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shall tell you in a following chapter. To tell the many good deeds done for these brothers in distress by the good people would require a book much larger than this, so I will only mention their names. First of all, I wish to mention my friend and also the friend of every officer and inmate, Mr. John M. Roseborough, Professor at the State University. He is a splendid young man, and his heart is in the right place. Often has he hurried from his office, disregarding snow and rain, that he could work with the boys during the evening. Then there is Professor Auld of College View. For years this good man has taught Sunday-school at the prison. At present he is working hard and faithfully to obtain clemency for Andrew Hawkins, the oldest inmate of the pen. Poor old Andy has been there for nearly fourteen years, being sent up from Frontier County for murder. To the officials around the prison it appears that poor old Andy is innocent and was just made

 
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the "fall guy" for the real murderers. Another good friend to the boys, especially those from Omaha, is Mr. Harry Sigler, superintendent of a charitable institution of that city. Mr. Sigler has come in contact with criminals of all kinds, large and small, young and old, and can judge a person at first sight. He knows their shortcomings, their peculiarities and even their slang. I remember the first sermon that Mr. Sigler preached at the prison. As the boys sat before him he recognized many familiar faces and he made a direct appeal to them to do better, to lead cleaner lives when they were liberated. He brought many a word into his sermon that you will not find in the dictionary and was not understood by the outsiders attending church that morning, but were known to those who have spent a long time in crime. They listened to and appreciated that sermon more than any sermon they had ever heard behind the bars. Seldom has a star of the footlights

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received more applause than did Mr. Sigler on that winter morning. Officers and visitors pressed forward to shake hands with this true friend. The inmates as they bade good-bye to Mr. Sigler asked: "When will you be with us again?" A man who has done much good in a quiet way is Judge W. H. England. The judge lives in Lincoln and is too well known for me to chronicle his many good deeds, suffice it to say that he stands as a mighty power for all that is good and true. For many years Mr. J. E. Enix has sacrificed much of his valuable time to come to the prison and act as instructor to the choir. No man ever did more good among the colored population than has the Reverend May, of the Colored Baptist Church of Lincoln. Mr. May does his good work in a quiet unpretentious way, and many a boy has found his Saviour (sic) through the good work of Doctor May. As I pass the church and humble cottage that serves as parsonage for this minister, I often wish that

 
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I was rich and could either build a new one or repair this parsonage which is about ready to fall to pieces. You rich men and women of Lincoln, here is a suggestion for you.

Many good women have come to the prison and have talked and read for the boys. First of all comes an angel in human form, our beloved Mother Wheaton. Her earthly home is in Tabor, Iowa, and her other home will soon be in heaven for she is getting well along in years. She is known from coast to coast, and for many years has been scattering sunshine among the prisoners in every penitentiary in the country. Her hair is as white as snow and her heart is purer than gold; she is indeed a true servant of the Lord. Years ago when this good woman first started out on the road, she went to the general passenger agents of the railroads and asked for passes. Sometimes the passes were slow in coming, but Mother Wheaton kneeled down upon the floor and sang a hymn and prayed to the Lord that He would