My varied experience proves that many are hindered from coming into the fold by just such reflections on the Master, as indicated in this letter. Now I am perfectly willing to meet the writer of the aforesaid letter in the presence of two or more witnesses, in order that he (or she) may be given a chance to substantiate his statements; and until this is done, I shall continue to consider said letter the work of a coward instead of a "friend to all." Most respectfully yours, (Mrs.) Florence Roberts. From Warden W. H. Reilly, State Prison at Folsom, Cal., Sept. 18, 1911. Mrs. Florence Roberts, Gospel Trumpet Publishing Co., Anderson, Indiana. Dear Madam: Upon my return from a little needed rest. I found your letter of the 7th inst., which surely afforded me pleasure. We are very glad indeed that you are so pleasantly circumstanced, and wish you sincerely all manner of success in your good work. _Joe --- is here yet_, and he was much pleased when I handed him your card. There are many fine points about the boy, and he surely appreciates your kindness. Mrs. Reilly and the children are well and join me in kind remembrance. Very respectfully, W. H. Reilly. Joe is the young man who was sentenced for ninety-nine years on circumstantial evidence, and whose story is in this book. CHAPTER L. CONCLUSION. One morning a little lad was observed by his mother to be making great efforts to stretch his chubby limbs to such an extent as to place his feet in every one of his father's tracks. "What are you trying to do, Sonny? Come into the house quick, or you'll catch cold," called the anxious mother. "No, no, Mama; I don't want to; I want to follow papa. I'm trying to walk in his footsteps," replied the innocent child. Does this cause the smoking, drinking, swearing, card-playing, Godless parents to halt and reflect? God knows; we hope so. Does this fill the mother of cherished, idolized little ones with remorse of conscience? Does it occasion her to take a retrospective view of the time when, during courtship days, she was warned and advised of the indiscreet marriage she was about to make, because of her sweetheart's well-known dissolute propensities? Yet all those warnings and pleadings were in vain. The little innocent ones are trying to walk in their parents' footsteps. Myriads of mothers are weeping and wishing they had been firmer; that they had not so readily yielded to the ardent persuasions to marry, but had waited until such times as true reformation, repentance, and turning to the God they were then serving had taken place in their sweethearts' lives. Of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these--It might have been.