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His memory was superior to any I have ever seen. He could remember the names and even the numbers of inmates at Lancaster. He would call them by name when they came back after having been out for years. He considered a prisoner a man, a fellow being with a heart and a soul, and treated them with kindness. He believed that the prison was a place of safekeeping and not a place of punishment. He was a Catholic but believed that this is a free country and that each person has a right to worship his God as his heart desires. When it came to business among employees and inmates, Catholics and Protestants all looked alike to him. He was a quiet, dignified man who said but little, but what he did say you could depend upon. His word was as good as a government bond. The inmates used to say, "If Warden Jim says so, you can depend upon it absolutely." He was charity from the bottom of his heart, especially to the outgoing inmates. This is

 
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WARDEN DELAHUNTY


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something entirely unknown to the public, as well as to his own relatives, but I came to know it during the last four months of his life, when I enjoyed his confidence. He has helped many a man out of prison, and made several long trips at his own expense to plead with court officials in the prisoner's behalf. I have known of relatives of the prisoners, who came to Lincoln and their money gave out. Quietly and without any advertising he helped them along, and at times sent them to their home. I have known of two cases where a prisoner after serving a long sentence was to be rearrested and taken to another state to stand trial on another charge. Mr. Delahunty being satisfied that they had been punished more than sufficient, and that they were going to lead upright lives, instead of accepting a reward, corresponded with the prosecutors and had the cases stricken from the records I have known of a prisoner, being a strange man in a strange land, standing upon

 
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the scaffold, ready to forfeit his life upon the gallows, turn to Mr. Delahunty and with tears streaming down his face, say: "Jim, don't let them cut my body to pieces." Mr. Delahunty as he shook his hand and bad him a last farewell, said: "No, my boy, I will see that you get a Christian burial." And he did. When, urged on by a little gang of hypocrites, three desperadoes with murder in their hearts, set out to dynamite and shoot their way out of prison, there stood the brave James Delahunty, the warden, and unaided fought the three of them. When finally he fell to the floor mortally wounded his last words were, "Oh, my Lord." Such a man was James Delahunty. Is it a wonder that his fellow townsmen honored him with public office, or that five governors placed him in a responsible position in the service of the state? Or is it it strange that every convict in the prison but one, signs a petition and presents it to Warden Smith to retain Mr. Delahunty as deputy warden?