for him should enable him to riot in luxury instead of rotting in
dungeons. I even drew the figures so fine as to permit him not only
to live in the best hotel but to smoke two twenty-five-cent cigars
and indulge in a ten-cent shine each day, and still not cost the
taxpayers so much as they were accustomed to pay for his conviction
and jail entertainment. And, as subsequent events proved, it made
the taxpayers wince.

"One of the constables I drew to the life; nor did I forget a
certain Sol Glenhart, as rotten a police judge as was to be found
between the seas. And this I say out of a vast experience. While he
was notorious in local trampdom, his civic sins were not only not
unknown but a crying reproach to the townspeople. Of course I
refrained from mentioning name or habitat, drawing the picture in an
impersonal, composite sort of way, which none the less blinded no
one to the faithfulness of the local color.

"Naturally, myself a tramp, the tenor of the article was a protest
against the maltreatment of the tramp. Cutting the taxpayers to the
pits of their purses threw them open to sentiment, and then in I
tossed the sentiment, lumps and chunks of it. Trust me, it was
excellently done, and the rhetoric--say! Just listen to the tail of
my peroration:

"'So, as we go mooching along the drag, with a sharp lamp out for
John Law, we cannot help remembering that we are beyond the pale;
that our ways are not their ways; and that the ways of John Law with
us are different from his ways with other men. Poor lost souls,
wailing for a crust in the dark, we know full well our helplessness
and ignominy. And well may we repeat after a stricken brother