The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1864-04-21
CLOSEST SHAVE OF MY LIFE.
BY A LONDON DETECTIVE.

The prison at D is. every way con-
surcr system Of administration than any
similar institution have known l have
seen many, aud locke somewhat closely
into their methods of management aud
discipline, and have often seen much to
approve; but the prison at D surpass-
es all the rest Visitors, of whom very
few are admitted, are amazed at tho reg
uIarity, the order, and most singular of
all, the air of security aud exceeding
quiet that prevails.
As we wandered through the cham
bers in the freer part of the prison, we
came to one, from the window uf which
man was looking so anxiously that he did
not hear US enter. When he turned
around his eyes were glistening with
tears. The warden said he did nothing
but stand at the window at all times when
he was unoccup,ed Tie was u s"iloi, W.
learned, whose offence was that he had
beaten almost to death comrade for
speaking siightiugly of bis wife. Ii"
was in for three years, six months OF
which had passed, and he was one of the
best men about the prison. They had
found out that he was accomplished
that there was no better barber anywhere;
50 he was elevated above his fellows, to
the extent Of dignified position and the
responsibility of razors.
He has shaved me many time better
than could have done it myself. Would
you like prison shave, gentlemen? said
the warden.
l thought there was something quite
taking in the idea, and acknowledg ged
myself to be touched favorably with the
proposition.
johnson will you shave this gentleman, ,
said the warden.
threw off my coat, and settled mysel
comfortably in the big chair johnson
made grave preparations.
always hated razor 1t was vii
laiuous necessity. l wonder if any body
thinks it delightful, the hissiugs of tn
sharp steel over the cheek, and that SLOW
srcape over the throat, with the skin draw
drum tight.
When my face was shining with tn
soap, the warden said
we will leave you for FIVE minutes
Mr. --. Is that time enough, Johu
son?'
Quite time enough, sir, answere
johnson.
! The prisoner and we're left alone
My companions went away in another d
irectiou from that we had been pursuing
and tho warden swung the door wild
open as he passed through leaving it III
: closed. From my position, | saw the
:, a walk along the top Of the wall, until the
came to cornfr, where they spoke Ii;
= tie with the officer in charge. Then the
moved on, officer aud oil, out of sight
Upon each corner of the prison wall
guard is always stationed, we'll armed,
watch that no attempts at escape q
made. The moment this one disappea
:. ed, | felt a sort Of faint shiver of the 7
is zor against my lip. Immediately aft
e =, my barber ceased operations, walked lie
~ r. urely to the door and looked out, and r
of turning, paused an instant at the windt
y where we had found him when we b
ad entered. Then he came back to me al
ri resumed his work. felt vaguely alar
., ed
,n Gt Presently tho prisoner spoke. |
voice was verv low quite a whisper, !
all be effected accordingly, which is
ry likely to occur in the next fortnight
the people will begin to realize that
country is at war; and when, as the
- ly relief from this awful depreciation
paper money, the necessity of taxa.
N such as has not yet been dreamed of
in all be apparent, the people will begin
soberly consider if the abolition poll
i Of the war have not been carried
~ ct far enough, and if the democratic
ois l1y had not better be adopted. There
such argument, after all, as that
Iieh addresses itself to the pocket
i. NO Times.
t. argument (Which addresses itsel