up here? Until you have done that, we can perhaps
get along without you. Another "expert," a regular old
wolf in garb of a sheep, used to come to the prison. Every courtesy
was shown him, because we took him to be a sincere and good man.
Much to our surprise, there appeared in an Omaha paper an interview
with him, stating that convicts were underfed and that the meat
served was unfit to eat, while those inmates who had money, bought
from the prison meat cutter the fancy slices and cooked them in
their cells. Soon our friend came to Lancaster. It was time for
luncheon (those people usually happen around about meal time) and
Steward Robb and our reformer went to luncheon together. Mr. Robb
kept calling for me and I joined the two. There was a twinkle in
Mr. Robb's eye and I knew that something was going to happen. I
awaited developments. The luncheon was served. The prison meat
cutter dressed in spotless white served as
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waiter. "How about that interview
the other day?" said Mr. Robb. "Well I did not refer to
this administration," said the reformer, I meant the Delahunty
administration." "Well," said I, "there is where
you and I collide, for that brave man lies in his grave and I will
answer for him and protect him against such willful, malicious and
uncalled for lies; furthermore, this man who is waiting on our table
has been the prison meat cutter for over thirteen years. He is serving
a life sentence and is trying for a pardon. Do you realize the injustice
your Particle does to this poor man?" Our friend replied, "The
fact of the matter is that the reporters either misquoted or misunderstood
me." For a few, minutes he squirmed in his seat, then he pulled
out his watch and said, "Well, I must hurry to get my car. So
long, gentlemen." This religious gentleman stays at the Y. M.
C. A. in Omaha, except when he is out begging the good people in
Nebraska for money with which to carry on his soul
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J. LEAVITT.