♦Sunday Looks Like Any OldDay to ThemLast Sunday morning between eight or nine o’clock^ with thestreet* populated an on a holiday,there aros£ a drutiketl brawl between one Bltl Mite Baker, son of Sihi Baker and *‘OidM Miller who has been Wdirkittg at FficSs livery bdrn.The brawl was the result of an old debt, which Baker claimeduMiller * owed him. One word brought on another, then the “Lie was passed; and Biker hit Miller with a knife.Miller’s sweetheart who was with him at the time, took a hand* * in the affair, and proceeded to pound Bakers head into a jelly.Ffoirt the original starting point df the fight, (iri front of the Shay building) hostilities were moved to the vac'lit lot, cdrner Broadway And LaFayette Ave.Here it was tfi£r Miller made for Baker with a 2x4 scantling withGUt^ettmg in hitting distance of his adversary. Naturally a crowd gathered around, ?nd when\ someone mentioned that the Mar-*shall was enroute to tlie battlefield, with the whoop of a Sipux or a Comanche Indian, Baker jumped on a horse and made his get-away, while Miller wetlded his way southward on Broadway, his sweetheart’s arm entwined around his neck, speaking words into his ear that only a hero hearswhile,■*in the meantime Marshal Stoutwas in pursuit of the whooping Baker..