The Arkansaw traveler., 1889-07-13

u Charley Micklereed."
 "Whati Micklereed, my old Camford friendi Yes, now l sec it Is. But oh, Charley, Charley what has brought you to this2"
 "Proximately the government omnibus knowr as Black Maria;' ultimately that common com plaint-want of employment. Don't you know why was sent up2 You don't mean to say il
 isn't in the papers7" said Mir. Micklereed, seriously alarmed for the success of his scheme.
 al have been too busy to look at paper these three days" replied the clergyman. "They ought to tell me what each prisoner has done and the length of his sentence, but my visits are SO hurried they forget sometimes"
 "Ahl that accounts for it." said the prisoner apparently immensely relieved "Well, I took leaf from the Irishman's book and committed an outrage to call attention to my distress. Smashed some lamps in Regent street. Shouldn't wonder ii they made music hall song out of it. Charley Micklereed smashed the lamps to find himself provender,' with an accent on the en,' has good lit about it as that thing on the other Charley and the milk at Chelsea, anyhow. Just look in the papers when you go home and tell me what they say when you call again.
 My dear Mickereed, it's against all rules to tell prisoner what is in the papers. But don't, pray don't, look at this serious thing in that light way You shock me terribly. You seem a hard as"
 "An old horse shoe nail," interrupted the prs- oner "and let me tell you, it's a good nail that gets harder by much hammeriDg. Only the bad ones break"
 "I can stay no longer now," said the clergyman as the wander was heard coming along the corri- dor; "I will come again tomorrow. But do try my old friend, to look at this matter in its true light"
 "Well, don't you forget about the papers then, J was the prisoners parting shot.
 The Rev. Joshua Bamlett went straight to his lodgings and tried to compose his mind. He sat down in his easy chair, lit pipe, and fell into a reverie. How we'll he remembered the old Cam ford days when he and Charley Micklereed had lodged in the same house and belonged to the same set. It was not in any way distinguished set and Micklereed had been kind of honorary member of it. That eccentric young man always seemed to regard the university as a monk did the world-he in 1t, but not of it. He was an orphan and had gone to CamfOrd against his own will, but in accordance with that of his father His father had had belief-fOunded, 1t is needless to say, on ignorance--in the value of Camford degree which had induced him to make his sons inheritance of his little property depend upon the attainment of that academical distinction. Charley fulfilled this condition easily he could and spent the money as quickly possible. Then he took situation but, he could not bring himself to look upon the unwillingness of John Bull, Jr, to acquire useless knowledge as a serious crime he soon lost it. From that time MT. Bamett had lost sight of his friend though he had often wondered what had become oi him.
 It happened that the wife and family of Warder Smith were members of MT. Bamlett's congrega- tion. The warden himself was by the nature of his official duties compelled to attend the ministra- tions of the prison chaplain, but private citi- zen in the bosom of his family he was we'll known to the curate. MT. Bamlett thought it could do no harm to Micklereed to recommend him to the favorable notice of his guardian, he sent mes sage to the warden asking him to step round and see him as soon as he was of duty.
 "Good evening, Smith," said he, when that wor- thy put in an appearance; al want to speak to you about No. 119"
 The set visage of the warden relaxed into kindly grin
 "Rum customer, sir, ain't he2" said he. "When
 took his work to his cell this morning, says be- as cool as you please, 'Ah my warder, I suppose We'll, you look decent sort or fellow, and dare say we shall get along we'll enough.' No. l19, says l, don't you know it's against the rules to talk onnecessarilyP oh, blow the rules,' says he Pm only here for three weeks and mean to enjoy m