4 Vol 51. Houlton, Maine, Wednesday, April 26, 1911. No. 17 to convey to the police the information trie eXi-ofTcnt self control which had they procure. become one of ids valuable assets in Sometimes the detective uses the flis business, spoke easily. Knowledge so gained for the purpose “So you don’t want a friend, old of arresting a fugitive, again for se­ fellow?” curing a division of ill gotten ^p.-ds, A very lowered the chair. Novelized by again for the purpose of obtaining “Mu,” he snorted, “not any friends Witnesses who will find it policy to that are coppers. Thieves are bail FREDERICK R. TOOMBS commit perjury at a trial, and so tin* enough.” underworld grows suspicious of its The point of the' reply did not e ■op From the Great neighbors and finds danger lurking I toy !e. Play by when' friendship’s smile is sought. “We!!," ho mb d amrn ;v von The warden resumed the eouversa- a \ e got me for n;j enemy ;i; 1 the rest tion. f ' i mr vo: t nI.- -: b.e. You’d la•Iter PAUL ARMSTRONG “I don’t kimw about Avery's re­ mo opco a moll' h t or fear lease,” he -.id. ”(di. Smith,” turning Copyright, 1910, by American i. mb yoil )<\ i.ii- blfie on Si) ipjcjoil." 55 to his assistant, ‘’where's the list?” Press Association "To v..■ i ; ! i \ im!" miurlcd A vorv. "On ymn u. --.k,” Wen; “nh. yes. .Wiry here'/” it i : Valentine “li e's \v:i j* i lie topside.” o)l"f:- “l.efv hi* * o him.” A i& soiuteiy P are T [e’s a t g'th old boy, this Avery,” b -;," answered Handler, “and you poininrn: oil I) >\Ie, 1 ut lie’s my one H ie O nly Baking Powder Made from Royal e it and get out. of here, you in tr. in ■ to get the goods Grape Cream of Tartar. best ehanci ik! Hero, sign this” the showed beneath It; his strong, square jaws on Valemiue i him a papen, "if vou can write. If PROLOGUE. were grimly set, though now and The secret: rv brought in Hill Avery. yoU <..tIj.(> nhv. 1I)akt. vour mark." Th(, You’re not so sure about Jim­ again his upper lip would curl slightly whose gray ! -;r. face and stoop-; w.,(nl(,n „V(,r hjip lag figure ii 'bsped that prison fare; q-j10 departing man scanned my Valentine as you might be— back as he gritted his teeth, reveaJing the i a row of tobacco stained incisors. Yes, was not rejuvenating, although there grei“11b:iek depreim,tingly. not until the very last chapter, Warden Handler was disturbed. Was a strange sharpness in his eves, “Five dollars,” he cried, “and this when he “finds himself” in a He fingered a glistening letter opener in his ghtn e, that a long career of fur­ | suit of i lollies that a country enn- scene that is as cleverly con­ impatiently, and his lips seemed to tive watch .’illness find developed. i stable could see the Sing Sing tag on “You’re I'ni ifis out, eh?” greeted the ceived as anything ever present­ move. ; In the night! Pretty good for eight Chemists* tests have shown that a part of the alctra from prison uei'-ie-. “You've done nine?” ed in American fiction or drama. “Serves me right for tonkin’ a ‘trusty’ 1 years and ten months’ work, eh? Aud biscuit made with an alum baking powder passes Into out of a bloomin’ yegg,” he muttered. “Eight years ton months, sir." ! you guys are my friends! For » Jed's the stomach, and that digestion Is retarded thereby. What you are sure of as you “Might have known one of them “Treati d ppetiy well, weren't yon?” sake, let me get out of here. wh ere read—very, very sure, in fact— wouldn’t Btay put In one place any Avery mix'd intently at Smith, then ; then' are met;i who don’t live oil the Road the tabei and make sure that your baking is that you are following the length of time, not even In a coffin.” he replied, to ids questioner: i mistakes of some (Ule elsi, ’ 1 Ie powder is not made from aium . story of a most interesting char­ The door at Handler's right opened. “You’ve never heard me compLln. i wheeled 1 award the door and dismp- acter, one whose doings on the He half turned aud glowered at a have you ?” j pea red. “No, and it wouldn't have got you | “Theres one more we’ve got to keep stage have held the interest of trusty who shuffled in, carrying a bot­ tle of drinking water. much.” j (rack of,” comment<'d Doyle. many thousands. Jimmy Valen­ “It’s pretty soft for you around here, “I saw that the first day in.” “He’ll be at work in a week:,' ’ said b'-nr on {Tie inmates in these institu­ man who dues a thing for the love of tine becomes a “crook/’ with eh?” grunted the warden. “Well, now what? Going to turn Handler laconically. tions they can l>e mode willing to con­ it ?" fess to crimes they never committed." most of the failings and weak­ The convict hastened to place the square?” Handler sneered as lie spoke. I “Yes and I'll nail him and give him “An a rlig, answered Mrs. Web- “What do you mean?" queried Han­ bottle in the holder at the sound of the The released vonvlet looked the ward­ | back fo you.” St IT. nesses of a man who doesn't dier. recognise the difference between official’s voice. He then hurried to­ en squarely In tin- I “I don't want him." the warden put “Artist! Then I’ve got a lot of ward the door, mumbling a faint “Yes, “You know I am, sir.” | !n hastily. “I just might make it. “Oh, wo understand that by depriv­ them," laughed Handler sarcastically. ing prisoners of their proper allow­ mine and thine, but he winds up sir,” as he went. Handier laughed uproariously. j tough for him if he was sent hack. 1 “Well, to me they are insane.” as a—well, read the story and “I know; (hev all say so. Oh, here’s ! thought he had come to his senses and ance of food and of small privileges To Rose Fane the adventure was exn “Suppose he'll be tryln’ the west wall they are allowed, and by bullying con­ find out for yourself how he next,” commented Handler, pounding an old friend of yours, Avery.” The I would help you against Valentine, but treinely interesting. Finally succeed­ speaker pointed to I an !<>, j lie’s just a plain fool.” duct on the part: of the men in charge ing in gaining her uncle’s consent to» winds **/>• & be worth your his fist on the desk. “But I’ll trim ’em of then:, the inmates can he led to all yet. I’ir - “I don’t remember Idm,’’ replied the J “And all alike--all blaming us for her accompanying him on a visit tot while, for this absorbing, thrill­ (their fall." The detective scared him- make false confessions Involving the great prison, she was now seeing! “A visitor for you,” announced his old man af? a ‘a re h . i ing romance of both the under j seif as la* spoke. "He can’t work lmw; themselves or others. Tins mforma- a little section of the darker side of! secretary, Smith, entering. “His name Inspection o; world and the upper world as | lie’s too old Tin* game as la knew it I is used against the men after life which appealed strongly to heri is like a roll call in the German navy.” “You don’t r ii j was tin.' yoga game." I thev are released as well as against imaginative nature. Her cheeks flush­ welt proves that a man has nev­ He handed Handler a card. Dovle In ugh I Handler also had resumed his seat, j men who are at large whom the po­ ed with tin' excitement of the occa-j er sunk so low but that he may The warden took the pasteboard. A wry midden!’ d lice desire to incriminate.” j and he leaned over his desk and said slon, this voyage into this famous again regain the honor he has “Blick-en-dol-fen-bach,” he read slow­ “I gm y'Vi i o re |; “No one is ever forced to confess II copper?" j significant 1 y: “So you’re afraid Yal.m- tomb of living dead men. thrust aside when the true spirit ly. “A man with a name like that has any tiling hero, madam,” protested As the warden finished she exclaim­ “S’ 111 a - v • I” ! tine will get a new trial, eh? There’s j no right on the outside of a prison. Handler. ed, “I once had an experience with a of manhood throbs within him. “You ::i fit some class to Valentine. Have a j “What’s his graft?” "But. I know”— burglar, and” — hoii] ic. ( r i;:.■ j smoke.” The prison master held out J He has a letter from the state board VI I “Pardon me, Mrs. Moore,” Inter­ “Did he fake your jewels?’’ asked (The Armstrong drama, of which the j - nrisonn TTe has inven ted a lock I “T'liat’s ’.' ■: ja box of perfeelux, from which Doyle j following la the novelized version, is based ; or prisons.