to listen to his sermon." Like the warden, so
did the boys also like the chaplain, from the very start. "How
did you like the sermon?" I asked the warden. "I liked
every word of it. That man is made of the right stuff," said
the warden. "He will do no underhanded work against us." In
the afternoon the new chaplain went from cell to cell. Some of the
old timers, who used to feign sleep when the former chaplain came
around were at the door waiting to shake hands with their new friend. "Chaplain," said
a long time holdup man, "that sermon you preached today went
right to the hearts of us fellows. If I live eleven more months II
shall be a free man again and I am going to do what is right." "There
is something to this chaplain that I like," said a life timer
to me. "He preaches of the good and beautiful, about God and
the great home above us; and it sounds good, for we have had plenty
of hell and damnation for over a year." Were I to chronicle
here the many
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good deeds done by Mr. Harmon, this book would be
much too small. Suffice it to say that he made friends with all
the men and many a soul was saved through his good work. When a
year later another governor was elected the boys were much worried
over Mr. Harmon losing his office, but their worries and suspense
was turned to joy when the "Star" announced his appointment
as Deputy Warden for they knew that he would continue to give them
a square deal; and so he did, and he turned out to be as successful
and efficient a deputy as the prison ever had.
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