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. As I was locked in for the night I was tired and sick—heart-sick. I could not see, for the life of me, how I could stand many years of prison life. At last I closed my eyes for the night—a long, dark, dreaming one. When a child I ofttimes sat at my mother’s knee, before I was sent to bed, and was taught my prayers; to ask Our Father in Heaven to watch over me. The next day I knelt and prayed as I had long years ago for my dear old mother, and asked God to help me the following day. Somehow I felt better after I prayed. Eight o’clock was the hour for work to begin, and I was somewhat encouraged that morning. I knew not why. Perhaps the kindness which was shown me by my fellow-prisoner the day before was what lightened my heart. The day’s work had begun when I was spoken to by a gruff voice, and told that I was wanted at the office. My heart was crushed. I thought perhaps I was to undergo some painful ordeal, as heretofore. I could not keep up courage to get to the office. I was trembling with fear when I entered. I did not ask what I was wanted for. I felt that I should know soon enough. Suddenly the officer looked up and smiled. I did not understand the meaning and remained silent. He then spoke as if I were a guest instead of a prisoner: “Well, sir, I have some work for you to do. I want to find out who the lady is I see here and don’t see here, although I hear her voice, and she seems to be calling your name. Do you or can you explain the mystery?” At that moment I could not speak. After a few moments, I tried to answer in this way: “I am not able to give any information whatever. I know not whom you see or hear.” “Well, sir, can you account for your mysterious freedom from the rack?” “I am not able to do so.” “Neither can I, and I sat there and watched you being untied. Did you ever hear your dear old friends tell of ghosts?” “I hear this is a ghost doing this.” “I am not able to say.” “Neither am I.” “Well, do you think you could find out if it were one?” “I could not say.” “I am going to have you remain in this office a few days and see if you can see what I do. I am not going to have you do anything, only look and listen.” “Sir, I am not a coward, but I would prefer to work, as I am becoming used to hard labor and would like to keep busy.” “I think you will find this job hard enough, and it will keep you busy enough—or, at least, I have been pretty busy holding myself in here. I feel I need my vacation now.” What was I to do? I was trembling from head to foot, and looking on all sides of me for the ghost. Presently the door opened. I collapsed and was deathly faint, when I found it was only a man.