The Lee County journal. (Leesburg, Ga.) 1904-19??, 1907-07-05

The sentence OF the court Is, sale
Judge Bucklilam, that you be con
fined In the state prison at San Quen
Tin for the term of two years
A modest flush, born of the pride he
could not entirely conceal passed over
the face OF the youth in the prison
ers' dock. San Quentin and only
eighteen was his glad, unspoken
thought. The boys beside him--there
were three Of them-stroye to look
composed and Indifferent, as boys will
under the circumstances, but their
envy, tempered by friendship as it
was, was clearly apparent Each OF
them had his secret hopes and each
had been disappointed And Jimmy
Picklock had, without merit that they
could see, gained the coveted prize.
Only the house Of correction awaited
them, an institution whose diplomacy
was a shame rather than an honor,
since il stamped them as mere tyros
in the gallant calling of theft.
Jimmy went down stairs scarcely
feeling his chains. He stroye to ap-
pear modest, not to manifest offensive
" his recognized superiority over his
companions, but he was none the less
exuberant in spirit, and they were
none the less glum Jimmy was a
tall slender youth He had frank,
intelligent face, with lines OF ambi-
ton. Ills new sense Of Importance
lent dignity to his carriage, his eX-
preston and his gait.
That afternoon Tansy Mollie came
up to the jail to bid him good-by. He
saw her in the visitors room She
was more than ever tender more than
ever worshiping, in her simple, Tar
Flat way, She congratulated him
warmly but he paid little heed And
though she hoped against hope, the
poor girls doubts OF his love grew
greater and greater in the face of this
change in him Jimmy was
getting too high for her now; Jimmy
was a regular conyict-an amateur no
longer
Over the shining bay waters, with
Deputy Marion Wilson Jimmy rode
eXpectantly next day He smiled in
superior complaisance at two tenderly
unwise old ladies who We're "coony'
enough to pity him. They little knew
And when he had arrived at the old
brick prison, and passed through the
outer gate and the inner and stood at
last on the fagstones of the walk |
within the walls, and viewed the gray
stone cell buildings, and the men in
stripes, whc we're his superiors no |
longer he felt the warm glow of self
All was rose-colored and scented |
for half an hour, Then the horizon /
was speclled with the first cloud of
gloom He met an old friend
Hello, Jackl" he cried, warmly.
Hello JIMMY" returned Jack, |
quite mmoved
who's here?" he asked, with adj
wirabe sangfroid
oh the usual run, said Jack, in
Where's Bart?"
Bart who?'
"Black Bart l want to meet him.
ooh, you do, do yer? Got your salt
7et?"
my salt? No. Where do I get
over at San Rafael The next time
20 utake your mornin' walk, buy a
on or two at the grocery. an git the
nan to sprinkle it on yer Jest tell
rim you're so fresh you're fraid yer1l
spoil" and Jack turned contemptu-
,usly away
immy blushed to the roots Of his
itubble. TO crown all, tall, digni-
led, imposing-loolling man walked
slowly BY nodded to Jack, and said,
PLEASANTLY;
''Hello, Dolanl'
Hello, Bart!" returned Jack.
1t was Black Bart the famous high
vayman Jimmys discontinue was
For week this state Of affairs con
.inued His expected happiness had
.uned to misery Every anticipated
sweetness Of recognition by the hon
pred men Of his profession had been
gall instead. He could not understand
t. He was stranger in a strange
and. Even the boys in the tiushop
Ehere he had been put to work re-