Jones is a drunkard;
and day after tomorrow "they
say" that Jones never drew a sober breath. And thus lies and
scandal travel down the line. Soon a person's character and reputation
are ruined by "they say"; but what do they care? I am no
particular friend of Mr. Dinsmore, but I like to see him get the
square deal. Now that so much bad has been said and written about
him by this gang, I am here today to give him justice and set forth
some of his many good deeds, one certain one of which will offset
all his misdeeds and land him in heaven. Judge Frost has said and
written much about this man. When I asked the judge the other day
if he had ever called upon Warden Delahunty for information, he said
that he had not, and that he did not even know the warden. I happened
to think of what Warden Melick used to say, "There are always
two sides to a story"; and before reprimanding an inmate he
always heard both the story of the guard and the inmate.
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Had Judge Frost done likewise and not depended upon
the stories of a few discharged inmates bent on revenge, but had
gone to the warden and heard his side of the story, the above article
would perhaps never have been written. If the judge likewise would
have called upon the convict physician and heard his side of the
story and thoroughly investigated his work, I am certain that he
would have written quite a different article.
Soon after Mr. Davis was placed in the operating chair, along
came the negro brute, Prince, also headed for the hospital. As
he passed the operating room on his way to the hole, he saw the
deputy warden lying bleeding in the chair. Shouting "I want
to finish him" he sprang towards him, but here is where he
reckoned with brave Frank Dinsmore, for while he was attending
Mr. Davis with one hand, he succeeded in keeping the negro at bay
with the other hand until a guard arrived and locked the assassin
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