Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1911-02-03

seemed greatly interested. He would
show them his prize exhibit. In spite
of a belief that was taking strong
hold OH his brain he would take a
chance on displaying the unique abili-
ties of No. 1889.
He we'll knew what to do should
complications ensue. There were dark
cells in Sing Sing for convicts the
warden could decide to be unruly.
These were damp, dark cells below the
level of the rushing river, relics of
years when the state had little money
and little thought for those held to
have broken its laws. There were
cells with "straitjackets," where man
could be trussed up with straps fixed
to the walls, like sucking pig in a
market window, only his toes touch
ing the floor. Anyway No. 1888 was al
ready discredited.
Get Valentine!" he gruff1y said to
Smith. well, governor" he contin-
ued in a more amiable lone, 'Tll give
you and the ladies a romantic type.
He's not a poet, but he is doing ten
years here for opening a bank safe
without tools or the combination, SIM
ply by sense Of touch. There is some
poetry in that"
"Impossible!" commented Fay.
We'll, the bank safe was opened
and the money stolen, and his pal
peached."
The door at the right of the office
leading in from the corridors Of cells
opened. In came Smith, followed by a
young man whose convict's garb could
not overshadow the intelligence that
showed in his ashen face. Clearly the
prison air was working it's baneful
penalty on him with more success
than usual in the case Of men who en-
tered the institution in good health.
Vaguely conscious that there were Wis
itors present, No. 1889 stood before the
warden with his eyes directed toward
the floor. His shoulders were square,
he was a good height, with a figure
which yet bore indications that he had
been athletic in his free days. When
he had entered the room the lieutenant
governor had noticed that the convict
walked with free, manly stride, hav-
ing no semblance to the shuffling pris-
on slouch of his fellow inmates.
Permit me-" Handler addressed his
visitors, with an elaborate gesture, ito
present Mr.. Jimmy Valentine. He's
put more time locks on the retired
list than any three men in the whole
place, and when it comes to the fancy
getaway only a crosseyed copper can
keep tabs on him."
The warden's picturesque introduc-
ton was lost on Rose Lane. She
caught a glimpse of the face of the
man in felon's stripes. She leaned to
one side to make certain. Yes; now
she could not possibly be mistaken.
She extended her hand spasmodically
and clutched the lieutenant governors
arm.
Uncle, uncle" she said chokingly
"it is he!"
Whats the matter, child?" was
Fay's anxious response.
That is the man who saved mel"
the excited young girl gasped. That
is the man who threw the burglar
through the express train window"
The warden's shifting eye caught
the agitated movement of Rose Lane
as Jimmy Valentine was brought in,
and he quickly resolved on course OF
procedure that would place the young
prisoner in as bad light as possible.
AS for the lieutenant governor, he was
almost as astonished as Rose at the
unexpected denouement. and he quiet
ly insisted that she say nothing more
about the subject and calm herself
So far as outward manifestations
were concerned, the girl followed this
advice fairly well; but her heart
pounded uncontrolledly. her pulse
throDbed cOrrespondngly, and a wave
of deepest pity surged over her as she
realized the horrible lot to which had
. been condemned the hero of the one