The new enterprise. (Madison, Fla.) 1901-1908, 1907-08-15
RaSCalS' AriStOCraCy.

Judge Bucklilam, that you be con-
fined in the state prison at San QUEEN
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
crs dock. San Quentin-and only
eighteen" was his glad, unspoken
thought The boys beside him-there
were three of them-strove to look
composed and indifferent, as boys VIII
under the circumstances, but their
envy, tempered by friendship as II
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 it stamped them as mere tyros
In the gallant calling Of theft.
Jimmy went down stairs scarcely
feeling his chains. He strove to ap'
pear modest, not to manifest offensive
ly his recognized superiority over his
companions, but he was none the less
exuberant in spirit, and they were
none the less glum. Jimmy was
tall, slender youth. He had frank,
intelligent face, with lines OF ambi'
ton. His new sense of Importance
lent dignity TO his carriage, his en-
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
undeniable change in him. Jimmy was
getting too high for her now; Jimmy
was a regular convict-an amateur no
longer.
Over the shining bay waters, with
Deputy Marion Wilson, Jimmy rode
expectantly next day. He smiled in
superior complasance at two tenderly
unwise old ladies who were "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, ne felt the warm glow OF self
contentment.
All was rose.colored and scented
for half an hour. Then the horizon
was speckled with the first cloud OF
gloom. He met an old friend.
Hello, jack" he cried, warmly.
Hello, JIMMY" returned Jack,
quite unmoyed.
who's here?" he asked, with adj.
Siirable sangfroid.
"Oh, the usual run, "'said Jack, in.
differently.
"Where's Bart?'
Bart who?'
BLACK Fart ! want to meet him.
"Oh, you do, do yer? Got your salt
yet?"
My salt? No. Where do l get
it,"
over at San Rafael. The next time
20 utake your mornin' walk, buy a
ton or two at the grocery, an git the
man to sprinkle it on yer. Jest tell
BIN you're so fresh you're 'fraid yerll
spoil" and Jack turned contemptu-
ously away.
immy blushed TO the roots of his
stubble. TO crown all, tall, digni.
fed, imposinglooking man walked
slowly by. nodded to Jack, and said,
pleasantly:
Hello, Dolan!"
Hello, Bart!" returned Jack.
II was Black Bart, the famous high.
wayman. Jinmys disomfiture was
complete.
For q week this state of affairs con.
tinued. His expected happiness had
turned TO misery. Every anticipated
sweetness of recognition by the hon.
ored men Of his profession had been
gall Instead. He could not understand
It. He was q stranger in strange
- Even the boys in the tiushop
WhuS,hal been put Is wora re-.
can help tn