Bisbee daily review., 1916-10-01

L- on the campanilelike balcony crown ing that skyscraping structure. he knew. even as he saw two figures standing there before him. that ne 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. It was a yellowed and time-worn scrap Of paper. and sit- 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 TOT their coiors.
 And Manley, as he clinched with Le- gar's stalwart emissary. fought for ft- Nor was his opponent one to be de- spised. The two men fought along the 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 guttural sounds. with teeth barred and face distorted. blind to the blows that were given and taken. un- conscious of the fact that the very p2- 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 it. 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 of .he abyss that yawned so close to his feet But still they fought. [
 Then a second breath of night sreeze. signing through the tower top. carried the paper slowly along the cornice edge. It was Legar's man who saw it as it moved He wrenched away, twisted about. and caught at 1t as it fell. But already he was too late. It lifted with the wind. drifted and eddied slowly about in the moon light. and floated swayingly down into the darker canyon of Broadway. where it 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 cOrHice. painted white to look like . marble And it was a cornice made only for ornaMentation. and no, for support For its fastenings surren- dereG tC the strain of that suddenly 1 imp0sed weight and the buckling seg- -neut of copper swayed outward as the desperately clirgiuC fingers clutched ! r' ltg edges.
 Nanley. hanging to the balustrade with one arm. reached out to grasp that buckling strip of metal to which < helpless man was hanging sheer over space. He caught at it. even as ! Golden caught at his straining shoul- ders to hold him steady.
 But a law. stronger than the will of !, man, seemed to suck the metal slowly. | inevitably, out Of the. cIusea. of RSs tired fingers Then the last fastenings gave, the strained and twisted sheet metal tore slowly way. and the black shadow of man fell like a plummeJ to the iron and stone of Broadway, threef hundred feet below.
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