
crest OF that midnight tower as two
mountain lions might fight along the
brink of an Andean precipice. They
/ fought with gasps and grunts, with
strange cultural sounds, with teeth
| barred and face distorted, blind to the
blows that were given and taken, un.
conscious of the fact that the very pa
per for which they were fighting had
already fallen to the cupola floor, and
| from there had been blown by the
north wind to the furthermost edge OF
the cornice circling the stone column
supports.
Golden himself was already reaching
| for that paper when Legar's confed.
crate caught sight OF il, broke from
Manley's grasp and dove bodily for
where it lay. Manley. a second later,
! followed him. There, half astride the
balustrade OF coppered wood painted
to look like marble, the fight was re-
newed. Each crouched low as he
fought, drunkenly conscious now or
the abyss that yawned so close to mis-
feet. But still they fought.
Then a second breath Of night
breeze, signing through the tower top
carried the paper slowly along the
cornice edge. II was Legar's man who
saw II as IL moved. He wrenched
away, twisted about, and caught at II
as 1t fell. But already he was too
late. IL lifted with the wind, drifted
and eddied slowly about in the moon.
light, and floated swavingly down into
the darker canyon OF Broadway, where
1t was soon lost to sight.
But neither Manley nor his enemy
saw that descent, for Legar's man as
he lurched suddenly forward threw all
his weight on the outstanding copper
cornice. painted white to look like
marble. And II was a cornice made
only for ornamentatiou, and not for
support. For its fastenings surren.
dered to the strain OF that suo ienly-
imposed weight and the buckling seq
ment OF copper swayed outward as the
desperately-clinging fingers clutched
at its edges.
Manley. hanging TO the balustrade
with one arm. reached out to grasp
that buckling strip of metal to which
a helpless man was hanging sheer
over space. He caught at 1t. even es
Golden caught at his straining shoul.
ders to hold him steady.
But law, stronger than the will of
man, seemed to suck the metal slowly.
inevitably. out OF tho clutch of his
tired fingers Then q tast fastenings
gave, the strained sIu twisted sheet
metal tore slowly nay. and the black
shadow of NAL fell Ike a plummet TO
the iron and stone OF broadway, three
hundred feet below,
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