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A RETRIEVED REFORMATION

A guard came to the prison shoe-shop, where Jimmy Valentine was assiduously stitching uppers, and escorted him to the front office.

There the warden handed Jimmy his pardon, which had been signed that morning by the governor.Jimmy took it in a tired kind of way.He had served nearly ten months of a four year sentence.He had expected to stay only about three months, at the longest.When a man with as many friends on the outside as Jimmy Valentine had is received in the "stir" it is hardly worth while to cut his hair.

"Now, Valentine," said the warden, "you'll go out in the morning.

Brace up, and make a man of yourself.You're not a bad fellow at heart.Stop cracking safes, and live straight."

"Me?" said Jimmy, in surprise."Why, I never cracked a safe in my life."

"Oh, no," laughed the warden."Of course not.Let's see, now.How was it you happened to get sent up on that Springfield job? Was it because you wouldn't prove an alibi for fear of compromising somebody in extremely high-toned society? Or was it simply a case of a mean old jury that had it in for you? It's always one or the other with you innocent victims."

"Me?" said Jimmy, still blankly virtuous."Why, warden, I never was in Springfield in my life!"

"Take him back, Cronin!" said the warden, "and fix him up with outgoing clothes.Unlock him at seven in the morning, and let him come to the bull-pen.Better think over my advice, Valentine."

At a quarter past seven on the next morning Jimmy stood in the warden's outer office.He had on a suit of the villainously fitting, ready-made clothes and a pair of the stiff, squeaky shoes that the state furnishes to its discharged compulsory guests.

The clerk handed him a railroad ticket and the five-dollar bill with which the law expected him to rehabilitate himself into good citizenship and prosperity.The warden gave him a cigar, and shook hands.Valentine, 9762, was chronicled on the books, "Pardoned by Governor," and Mr.James Valentine walked out into the sunshine.

Disregarding the song of the birds, the waving green trees, and the smell of the flowers, Jimmy headed straight for a restaurant.There he tasted the first sweet joys of liberty in the shape of a broiled chicken and a bottle of white wine--followed by a cigar a grade better than the one the warden had given him.From there he proceeded leisurely to the depot.He tossed a quarter into the hat of a blind man sitting by the door, and boarded his train.Three hours set him down in a little town near the state line.He went to the cafe of one Mike Dolan and shook hands with Mike, who was alone behind the bar.

"Sorry we couldn't make it sooner, Jimmy, me boy," said Mike."But we had that protest from Springfield to buck against, and the governor nearly balked.Feeling all right?"

"Fine," said Jimmy."Got my key?"

He got his key and went upstairs, unlocking the door of a room at the rear.Everything was just as he had left it.There on the floor was still Ben Price's collar-button that had been torn from that eminent detective's shirt-band when they had overpowered Jimmy to arrest him.

Pulling out from the wall a folding-bed, Jimmy slid back a panel in the wall and dragged out a dust-covered suit-case.He opened this and gazed fondly at the finest set of burglar's tools in the East.It was a complete set, made of specially tempered steel, the latest designs in drills, punches, braces and bits, jimmies, clamps, and augers, with two or three novelties, invented by Jimmy himself, in which he took pride.Over nine hundred dollars they had cost him to have made at ----, a place where they make such things for the profession.

In half an hour Jimmy went down stairs and through the cafe.He was now dressed in tasteful and well-fitting clothes, and carried his dusted and cleaned suit-case in his hand.

"Got anything on?" asked Mike Dolan, genially.

"Me?" said Jimmy, in a puzzled tone."I don't understand.I'm representing the New York Amalgamated Short Snap Biscuit Cracker and Frazzled Wheat Company."

This statement delighted Mike to such an extent that Jimmy had to take a seltzer-and-milk on the spot.He never touched "hard" drinks.

A week after the release of Valentine, 9762, there was a neat job of safe-burglary done in Richmond, Indiana, with no clue to the author.A

scant eight hundred dollars was all that was secured.Two weeks after that a patented, improved, burglar-proof safe in Logansport was opened like a cheese to the tune of fifteen hundred dollars, currency;

securities and silver untouched.That began to interest the rogue-

catchers.Then an old-fashioned bank-safe in Jefferson City became active and threw out of its crater an eruption of bank-notes amounting to five thousand dollars.The losses were now high enough to bring the matter up into Ben Price's class of work.By comparing notes, a remarkable similarity in the methods of the burglaries was noticed.

Ben Price investigated the scenes of the robberies, and was heard to remark:

"That's Dandy Jim Valentine's autograph.He's resumed business.Look at that combination knob--jerked out as easy as pulling up a radish in wet weather.He's got the only clamps that can do it.And look how clean those tumblers were punched out! Jimmy never has to drill but one hole.Yes, I guess I want Mr.Valentine.He'll do his bit next time without any short-time or clemency foolishness."

Ben Price knew Jimmy's habits.He had learned them while working on the Springfield case.Long jumps, quick get-aways, no confederates, and a taste for good society--these ways had helped Mr.Valentine to become noted as a successful dodger of retribution.It was given out that Ben Price had taken up the trail of the elusive cracksman, and other people with burglar-proof safes felt more at ease.