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saving work. I warn people against contributing to these grafters. If you have money to give to sweet charity, give it to the poor in your own town; or if you wish to benefit the boys in prison, contribute to the Nebraska Prison Association, Little Block, Lincoln, Nebraska, an association that is genuine and does much good. Stay away from these traveling grafters, no matter what name they work under and no matter if they do come to your church and get permission from your minister to preach there, for while your pastor is sincere, the grafter is not. Leave them alone. Another specimen of this same kind, has come to the prison for years and has had access to the books, from which he copied the names of the inmates as well as their friends. He is a sanctimonious looking fellow, always ready to shake hands and call you "brother." Shortly after I took office, he came, and as usual entered the vault and took out the descriptive ledger. I watched him for a

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minute and saw him take down names in shorthand. Is it not nerve, to go into a public office and take out the books without even asking, and does it not show underhandedness to copy in shorthand? So I said, "What is that you are copying there?" "Brother, I am just copying a few names." "Do you copy the names of all the prisoners, and why do you copy the names of their friends?" I asked. "Well brother, I just do as the Lord dictates me to do." "Well," said I, "the Lord dictates to me that you are never to copy any more names as long as I am in charge." He did not like it. While the inmates' names, their sentences, and their crimes, are public records, the names of their parents, brothers, sisters and friends' are not public property, and I look upon this as a sacred matter and felt it my duty to protect these people against being preyed upon by these wolves. I know of a case where a young man was sent to prison from the central part of the state.

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His mother was well to do. Soon she received a letter from one of these people stating that he could perhaps get the boy out of prison. She sent the "soulsavers" twenty dollars, yet the boy served his year. Since then I have incurred the wrath of this worthy gentleman as well as that of the gang of "soulsavers" who make their headquarters at the Ninth Street Mission in Lincoln. According to them, I am the wickedest sinner in the city, and while I acknowledge that I have been a sinner in my days, I feel now that I will sit as close to the throne as any of these holy ones.

"If they have nothing else to do
But talk of those who sin,
It is better they commence at home
And from the point begin."

And before they start out to purify our institutions, let them clean their own, for I think that a little house cleaning would do this religious joint a world of good. On the second story of this mission are rooms for their converts. A young grass-widow whose

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soul was saved occupied one, and an officer of the mission another. It appears that the officer made a date with the grass-widow to call upon him in his room. Later it seems that the lady took a fancy to someone else, so the officer in the middle of the night slips over to the police station. There is a raid, and the widow and her friend are taken to the station. In the police court the next morning, the woman broke down and cried and was turned loose while the gentleman was fined. Let us hope that these people give more of their time to clean their own place. The trouble of it is, that some of them are so busy looking after other peoples' affairs that they completely forget their own. So busy is one woman reformer with saving souls of the convicts that she had not had time to wash her own face for some time; while another has not taken a bath for a long time, but drowns the odors of her body in stale perfume, Can a clean soul live in a filthy body?