"What is the matter with Mickey's face? Why, Ev, she looks like she had been through nine wars, and fought them all herself. I've never seen so many scars." "Well, you see," explained Evelyn, "Mickey is the only woman in Juarez, or the world, for that matter, that--if a fight starts in Juarez, and she is on the U. S. side--she is sure to get into the fight before it is over. I've seen her with a bottle so deep in her skull it looked like a feather." "Darling," said Harry, "My brother loaned me his car, just as I told you. Shall we take a little ride when you are through eating?" "I'd love to, dear--I've never been riding around El Paso since I've been here, but where will we go?" "Well, we could drive out the Smelter Road and back the Mesa way, or we could go up on Rim Road, on the side of Mount Franklin, or maybe you would like to drive out to Washington Park--it is beautiful at night." "Well, if I were you," said Evelyn, "I'd go to Washington Park. At least, there's grass on the ground around there." "Well, why isn't there grass on the ground in the other places Harry mentioned, Ev?" "Well, you see, as far as I know--I believe the natives of El Paso have had something to do with the wearing off of the grass in said places." "Oh, I know," smiled Pearl, "You mean cows." "Yes--some cows, but mostly heifers." "How do you girls feel about a drink," asked Harry. "Well, why the Hell didn't you say something before--good Heavens, it's been a long time between drinks--bottoms up." Screaming, glasses crashing, curses, tearing of clothes, yells, biting, pulling of hair, turning over of tables, running of people, came from the rear of the place. "Good Heavens," screamed Pearl, "Those women are tearing each other to pieces--why don't somebody try to separate them?" "Come on, let's get going," said Harry, as he took Pearl by the arm and piloted her out of the place, never bothering to pay the check. "So long, kids, I'll see you tomorrow," called Evelyn. "But where do you live, Ev?" "San Antonio Apartments, on San Antonio Street, number twenty-seven. Come up tomorrow, dear--adios." Harry and Pearl went out into the beautiful new car, and took a long ride toward the Smelter Road, to the fork where you return by the Mesa Road. "Shall we stop and look at the moon for a while?" asked Harry. "I'd love it." "Then we'll stop." Harry pulled the car off the road at the top of a small Mesa Butte, and turned off the lights. "Isn't it beautiful here?" "Yes, but you are more beautiful than a thousand nights," whispered Harry into her ear. She turned her head, looked into his expectant eyes, and thought how handsome he was, with that tightly brushed blonde hair, bushy eyebrows, beautiful smile, backed by manly big white teeth, surrounded by red lips. "Oh, Harry, you are a darling," as their lips met and their young bodies quivered with the thrill of expectation to be fulfilled.