The Arkansaw traveler., 1888-03-03
TRAMP, OR GENTLEMAN l?
Atlanta Constitution.

he entered the place.
 The visitor was shabbily dressed. His coat was ragged and his trousers patched. His hat was without a brim, and his shoes let his feet touch the ground.
 "I'll shadow him." said the marshal to himself.
 The tramp slouched along down the shady side of the street until he reached the depot. Here he paused and took seat on the platform.
 Hello, there :" said the marshal as he came up. "You must move on."
 The man thus rudelv spoken to turned a weary face towards the officer.
 It was not very clean face, and it bore traces of care But it was not bad face nor a very old face. On the contrary, it was rather frank and youthful.
 All this the marshal took in, but he had his orders and had to carry them out. Blue Rock had passed an ordi- nance subjecting all tramps to thirty days imprisonment at hard labor.
 "What are you doing here?" asked the officer roughly.
 '.I am looking for work" was the reply.
 "Who are you, and where are you trom?"
 'T am gentleman" said the tramp, wearily.
 "A gentleman P shouted the mar shal. "You look like one. What is your name and where are you from?"
 The wayfarer put his hand to his head and puzzled look came over his face.
 q would give anything to be able to answer your questions" he said, "but I can't answer, for I do not know"
 At this astounding reply the mar shal raised his baton.
 "None of your chaff," he growled. "Now, rll give you one chance. You must march out of town or I'll run you in"
 The stranger evidently understood the full meaning of the threat. He leaped from his seat with a frightened look, and without word walked of down the railroad track.
 "He's been arrested before," said the officer thoughtfully. "No doubt he has been in dozen jails. We'll, so he leaves here it is all right"
 Two hours later the guardian of the peace found his tramp occupying his former seat on the depot platform.
 "Now, you must come with me" said the marshal angrily.
 He seized the lounger by one arm and jerked him up.
 The prisoner made no resistance. He looked responsibility at his captor and started off with him without a word.
 At Blue Rock justice was always swift, although perhaps it was little crude.
 In less than an hour the tramp was convicted and locked up in the stock ade, where he was set to work break ing rock.
 The prisoners obstinacy in assert ing that he had forgotten his name and his former place of abode made the petty village officials very mad, and the poor man was put to work at harder tasks than usual.
 As the weeks rolled on it was mo- ticed that the prisoner displayed no resentment or impatience. He went about his work cheerfully and with out complaint.
 When the prisoners term was out the first man he met after his release was the marshal.
 "Get out of the town right away" was the officers advice.
 "But want to stay here," said the tramp. '1 want work, and like the place.
 "You are & blank fool to want to stay in this town," replied the other, "and it will be my duty to arrest you again if you don't leave. So march !"
 The unfortunate wretch made no further appeal. He limped of slowly and was soon out of sight.
 Later in the day the marshal passed by the depot and saw 8 spectacle that made him open his eyes.
 The tramp was on the platform and the superintendent was talking to him.
 "Come here," said the superintend- ent to the marshal, land take this vagabond of P
 There was nothing to do but to make the arrest. A speedy conviction followed, and the luckless victim was again sent to the stockade for thirty | days