I found myself lying on my cot when revived. I knew not what had happened. I could remember the conversation and nothing more after that until the present time.
I was in a dazed condition and had the feeling that someone was near and could see me. I was taken back to the printer’s shop, and must say that the instructor seemed to have a cold feeling for me. I said:
“I notice that you are not quite so friendly as before. Have I offended you?”
“I have no use for a murderer, sir, and especially for one who murders a helpless woman.”
“I say to you, kind fellow-prisoner, that I am innocent.”
“Yes. I have your reputation from the guard. Now, you get to hard work here, and no more of your pleading innocence.”
“I am going to do all that I can, sir, and as well as I can, to please you.”
I continued to prepare the press work. I wrote of the way to live and live right. We all make mistakes. Some repent, others never do. Who has not made mistakes which he would, if he could, undo? I wrote:
“O dear fellow-prisoners, we have all made mistakes. If we had not, we would not be here.”
As those words were for The Press, the prisoner’s daily paper, I thought them very appropriate. As I left for lunch I noticed the man who was so indifferent before. He stopped to see what my subject was. I could not help but see a change in his manner toward me; he acted in a more brotherly way.