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turn the heart of the official that she might go and see her boys. She never left the office without a pass, and today Mother Wheaton receives, without asking from the railroad companies, passes that carry her from coast to coast. Even big corporations possess a soul and a heart, and long ago they learned of the good done by this woman. On her last visit to Lancaster, she was very weak and feeble and had a nurse with her. I asked if she had not better lay off and take a rest for a few weeks, but she told me that she could not do it, for "I must call on my boys" she said. News travels fast even behind prison walls, and soon the boys learned that Mother Wheaton was with them and there was joy in every heart, even in that of those who had never seen her before for they knew about her and her work. There were tears in many eyes as the good mother asked the boys to sing "Nearer my God to Thee," for the boys realized that before long their good mother would be with God in


heaven. When the service is over, this good woman takes her place at the door, shakes hands with every inmate and asks the Lord to bless them. A true and well meant blessing indeed.

Frequently Mrs. Bessie Gerhart Morrison comes to the prison and entertains the boys. A noble woman indeed is Mrs. Morrison and possessed of much common sense. The boys look forward to her coming as one of their greatest treats. The Reverend Doctor Storm and his daughter, Miss Ruth, deserve much praise for their work. Miss Storm is the prison pianist, without pay. Mrs. Wheeler is another good friend of the prisoners, and so is Mrs. Parke. I like the method of Mrs. Parke; never does this good woman force religion upon a prisoner, but she acts slowly and deliberately. She appeals rather to a few at a time and gradually gains their confidence and friendship. When the proper time comes, she talks with them about spiritual affairs, and in this way Mrs. Parke


has done a world of good among the boys. Several have found the blessed Saviour (sic) through her earnest efforts, and every one of these boys has gone out and made good. Three of them live in Lincoln and are highly respected citizens, an ornament to the community. May the good Lord grant this worthy woman many years to continue to serve the Master. Many other good men and women have come forward to help lighten the burden of the boys in gray, and when the final roll is called the Lord will find a place for these good people close to the throne.



The spiritual welfare of the prisoners is looked after by two chaplains, a Catholic and a Protestant chaplain. Of these the former is paid nothing and the latter the princely sum of fifty dollars per month. For many years the Reverend Robert F. Moran has been the Catholic chaplain, and no matter how the blizzards and storms raged, no matter how cold it may be, Father Moran was always at his unpaid post of duty. As time passed by I came to love and admire this noble priest for his sacrifices, for his good work and for his splendid personality. I am not a Catholic, but in my boyhood days I was taken severely ill and spent two months at one of their hospitals. Never shall I forget the kindness of those holy sisters who took care of me. I remember one day that I thought that I had sufficient strength to walk across the room but found