Evening star., 1919-04-13
By Leroy Scott


at the same instant he . hurled H1,,sd,d Mary
she struck Clifford, Bradley leaped
upon him and knocked his pistol
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ii Ssarliike e snN arms. The two men
went hrs; swaying hsayy staras ha
alone, except for the limp Harrison
on "so soe # Ho0r WAS all a blutr-those
others" Bradley snarled at him.
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Clifford tried to struggle free: Mary
must have been taken by those
o1hers ana his every impulse fbsrs wa. saea
breaking the clutch of those mighty.
hate-hungry arms. He tried only to
struggle defensiyely.. hoping for the
appearance Of 1immie, is Kellympqff inot IN
merely tried to hold his own against
this maddened antagonist he would
swiftly be a defeated man-and that
Dfs %aimed pea'ef to the "HGa exhaustion Of Brad:
ley's fury. And then he realized and
accepted, this for what it was and
what it had to be; & 1t was that the next next
tiIuc ioI WuICt Ae~N OAeSA
wished-the time" which between
avoiding.
it's time looked upon many strange
scenes, but never had 1t looked upon
such scene as that which followed;
sn each msasHste snsa csyd Tayds sad sad
driven Bradley from the police
department by the exposure of his :
criminal .practices--was the same
supreme, desire to destroy the other.
Graphing each other they went
staggering about the great nba matea
pagne glasses its silver -sndcsiass
epergno Of terraced fruit, went toppling
over. The next moment a splendid. II
incongruous buhl cabinet, was a wreck
was thousand fragments upon the
floor. And still the two man beasts
swaycd about in their destructive fury
minute Of this mad straining Of
muscle against muscle. and that part
Of Clifford's rage which was unbridled
madness disappeared-thou the rage.
itself remained. His head began to
clear. He perceived that in such an
animallike struggle as this he was fore
doomed-Bradley was the heavier and
to try to break free if he could change
this to fight with fists and could keep
Bradley at arms length there would be
different tale. for he knew himself
Bradley also knew this and ciung un-
breakingly on; his was the art Of the
New York policeman who has risen
from the "gashouse district" an art in
is barred He kicked fercely at Cliff
ford's shins; he tried to drive his knee
up into Cliffords stomach; suddenly
bending his own body in&ardly into
an arc, he as suddenly contracted his
disable his enemy. caught unawares-
perhaps break his back, and he closed
a huge hand upon Clifford's face as
though 1t would strip the features
from the skull--and only removed
his teeth into the heel Of the palm.
For the time Clifford had forgotten
all but Bradley Had he thought Of
Jimmie Kelly. he would now have re-
sented Jimmie's entrance.
All this while, whenever he could
get free arm, and dared risk blow,
Clifford was driving his fist into the
glowering face before his own. He
was not directing his blows In the
hope of knock-out; the range was
too short for his fist to secure the
crashing power for that; but he sent
his fists at the lips. at the nose, at the
eyes. He was working toward an
end. woodworking with a cold mind.
through with fury undated He
wanted those lips and nostrils to
stream blood; he wanted those eyes
to pun up and, close. That of itself
would not win him this gigantic
struggle. since Bradley's great
strength would not be reduced there
by. But it might cause Bradley to
hose all selfcOntrol. and in his huge.
ungarded violence to give Clifford the
opening for which he was working
and waiting.
Clifford's nerves and muscles were
now remembering something of the
skill that had been his when he had
been a member of his university's
champion wrestling team. But he
was carefully masking his plan. To
Bradley he was apparently fighting
the same kind of fight as his own
where brute strength triumphed in
the end And with Clifford there was
the question whether his old skill at
its best would avail against such SUI
perior strength as Bradley's-and also
the question, would he get the chance
to use it?
At length there came a moment
when Bradley thought that he had
won. He gave Clifford Il supreme
bear-hug-more than once he had
thus cracked strong mems RIBS. Cliff
ford gave a gasping cry, his mouth
fell loosely agape, his knees gave
way, and he hung dead weight in
Brauley's arms. Bradley was not
primarily a fist fighter, but he knew
the value of fist at the right mo-