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said that he did not have anything against Mr. Davis in particular but that he had it in for Tom Smith and his deputy, Jim Welton, and would like to have "gotten" them. He said that Mr. Davis reprimanded him once for taking a fork to his cell but that he was not sore against him for that. It was the prison, the prison rules and prison managers that he was against and not any individual. Like the anarchists who kill kings, it was the same way with Prince. They seem not to realize that just as soon as their victim is dead there is another person to take his place. He expressed no signs of regret; on the contrary he said that be was sorry that he did not complete the murder.

I recall how the little army of soulsavers left the chapel on the noon after Mr. Davis was assassinated. Not one of them stopped at the office to inquire as to the condition of the deputy. Standing in the office the warden. and I saw them pass out and go

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across the road. They were in high spirits and laughing as if they had just left a vaudeville show. "A sympathetic lot of Christians," I said to Mr. Delahunty. The warden did not answer, his eyes were full of tears. I thought of what would have happened had circumstances been reversed and Mr. Davis had seen the negro in time and felled him to the floor. There would not have been any laughter then, but the news would soon have been scattered broadcast of the shameful treatment of a poor inmate in the house of the Lord, and the innocent public would have believed it. Did any of these soulsavers call and comfort the widow in her great sorrow? No, indeed, but several of them phoned out afterward and asked "How is dear Mr. Prince getting along?"

For several days he was gloomy and had but little to say. He spent most of his time fixing up his cell and making himself as comfortable as possible. A wire was ex-

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tended up into his cell and furnished him with light. A shoe box served as writing desk and parlor table combined. Crowds of curiosity seekers flocked to the prison that afternoon and for several days thereafter. They wanted to see the murderer; and strange to say there came ten women to one man. They were politely told "nothing doing," and were much disappointed for they would have liked "so much to see the poor boy." To Reverend Doctor May, his spiritual adviser, and to Messrs Howard and Howard, his attorneys, the doors were open at any time.

He was given a preliminary examination, where he pleaded not guilty. His trial was set for June the sixth. On his second day in the hole he wrote a letter to his mother in Ohio and told her not to worry, that he would be all right. He also wrote a letter to his stepbrother in New York and asked him to come to Lincoln. He wrote to several religious people, and received several cards

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and religious papers from unknown sources. Also a card came with a skull and crossbones. It read "Give Satan my best regards, and I will send you down a chunk of ice." This card we never delivered to him as it is the policy at the prison not to deliver any mail to any inmate that has a tendency to hurt his feelings or to cause him to worry. A box of candy also came. There was no name of the sender upon the box. As it had a peculiar odor we thought that it perhaps contained poison, so it was consigned to the bottom of the lake. Well did we know that if the candy was poisoned and the negro died from eating it, that our friends, the soulsavers, would raise the cry "They have poisoned the poor boy." Prince had about twelve dollars to his credit in the prison bank at the time of the murder. He now invested in horse hair, from which he made watch fobs that were sold at the prison cigar stand. In this way he made several dollars. When he was not making