New Mexico state record. (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1914-19??, 1918-11-22

him far hat night. and bring abou
many curious things. Not far aheat
of him two men were talking. The!
went slowly. arm In arm. One wa
talking l~oquaciOusly, using his fire..
arm. on which hung Va cane, to gestc
ulnte. The other walked with ben
head.
Milky. pausing to light a cigarette
fell behind. But the wind was tricky
and with his third match he stepped
into stone archway, lighted his
cigarette, buttoned his tunic higf
against the chill, and emerged to q
silent but violent struggle just ahead
The two men had been attacked by
three others, and as he stared, the
loquacious one went down. Instantly
Il huge figure Of a nan outlined against
the light from a street lamp, crouched
over the PROSTATE form Of the fallen
man. Even in the imperceptible sec.
ond before he started to run toward
the group. Milky saw hat the silent
one, u~nmolested. was looking N.
A moment later he was in the thick
of things and fighting gloriously. His
soldierly cap fell off. His fair hair
briStIed with excitement. He flung out
arms that were both furious and
strong, and with each blow the group
assumed a new formation. Unluckily,
a great deal of the fighting was done
over the PROSTATE form of Peter Nj
burg.
But disaster, ingloriOus disaster,
waited for Milky. Peter Niburg, face
down on the pavement, was grooming.
and Milky had felled one man and
was starting on a second with the fight
ing appetite Of twenty-three. when
something happened One moment
Milky was smiling, with n cot lip, and
hair In his eyes, and the next h was
dropped like an OK, by a blow from
behind. Landing between his Shout
der blades, it jerked his head back
with a snap, and sent him reeling. A
second followed, delivered by a huge
fist.
Down went Milky, and lay still.
The town slept on. Street brawls
were not uncommon. especially in the
neighborhood of the Hungana. Those
VIII" reused grumbled about quarrel
some students, xnd slept again.
Perhaps two minutes later, Milky
got up. He was another minute in 10.
eating himself. His cap lay in the
gutter. Beside him, on his back, lay
a sprawling and stertorous figure,
with, so quick the downfall, a cane
still hooked to his arm.
Milky bent over Peter Niburg.
Bending over made his head ache
a%bominably.
Here, mani" he said. Get up!'
Rouse yourself!"
Peter Niburg made an inarticxhte
reference to a piece of silk of celtain
quality, and lay still. But his eyes
opened slowly, and he stared up at
til" stars. "A fine night" he said
thickly. "A very fine" Suddenly he
raised himself to a sitting posture.
Terror gave him siren tn. "T've been
robbed" he said. Robbed. l am
ruined. I am dead"
Tut" said Milky, hopping his cut
lip. "If you are dead, your spirit
speaks with an uncOmmonly lusty
voice! Come. get up. We present to-
getler Il shameful picture of defeat"
But he raised Peter Niburg gently
from the ground and, finding his knees
unstable, from fright or weakness,
him against a house wall. Peter
Niburg, with rolling eyes, felt for his
and, the saints he praised,
found 1t.
"Ah" he said, and Strengthened up.
'After all, 1t is not so bad as I feared.
They got nothing"
He made n manful effort to walk, |
but tottered. reeled. Milky caught
him.
Careful" he said. 1.-THE colossus |
was doubtless the one who got US