The prison mirror. [volume] (Stillwater, Minn.) 1887-1894, 1889-09-19

the first class and his work is not excelled even
in the great northwest. Call upon him and be
sure to mention that you read this notice. as
name is becoming very wild.
Miss Retta Younger returned to Missouri yes
terday afternoon taking the remains of her broth
er with her. She was accompanied by Mrs. Sam.
Mcclure of this city, who insisted on seeing her
safely home. Deputy Westby and DR.. Hall es-
corted them to st. Paul. The remains will be in
tered at Lees SUMMIT Jackson Co., Mo.
AT this season of the year one must be very
careful in the wording of his matutinal greetings
Yesterday we congratulated a friend on the pleas
ant aspect of the weather. and he superciliously
demanded if we worked in the DO ler room. Hard
to please every ,ody when the weather is a few
points off the general routine of heat and cold
"A runway has been constructed from the
sandstone bluff up over the hillside. to the back
of the wall This was done that the sand
which is being thrown down from the bluff may
be utilizedfor filling in behind the wall. The
boys find that very small jag of sand becomes a
full wheelbarrow lead before they reach the
dumping place.
A new hand at the excavation lately asked
fellow workman to pass him the mattOck to
disintegrate IL petrifactive alluvia. The f. w.
was onto m, ana tOlQ MIN the "detOnatOr'
was what he wanted and that he could get it by
inquring its whereabouts from different crews.
One hour thereafter the modern Athenian timidly
inquired for pick
DIR. c. A. Blish who made so many warm
friends here a year or more ago. while managing
the Wizard oil concert company. has been in the
city several days. Of the disbanded company of
artists managed by Dr. Blish. Harry Howard is
with Haverly's m instrels, while Walter Phillips,
Fred Wirans and Pete Laurens doing a med
zeal concert business in Canada. Mrs Winans
died some months ago.-Stillwater Messenger.
Our devil is something of a Shakespearean
scholar. and is nothing if not dramatic. When
questioned by visitor the ether day about his
prison life. he struck attitude (it has since re-
cOvered)and commenced: but that am forbid
to tell the secrets OF my prison house. 1 could a
tale unfold-'The visitor turned pale and fled
and the only sound that broke the stiffness. was
the swish of the DEVILS tale he folded it up
| again.
A convict who has friends that do not forget
him in his misfortune is a lucky individual l. That
there are manv such in here convinced of
in in the shape of delicacies. and ornaments for
their cells. But there many other poor fellows
here who not only do not receive friendly re-
membranes, but do not even receive a letter or
kind word from the outside world during the
whole of their confinement
Some weeks ago we spoke rather slightngly
of pie. We take it all back The idea that pie
actual pie is pie-should ever have the audac-
ity to appear within these walls on any day except
Christmas. something that never echoed
oh Tho Mt IN
we retract. Pie meat pie with delicious gravy
and light. fakv crust twas served up on last Fri.
day. With visions of such pie, who would have
the ingratitude to apply for pardon7
| One of the inmates requests us to call atten-
ton to the loud snoring in the vicinity of his
cell, and have it stopped if possible We are
quiet willing to call attention to the matter but
that is far we can 90. We do not like snor.
| ing. Oursef but custom compels 10 recognize
it of the divine rights of the American cit
| izen and one that he may indulge in whether in
prison or out. We like to be obliging. but there
are great manv things cannot do and cur
| failing the snore output is of them.
1.-THE melancholy days have come the saddest
OF the year: when its little too warm for whisky
punch, and little too cold for beer" This we'll
known couplet may have been sung by us in days
gone by. but as far as the drinkables con-
cerned. they cut no figure now; and vet the days
are melancholy. nevertheless. The temperature
of the cell room is very hard to regulate at this
| season of the year. 1t is almost too cold to be
| comfortable without steam and yet even a little
steam sends the thermometer way up out of sight.
This is evil that it is almost impossible to rem
edy and must be borne with good grace
-"Oh the depravity of human nature, Just
think of it," says one of the gang. The boys who
work on the outside with Capt Flannery had this
forcibly brought before them on last Friday after
noon. Two desperadoes, aged IL. were seen eau.
tiously making their way towards the grapevine.