The Clarksburg telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1874-1926, 1911-04-27

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rood When q prisoner who offended
the warden ia any way was meted
out the vengeance that the warden
would not be denied. Once there was
4 thin chested. cough racEed little
election inspector doing three for
crooked work at the polls who had
had his front teeth kicked down his
throat because he would not shine the
warden's shoes. AS for this slick Mr..
Valentine, he was altogether TOO indie
pendent too, and the warden would
give him the lesson Of his life. He
would
The door opened, and in came Smith,
holding Jimmy Valentine by the arm.
The warden stood at his desk.
sBring. him over hereg' he cried
shoarsely, pointing to the space in front
of his desk.
The secretary slipped his hand up
behind the prisoners neck and with a
violent heave flung Valentine forward
so that lie was barely able to. prevent
himself from falling fat on his face.
Gritting his teeth, No. 1888 straighten-
cd himself and finally succeeded in
suppressing the impulse that surged
within him TO spring at his cowardly
assailant's throat. Probably 1T was
the realization OF the fact that he
knew himself to be more than an
equal for Smith in hand to hand
conflict that enabled him to restrain
| himself-the contempt of strong.
confident man for an ignoble inferior.
Smith was larger and heavier, yes,
I bnt the man who had hip locked the
burglar Cotton and had thrown him
headlong to his death from the win.
dow of rushing railway train was
not one to be trified with. Besides, no
less n parsonage than George Bothner,
the worlds lightweight wrestling cham.
Dlon, had taught Valentine the mys-
terles of the grapevine" the cross
bullock" the J'Cornwall heaye," the
flying mare" the back heel" the rib
crushing Scissors" the waist and
crotch holds and even the tortures Of
the deadly strangle holds, front and
rear.
Handler bent over his desk, resting
both his hands upon 1t, and sneered
ut Valentine.
why didn't you smash him when
he hit you, you coward" he asked
the helpless prisoner in purposely ag-
gravating tones. You're losing your
nerve in this little boarding house of
mine; that's what's the matter with
you. You haven't any manhood left
in you. And, say, Valentine, when we
have had you here as our guest two
years more you'll be whining around
IKE a puppy with the pink eye; that's
what you're coming to. It's bound to
ger you-this hfe-just like 1t gets all
Lne rest oil you thin skinned guys.
only pun can live this life and keep
us IS, inlnd ana us manhood.
me etuel words OF the warden sank
a a,s,l int , saie a, soul US Ian
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snom Nv slg sh ~ W. mea a, Detore Tue
~ didn't Nit him beconse IN ennore
myself when ref ont" answered. Val.
entine defiantly "apd there are n few
little things that / will sonare with
you. too, Mr.. Warden Handler You
know you have me in your power and
so do I. But. Handler, you're going TO
like me better from now on because,
realizing my position, have dared go
against YOU"
But Valentine had mistaken his
man. The respect that one lighting
man has for another who fights him
sqnarely found no place in the craven
heart of Billy Handler. Valentine had
yet something to learn OF the psy-
chology of Jail wardens. Handlers
face took on malignant expression
oh" he sneered. 80 I'm going to
like you, am i? Well, just watch me
I'm burke you, YOU
Handler lunged around the corner
of his desk at the prisoner.