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he enjoys that bath and those clean clothes, even if they are second handed, and perhaps worn by a negro or a person with a disease! Do you think, my reader, that he will ever forget the hole as long as he lives? Upon the wall of the corridor one of these unfortunates wrote with a wire nail:

"Here in this pen there is a place
Far worse than inquisition
Where judgment is a damning lie
That leads us to perdition.

A man is slowly tortured here
Within this hall of horror
As shrieks of anguish testify
As witness of his terror.

You scoundrels, rascals, villains, fiends
You demons proud and clever
Who drain a convict's life and blood,
May you go to hell forever."

But what is the difference if a few convicts become paralyzed or crippled for the rest of their lives, just so that the Chicago slavedrivers fill their coffers and the dream of the warden comes true? Now some of these "soulsavers" will tell you that I am not telling the truth, and for you to go and take


a look at the punishment records of Lancaster; but I am telling you the truth, and will prove it to you. According to law, the warden must keep a punishment record, in which all punishments must be entered, but did Warden Smith do it? No; once in a while his chief clerk would awaken from his peaceful slumber in his little corner of the office and quit slobbering tobacco juice just long enough to make one or two entries. Perhaps there was one entry for every fifty that should have been entered. Take for instance when the negro, Prince, was tried for the murder of Deputy Warden Davis, the court called for a record to show that he was severely punished at the prison. Notwithstanding that he entered into a conspiracy to kill a guard and to liberate a negro murderer under sentence of death, and for which he received the worst punishment that he could be given, that of a long stay in the hole, and the wearing of striped suit and ball and chain; and there was ap-


plied to him also the water cure; there was no trace of this entered upon the records, and like this, others were also omitted.

It is a long road that has no turn. After Tom Smith, came a gentleman, a man with a heart and soul, James Delahunty, under who's administration the Chicago slavedrivers did not last long, for, as they said to Mr. Delahunty, "If we cannot get these men punished, we cannot make any money, and we shall retire as soon as our contract expires." "You may retire now," said the warden, and during the month of June, 1911, they packed their trunks and left Lancaster for good. After Mr. Delahunty was murdered, there came Warden Melick who discontinued the use of the "hole," and kept the keys in his possession; but that is another story and you will read about it in another chapter.



No sooner has the judge pronounced sentence upon the prisoner than some one commences to undo the sentence by helping the prisoner out of the penitentiary. Strange to say that the greater the crime the more people there are on hand to come to the rescue of the prisoner. Women, especially rush to the aid of the most notorious prisoners, especially murderers and rapists. Why do they do it? Some do it because of real, true sympathy, and because like the great Master did, they also visit and comfort those who are in jail. These are the people I shall tell you about in this chapter.

A different kind of people are always ready to come and call on the prisoner. And why do they do it? For the notoriety there is in it, for the sake of satisfying their curiosity and perhaps for what graft there is in it. Of these "would-be soul savers"