of age, of medium height, and
during his younger days must have been very hard to handle. The first
evening we occupied the cell together he told me of all his troubles,
and I learned from his own lips that I was to room with a murderer. I
felt I would much rather be at home, than locked in that 4x7 cell with
a man whose hands were dyed with the blood of his neighbor. My alarm
somewhat subsided when the time came for retiring. The old man, as
solemnly as the Apostle Paul would have done, took down the Bible,
read a few verses, and then knelt down and prayed. I sat there in mute
astonishment at the proceedings of this gray haired criminal. How was it
possible for a man who was guilty of such a grave crime to be devout.
He often told me that he had no consciousness whatever of guilt, nor the
fear and dread of a murderer. I asked him if in his dreams he could
not often see the face of his victim. With a shrug of the shoulders he
admitted that he could. For six months this old man and myself occupied
that small cell together, so small that it was very difficult for us to
get by each other when the sleeping bunks were down. We never had the
least trouble during the entire time. A kinder hearted man I never met.
Whenever he received any little delicacies from home he would always
divide with me, and in such a cheerful spirit that I soon came to think
a good deal of the old man. If we had both been on the outside world
I would not have desired a kinder neighbor. His son, later on, was
convicted as an accomplice, and sent up for two years. The old man has
hopes of a pardon in a few years. He has a wife and several children
who are highly respected and much beloved in the neighborhood where they
reside. They have the sympathy of all their neighbors in this affliction
and bereavement.

WHISKY AND WOMEN

Doc. Crunk.--One of the many desperadoes now behind the prison walls
of the Kansas penitentiary is this noted Texas outlaw. He is a native
Texan, now nearly fifty years of age. After years of crime he was
finally caught in the Indian Territory while introducing whisky among
the Indians. He had his trial in the U. S. District Court, was convicted
and sent to the penitentiary for three years. For a time during the war
he was a confederate soldier. Becoming dissatisfied with the profession
of arms, he deserted and entered upon the life of an outlaw. He gathered
about him a few kindred spirits with which Southern Texas was infested