“I have an order here for a book entitled ‘The Ghost of a Woman.’”
“Here, we have a real live ghost, in here, of a woman, and that is enough ghost. Let me see who has left that crazy order. What! The superintendent wants this book. Well, look it up. I guess he has not had enough, but I have. I do not have to read of her, for I see her times enough.”
I was left to continue the search for the ghost book. At last I found a similar title and laid the book aside. I would perhaps find the desired book in my search for other literature.
All orders filled, I began to deliver to each prisoner’s cell. We were allowed light to read by, two hours each night. I passed these two hours much more pleasantly with my book of wisdom than I could have done otherwise. Did I find wisdom? Do we all find it when we need it most? Some of us do not. It was so in my case. I got my wisdom after I could do no good with it, only to look forward ten years.
CHAPTER III.
The Ghost of a Woman.
I was told on the following morning, by the guard, that I would have to leave the library and do some printing.
“Printing! Dear sakes alive, man, I am no printer!” I exclaimed.
“Those are the orders,” he replied. “Obey your orders.”