Arizona silver belt., 1885-11-14
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 A Sing Sing special says: Ferdi- hand Ward did not close his eyes in the Sing Sing Prison cell last night. The prison bells tangled on his nerves harshly this morning, His face was dead white, his lips bloodless, and his eyes had in them desperate, fright ened look. Hundreds of feet began to shuttle and stamp, the heavy doors open and shut with startling accom- paniments of chain rattling. Sudden ly all the cell doors in the five long tiers are opened, and the whole 13,OOO silent men step out and pui their hands upon each others shoulders as they form a line. Ward is there. He puts the tips of his long, thin fingers on the back of the man ahead of him, and the slow march begins. Ward Is at the end of the stOve-mounterS ,yaug. Past hundreds of dark cells he goes along the lofty tier and then down four steep flights of iron stairs out into the open yard, and thence into the great dim mess-room, with it cores of benches and hundreds of tin cups and platters. Ward sits down slt wly, and bends over a plate of hash. Fual- lY the plate Is emptied, and Ward reaches for his cup of steamiug Coiyee, and takes a gulp. Ward chews loath- ingly at slice of bread. Then he looks pleased The bread is sweet and good. He eats another slice, and then folds his hands upon his breast All the low-browed thin-neeked ruffians are glarlng stealthily at him. When Ward becomes aware of the battery of glauees he looks uneasy, and passes his hands wearily across his face.
 Two quick hard raps are heard, and everybody is on his feet and the line begins to march. The Roman Catho- lies file and proceed to the laundry all the rest trudged slowly up flight of stairs to the Methodist chapel Atthe door of the chapel Ward falters. Then he bends his head as he enters a long, low room filled with rows of rough wooden benches, stibed back and unpainted. At each end is an immense picture of the Hudson river seen through brick arches. It IS the fancy of some poor, prisoned-peened artist. In the front of the hall is platform surrounded by yellow rails and fanked by low benches. A pale convict sat at the organ, and seven other conyicts with yiols and clario- nets suddenly send 8 burst of loud music through the room. Ward sits in the middle of the bench thirty feet from the pulpit with an open Bible. A burglar rubs elbows with him on one side and a manslaughter on the other. The choir sings "Why do you Wait?" Ward starts in lustily in shrill tenor voice at the beginning of the next hymn, nodding his head gently and beating time with his foot as he sings. After the services is all over the long line marches down again, Ward empties his slop-buckst with the rest takes his three-quart can of apple sauce on his bent arm and shufies back to his cell
 Such was the first Sabbath of the great Napoleon of finance in prison When keeper Herman came around the prisoner eagerly asked about the prison rules and wondered how other men stood confinement If l have nothing but prison food offered toI me, he said bitterly, "I'll starye" "0h, no you won't said the kind- hearted keeper. You'll get fat on it. Keep stout heart and you'll be allI right yet" Warden Brush said that Ward would be treated as an ordinary convict. His money could not procure him any immunity from the common lot. Chief Keeper Connoughton said that Ward only weighed 129 pounds when he arrived at the prison, but he would wolgh 135 pounds in six months. Ward has been assigned to work onI the second floor of the stoye-mounting shop, his task being to if the rough castings before they are finished. The work is easy and comparatively clean. He will begin his labor at 7;90 in tho morning and end at 4 in the after noon, The state will receive 5B cents per day for his services.