Show two Tt thieves this is the way a kansas foet poet has cm la in a lonely d dismal amal ce celt where the wigs bags and roaches dwell sat a man in ra rags gaione alone locked behind the walls ut of slone streak streaked tA with gray his tawny hair aud and his eyes gleamed with despair and the jailor passing by viewed him through the iron bars the woon or tun or stars neler neer could send a chery ray to illume the bigia or day clay and the jailor pointing lu iu to this ani dire abode of sin pointing at toe the humble head to a stranger by him said this it iri but bit a common thief who has lately come to grief at his trial he told a tale just the mournful old time wall wail now how his wife lay sick IH bed and be stole a loaf ot of bread lor for the children by her side who were gaunt and bollow hollow eyed but his pleasant little tale save eave him from the jail and at noon our bread thief walks to the yard to hammer rocks and the jailor with his guest passed along to view the rest palefaces pale faced boys with matted hair penned to together gether everywhere women old and bent and gray locked in from the light of day but at last they reached a room where there was no damp or gloom loom I 1 heavy carpets hid the floor sunlight fell these carpets oer tables strewn strewn with fea feasts st s divine flasks flacks of clear and ancient wine and upon the couch Pe reposed deposed one who calm and sweetly dozed dressed was lie he in gay attire diamonds flashed their glea gleaming I 1 fire from the flaming tie he wore and the jailor at the door to the stranger by him said as he bowed his servile head this is colonel wm win blank late the cashier of a bank but his foes contend he took lots of cash and fixed the book so the loss was never found till he got near every pound and of course we treat him well do not lock him in n a cell simply guard him in his room till the jury sets his bis doom and a thing strange to tell yonder bread thief in his cell had some money in the bank that was robbed by colonel blank and his wife fell sick the dayl that his hoard board was swept away 11 said the sombre stranger then to this jailor prince of in men en 6 let this bread hief go his way I 1 shall tine fine today to day and I 1 hope ill yet behold in the pea this colonel bold where hell occupy his brains sin rock and dragging chains |