New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1911-01-25

terieS of the grapevine" the cross
buttock,' the Cornwall heave," the
flying mare" the back heel" the rib
crushing Scissors" the waist and
crotch holds and even the fortunes Of
the deadly strange holds, front and
rear.
Handler bent over his desk, resting
both his hands upon it, and sneered
at 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
like a puppy with the pink eye; that's
what you're coming to. It's bound to
get you this life-just like 1t gets all
the rest Of you thin skinned guys.
Only a bum can live this life and keep
his mind and his manhood"
The cruel words Of the warden sank
deeply into Valentines soul, as Han
der well knew they would. But the
prisoner was determined that he would
show no signs of weakening before the
two men who hated him.
81 didn't hit him because I'll square
myself when get OUT answered Val
entine defiantly, and there are few
little things that will square with
you, too, Mr. Warden Handler. You
know you have me in your power, and
so do l. 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 fighting
man has for another who fights him
squarely 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, $50 I'm going to
like you, am I? Well, just watch me.
I'll burke you, YOU
Handler lunged around the corner
of his desk at the prisoner.
Don't burke mev' cried Valentine
desperately.
Eyes cleaning with his vengeful-
ness, with hands outstretched, the
warden came headlong at Valentine,
who braced himself to withstand the
shock Of the oncoming body. Crouch
ing, the prisoner primed himself to
clutch one of the warden's thumbs,
which was carelessly extended out
ward from his banda trick Bothner
had shown him. Once securing this
thumb, it could be pulled back OF
twisted to the breaking point If nee
essary to cause an opponent to yield,
or by drawing the outstretched arm
over his shoulder wheeling his back
to his foe as he did so, Valentine
could bend sharply forward and throw
his assailant helplessly over his head
and on to the floor in a heap with the
disconcerting flying mare"
But midway in his rush the warden
stopped short He had caught him
self just in time. About to throw
himself blindly at his intended victim,
thought ian inspiration he after
ward considered it to be) flashed
through his brain. The warden halt
ed, much to the amazement Of his
secretary, Smith, who had been watch
ing the proceedings with unconcern
born of experience in like happenings.
Then Handler turned away, rested one
hand on his desk and with the other
stroked his heavy, square chin ref1ec-
lively
God" he pondered. Suppose the
lieutenant governor should get Oh to
those deals in the contracts for sup
plies? He might. and then Id need
him to be my friend.
Handler reached out, picked UP box
from the desk and extended it to the
now thoroughly thunderstruck convict,
who was slowly recovering from the
mental strain Of the last few moments.
"Have cigar" smiled the warden gra-
ciously, with a sweeping bow. "Also
permit me to offer you a chair, Mr..
Valentine. ....- ~.
"By the way" he went on easily.
"are you perfectly comfortable in your
cell? If not, want to know what I
can do for you. I'm going to have
Smith 60 to see you every day to do
for you anything that you want, pro-
vided the rules Of the prison permit.
and maybe some things they DON'T
Valentine. hardly believing what his
eyes and ears told him actually to be
occurring, dropped bewilderedly into
the proffered chair and, taking gilt
banded Havana from the box, stuck it
eagerly between his lips.
"Have light" said the warden,
striking match and extending it to
the end Of Valentines cigar.
The secretary stood across the room
near door eyes staring in his wonder
as No. 1889 leaned back luxuriously in
his chair, crossed one striped leg over
the other and sent fra grant clouds Of