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assistant deputy warden blundered, the deputy, who knew the boy's record, as well as knew that he was wanted in Kansas, should have ordered him back within the walls. With no hope whatever, with many years in prison staring him in the face, you could hardly blame the boy for running away. Perhaps you, my reader, would have done likewise; but you can rightfully blame the officers who put him on the outside as well as the superior officer who sanctioned it. If he had escaped, what would the Kansas prison officials have said? Could you blame them for thinking that the escape was a frame-up and that someone was getting "a piece of money" for it?

Again, when at his desk one afternoon, Warden Melick saw a lifetime safeblower, one of the most notorious men behind the walls, a desperate man and a "dope" fiend, working on the outside shoveling coal. He immediately turned him in. I wonder what the Nebraska Bankers Association would

 
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have said had this man escaped, for Mr. Johnson had spent much time and money tracing him from place to place. From that day a rule went into effect that no man was to be taken outside of the prison walls, not even for a few minutes, without permission of the warden; consequently there were no more escapes.

During the first week in May, 1912, came the trial of Morley, and he having no funds wherewith to employ an attorney, Judge Stewart appointed Mr. W. C. Frampton to defend him. Morley was tried on May 4, 1912. At noon on the following Monday the judge notified the court that they had rendered a verdict. The prison was notified, Morley handcuffed to Warden Melick, and accompanied by Mr. S. A. McCandless, arrived at the court house. Morley walked in briskly, holding himself erect. While waiting for Judge Stewart to arrive he was calm but showed some evidence of nervousness by drumming with his fingers on the


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back of the chair. He talked with several men around the courtroom, and said to one: "Well, I wonder what it will be." "Cheer up," said one, "I don't think they will order you a black suit." "Or a rope," said Morley, and smiled nervously. When the mother arrived at the court house, she asked permission of the warden to see her son. She spoke a few words of encouragement to him. Tears came into his eyes as she left, and he was silent for a long time. Notwithstanding the fact that he was waiting to learn whether he was to live or die, Morley was able to joke. In reply to a question, he said that he slept well the night before and had enjoyed his meals yesterday. "Do they allow you to play cards out there?" asked Attorney Frampton. "No they don't," said Morley, "but anyway, I have enough of solitary, it is getting monotonous." During the time of waiting the talk turned to the escape and chase of the murderers in Sarpy County. Morley said that Shorty Gray

 
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had blown the door lock off with cotton soaked in nitro-glycerine. He said that they had a considerable quantity of this cotton and threw it away at the end of the chase. "Didn't you see a package tied up in a handkerchief hanging on a bush at the side of the road near where the fight ended? That was the cotton which we put there because we were afraid it might get hit by a bullet and blow us up." Turning to a "Star" reporter who had been in the chase, he asked: "Do you know who got my little '38,' that I carried that day? If we had that I could show that I did not break my gun while we were in the chapel. Doody and Red Henry say that I broke the gun and reloaded it. The gun that I had was a Colt, one of those that won't eject the shells." He smiled again when one of the men asked him about the speeches he made from the rear end of the train which brought him and his dead companions back from Gretna. "You can sure say that you have