Prisons and Prayer; Or, a Labor of LoveWheaton, Elizabeth Ryder
Religion
Prisons and Prayer; Or, a Labor of Love
Wheaton, Elizabeth Ryder
Evangelistic work; Prisons
S---- and W---- have both been well-behaved prisoners and have
given the jail officials no trouble whatever. The former has been
particularly friendly with the guards and others, and today he
thanked several of them for past kindnesses. He also desired to
express his gratitude to his many friends for what they had done
for him, and said he desired to do so through the _Star_. S----
has had many visitors during the entire time of his confinement
in jail, but more especially during recent weeks. Most of them
have been female relatives. They have been endeavoring to collect
funds enough to defray the expenses of a decent burial. In the
event of their being successful the body will be turned over to
them after the execution by the undertaker employed by the
government to prepare the bodies for burial.
Monday afternoon, just before the prison doors were locked for
the day, the bell rang and the guard at the door admitted a woman
who handed in her card on which was printed:
"Elizabeth Rider Wheaton,
"Prison Evangelist.
"No Home but Heaven."
She had with her a number of tracts which she distributed to some
of the prisoners. Her religious work is all done in prisons, and
she makes a specialty of laboring with condemned men. She stated
to the guards that she had traveled about 2,000 miles to see
those in jail here before their execution. The warden admitted
her to the cells. She had W---- and S---- join her in prayer and
song in the latter's cell, and the men seemed greatly to
appreciate her hour's visit. She next saw E---- S----, who is to
die on the scaffold next week. He, too, appeared to enjoy her
call.
---- ----
_Star_.
* * * * *
August, 1899.
Mrs. Wheaton.
My Dear Sister: I must write a few lines to you, in my husband's
letter, as you have shown yourself so kind to him, poor fellow. I
can see you now and hear you, in my fancy, singing those
beautiful pieces. Oh, how sad I felt on that Fourth of July as I
sat and listened, especially to the one called "Some Mother's
Child," as I looked upon my dear husband and thought of his
mother and how tenderly he had been reared by Christian parents,
and was always a good and thoughtful son and husband until by
reason of evil associations he fell into sin and kept going
further and further from God until at last he was led to do the
most dreadful of deeds. How I pity him!
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