Golden Days for Boys and Girls / Volume VIII, No 25: May 21, 1887

ig, staring eyes, and a magnified head of hair that made

on his finger, and then said, mournfully, "So, you've come, have

rom head to foot as if I were some strange animal, he g

er, he groaned again, and

belonged to cells, and I followed him very readily. My previous notions of prison treatment included the immediate iro

d of the corridor, and, opening it with a large key,

itewashed, and the only furniture was an iron b

bode, and then, instead of going out and leaving me to my ref

nd through his hair, and apparently addressing the ceil

ar from wishing to be in jail, if he would only have the kindness to

ion to my remarks, and still apostrophizing the ceiling. "But

ys who had passed through his hands, and endeavored to draw a par

minutes, while I sat on the couch and liste

me to a sudden stop, and went

away down the corridor, I surrendered m

compared to this? In prison

e return home-for who would not

not afraid of being convicted of larceny, unless Mary Jane Robin

my name in it, I felt certain he would pounce down on me,

en, and you may easily imagine how bitterly

thinking in this fashion, and th

ke it was with a strange feeling that I was no

, and my heart beat so loudly

across the floor; and while I was trying to muster up courage to call out, there was a

his hand he held a lighted wax taper, with the

was young, rather good-looking, and well

an exclamation of ala

recovered the taper and him

demanded. "And how

ds, who I was and how I

ly when I had fi

wonder how I ca

aperture in the wall

nt astonishment. "My cell is on the other side. Now, I am g

t my giving an alarm; but I thought then

gh I couldn't imagine how he was to manag

ere's a dozen bolts on mine. That's why I dug through, expecting to

the lights, having first opened the do

step cautiously and not let my shoes fall, and the

is stocking feet; but where his

g to know the way, and presently he opened a door wi

he lodge. Do

d from one or two sharp clicks I judged

felt a rush of cold air, and th

said my

icket gate, and loc

hey'll smell a rat," he remark