Western liberal. (Lordsburg, N.M.) 1887-1919, 1917-02-02

on the c~ampanile-like balcony crown
ing that skyscraping structure, he
knew, ever 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
a 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 a tell-tale
sheet of paper. 1t 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 for their
colors.
And Manley, as he clinched with Le-
CARS stalwart emissary, fought for it.
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 cultural sounds, with teeth
barred and face distorted, blind to the
blows that were given and taken, I'M
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 c%ircling 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
the abyss that yawned so close to his
feet. But still they fought.
Then a second breath OF night
breeze, signing through the tower ton.
carried the paper slowly along the
cornice edge. It was Legar's man who
saw it as 1t moved. He wrenched
away twisted about, and caught at it
as 1t fell. But already he was too
late. It lifted with the wind, drifted
and eddied slowly about in the moon
light, and foated swayingly 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 1t was a cornice made
only for ornamentation, and not for
support. For it's fastenings surren-
dered to the strain Of that suddenly
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 It, even as
Golden caught at his straining shout
ders to hold him steady.
But a law, stronger than the win OF
man, seemed to suck the metal slowly,
inevitably, out Of the clutch OF his
tired fingers. Then the last f~asteninRs
gave, the strained and twisted sheet,
metal tore slowly lway, and the black
shadow of a man fell like q plummet TO
the iron and stone Of Broadway, three
hundred feet below.
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