The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1911-01-11

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best chance in trying to get the goods
on Valentine"
The secretary brought In Eli Avery
whose gray hair. ashen face and stoop
ing figure indicated that prison fare
was not reiuvenatlng. although there
was strange sharpness IN his eyes
in his glance. that q long career Of fur
tive watchfulness had developed
you're finally out. eh?" greeted the
prison master. you've done nine?"
Eight years ten months. sir"
Treated pretty well. weren't your
Avery gazed ntently at Smith. then
he replied to his questloner:
You've never heard me complain.
have you?"
mo. and 1t wouldn't have got you
much"
81 saw that the first day in"
well. now what? Going to turn
square?" Handler sneered as he spoke.
The released convict looked the ward
en- squarely in the eyes
You know | am. sir"
| uDTttTlOuSiy.
81 know: they all say so. oh. here's
an old friend of yours. Avery" The
speaker pointed to Doyle
Il don't remember him." replied the
old man after a searching suspicious
inspection of the detective.
You don't remember mech. Bill?'
Doyle laughed.
Avery suddenly exclaimed:
Il got you now. You're Doyle-still
copper?'
"Still copper. Bill"
"You amt got anything on me to
hold over me when | get out"
That's true. Bill Anyway, this
time I'm your friend" said the detec-
tive in earnest manner.
Avery threw his head back.
My friendT' he exclaimed in aston
ishment
The warden could barely suppress
grin.
"Yes; | think ! know where I can
get you pretty good job" went on
Doyle engagingly.
Nobody wants me-" said Avery de-
spondently.
Il think | can arrange it."
"A job in a laundry, eh?" snapped
the ex-prisoner. 1--WE been a wash
woman here"
There are lots of jobs where You
don't have to know a trade. Can't Bill
sit down. warden?
why. certainly" responded Han
dler
Avery. voicing his thanks, seated
himself at the warden's table.
Doyle came close to the old man.
There's one thing you want to do,
Bill. above everything else-keep out
OF bad company" he warned.
Avery hesitated. He glanced from
the detective across to the warden.
I'm getting out of bad company to-
day." he replied briefly.
Doyle started forward.
Yes. and it's good thing you are
for you're getting away from Valen-
tine"
"Valentine?"
Yes" insisted Doyle. 1T doesn't
do you any good to know a man like
that. | suppose you know he killed
Cotton so he wouldn't have to divide
the swag with him" The other shook
his head decisively.
II don't know anything about it,"
The detective now spoke sharply.
And what's he got against you?
He sent out word that'-the question
er suddenly shifted-"what message
did he give you TO take out TOTO
Avery drew back involuntarily.
HE didn't give me any message"
he cried out in positive tones.
Then both the officials noticed that
the ex-convict's eyes slowly dropped
and became directed to the floor.
II could do you good turn-if you
trailed along with me-" suggested the
detective
The released criminal brushed aside
the invitation He rose stiffiy from
his chair.
Pm ON TO you. Doyle. If you're to
be my friend ! know that I've got to
be a stool pigeon. Ell? Wen, I'm old,
and | don't know where I'm goin'
when leave here. But I'll take the
river out there" pointing over his
shoulder with his thumb. "for mine
before | play that game. tell YOU
the old mans voice rose to an indig-
nant pitch Its only fly guys like you.
Doyle. that's too lazy or too ignorant
to do their work themselves that has
to have stool pigeons on your staff to
do your work for you Why. you
couldn't nab a twelve-year-old dip II
you didn't have some poor nerve bro
ken sucker of stool to go out ahead
and make the job easy for you"
Both Doyle and the warden. enraged
at the old man. lunged viciously at
him to wreak vengeance upon him for