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THURSDAY. APRIL 9. 1903. PRIBON OFFICIALS. BOARD OF CONTROL. 8. W. LEAVETT, Chairman - - - Litchfield J. A. MARTIN, t - St. Cloud O. B. GOULD, - -- -- -- - Winona H. W. WRIGHT, - - - Secretary I*EBIDENT OFFIOIALB. HENRY WOLFER, ------ warden J. B. GLENNON, - - - - Deputy Warden M. C. COLLIGAN, - - Asst. Deputy Warden H. W. DAVIS, - Clerk and Accounting Officer F. M. BORDWELL - - - - - - Steward B. J. MERRILL, ------- Physician MISS MARY MCKINNEY, - - - - Matron 8. J. KENNEDY, - - - Protestant Chaplain CHARLES CORCORAN, - Catholic Chaplain PRIBON AGENT. J. Z. BARNCARD, - St. Paul. CHURCH NOTICE. Services in the Prison Chapel at 9:00 o’clock every Sunday morning. Protestant and Catholic services every alternate Sunday. Rev. S. J. Kennedy, and Rev. Fr. Corcoran chaplains. TO INMATES. For the Information of new arrivals and all others desiring to send The Mirror to friends we wish to say that the privilege will he granted by complying with the following rules: Write out your own name, register and cell number and send to this oflk e with name and address of person to whom paper Is to be sent. Each paper must be kept clean and folded In the same manner as It is when you receive't and placed In your door every Friday night. All In mates are requested to comply with this order whether sending out a copy or not. LOCAL NEWS. NOTICE: — One of the rules OF THIS INSTITUTION IS THAT ALL LETTERS WRITTEN BY INMATES MUST BE SIGNED WITH THE FULL NAME OF THE WRITER NOTIZ:— Eine von den Regeln IN DIESER AnSTALT IST DASZ ALLE Briefe geschrieben bei den Einwohnern muessen untee- ZEICHNET SEIN MIT DEM VOLLEN Namen des Schreibers. fcOM IHOG:— Att ALLA UT goende bref moste vara under- TECKNADE MED FULLA NAMNET. NOTICE—The usher has in his possession two unsigned letters written by inmates, one addressed to F. G. Miller, Austin, Minn., and the other to Miss Mary Christ enson, Denver, Colo. They will not be mailed until the writers make their identity known to the authorities. ** s N i > .vj The Board of Control met here yesterday, to transact business and receive applications for parole. The paroles granted will be pub lished in next week’s Mirror. Mr. and Mrs. W. B. Wood, of Grand Forks, N. D., and H. L. Holmes, of Bismarck, were guests of Captain Alexander yesterday and were shown through the pris on by him. Company K, of the Thirteenth regiment, held a reunion in Still water Monday evening which was attended by all the former mem bers of the regiment who are em ployed in this institution. The regular quarterly meeting of the Board of Pardons will be held in St. Paul next Monday. As usual, there is a large number of applications on file from inmates of this institution. The Stillwater Gazette says: Rev. S. J. Kennedy, pastor of First Presbyterian church, will go to Great Britain next week to be gone four or five weeks. The ob ject of his visit is to see his aged mother and help her in arranging for future plans as a result of the recent death of the father of Mr. Kennedy. 1.. I 1 I * ! Mr. Williams, who has been captain of the night watch for a year or more, has been assigned to day duty, and Guard French has been made night captain. Mr. Williams has desired relief from night duty for some time, as his health was suffering. The Mirror The recent visitors to Register. register in The Mirror office were the fol lowing j- Miss Margarite F. McCabe, Miss Kath rine L. Shannon, Boston, Mass.; Rev. August Andrien, Rush City, Minn.; C. W. Robinson, St. Paul; Miss Ethel Fox, Minneapolis; Archie Ralph Taylor, Barron, Wia. Movement of Six prisoners Prison Population. went ont an( ] one came in during the past week. There were four regular discharges, C. E. register number 812; J. C. D., 5117- J. 8., 5496, and G. H., 5505. One prisoner, J. P., 989, was re leased by order of the conrt, and one, D. J, C., 710, was pardoned by President Roosevelt. There are now 594 inmates, of whom 888 are in the first grade, 197 in the second and fourteen in the third. The Easter Easter will be cele- Services. brated by a special musical service in the chapel. A fine program has been prepared by Mr. Rodenkirchen, including instrnmental and vocal solos, Easter anthems by the choir and congregational singing. The chapel will be decorated with flowers and palms, of which Sinbad has a fine display. The services will be conducted by Chaplain Kennedy. changes Among Guards Anderson The Guards. and Magee re signed their positions this week. The former is going to’ manage a dairy and truck farm in this county. Otto Wourdeman, of Stillwater, has been appointed a guard and is stationed at No. 5 on the wall. Guard Arsenault has charge of the engine room at night in the position formerly filled by Mr. Anderson. Another Stillwater man appoint ed during the week is Edward McGillin. Both Mr. McGillin and Mr. Wourdeman were members of the Thirteenth regiment during the war and saw service in the Philippines. There are now eleven ex-members of that regiment em ployed at this institution. Four very Excellent papers, Good Papers. good music and spirited discussion characterized the meeting of the local Chautauqua circle last Sunday. It was one of the most interesting sessions held by the organization in a long time. The reports were, without excep tion, thoughtfully prepared and the subjects chosen were appro priate. The discussion was general and intelligent, and the music un usually good. A class report on the Monroe Doctrine as interpreted by Presi dents Cleveland and Roosevelt was the first number on the program. It was a forcible exposition of the sub ject, terse and well expressed, and provoked considerable discussion. This was followed by an essay on General Booth and the work of the Salvation Army, in which a sketch of the life of the famous commander was given and the methods employed by his organiza tion explained. % A violin solo by Musical Direct or Rodenkirchen followed. He played a gipsy dance, “Alla Zin garessa,” by Brahms, calling forth the prolonged applause of the circle. A comparison of Roman and modern building construction formed the topic of the next re port. It was written by a member who is familiar with the subject and consequently was thorough and instructive. The ideas brought out in the discussion of the paper were to the point. “The Minnesota Farmer” was the title of a special paper, which as its name implies dealt with matters agricultural A quartette by members of the glee club and the report of the critic brought the meeting to a dose. HELIOGRAMS. BY A. I. B. AND F. M. When a girl goes angling in the matrimonial pond she expects to land a whale, but often compro mises on a bull head. Whitecaps in Georgia ordered a man named Johnnie Pond to leave the country, but Johnnie got his gun, his sword and his pistol and killed three of them on theI*spot. 1 *spot. An Illinois judge has enjoined a woman from pulling her hns band’s long chin whiskers. If jndges of other states would follow the example of the Illinois jurist there wouldn’t be so many bald headed men in the country. Clothes don’t make the man, bnt if reports are true it is evident that our ambassador to Russia is of the opinion that a uniform makes the diplomat. Townsend, the inventor of the corn sheller, who recently died in Ohio, left a fortune of twenty million dollars. He worked a shell game that caught every farmer in the country. The divorce evil has reached Afghanistan. The ameer of that country has divorced all his wives but one hundred and seven. A creditor of an English earl on learning that the latter was en gaged to an American heiress was overcome with joy and died. This place is full of the so-called com fed philosophers, but there are no stuffed prophets. A Chicago woman has sued for divorce on the ground that her husband drinks a gallon of whisky each day. If a woman sued for divorce on such grounds in Ken tucky she would be sent to the asylum. Some men haven’t got as much head as a pin, nor as much get there as a snail. What has become of Mary Mc- Lane, the mermaid of the literary sea? Is it possible that she has gone out with the tide of has beens. A small boy in New York found a purse that contained SSOO. The owner, who was a woman, rewarded him with a banana. In New York bananas sell six for a cent. In police parlance, “caught with the goods on,” means caught with the stolen property in your posses sion. Not long ago a country editor, wishing to be up-to-date in a burglar story, told how Blank’s dry goods store had been robbed of several ladies’ dresses, petticoats, corsets, hosiery, and well, several other things, and ended by saying that when Peter Ox was arrested he had the clothes on. Carrie Nation is writing a new book the title of which will be “License Hell Holes.” It should be hot stuff. A doctor has been appointed chief of police in Seattle. He ought to be able to locate all the joints. A California dairyman has im ported a water buffalo from the Philippines whioh he intends to cross with his herds. A Boston man was seen to wipe great big tears from his eyes at the grave of his mother-in-law. Later his wife discovered that it was an onion that the villain had con cealed in the folds of his handker chief that caused the flood of tears. A LITTLE SPOILSPORT. The beautiful lady you saw this morning bending over me with such a sad and tender smile was my former mistress, who came to see me in memory of hipa she learned to love—too late. I lived in her mansion on King’s Highway, in a great conservatory full of ferns, palms and flowers. We had a gardener, too, all to ourselves, who understood us well, a silent, but affectionate ol& man, who often suffered untold agonies on our account by my lady’s demands for “cut” flowers and her capricious fads in grouping us. Our exclusive window-house was indeed a paradise for flowers, but the joy of living was swallowed up in the fear of her coming. She was very beautiful, not as you saw her today, but with a siren beauty,, tall, erect and majestic. Her golden hair, dark eyelashes and dark blue eyes were a wonderful combination for men to rave over and risk heart and brain for, but her heart was cold and hard and she would play with a man’s affection until she grew tired and then toss it into a corner as if it was a sofa pillow to be used on rare occasions. Always when she had callers, she brought them to the “Sanctum” to chat or gossip or rest or listen to their delight and admira tion at this cozy nook. She loved to be admired, had been petted and spoiled from the cradle, had every wish gratified, and had always done what her fancy or fad suggested, regardless of what anybody else said, thought or felt. The Sanctum was a creation of her own. In the southwest corner was the dearest little fountain with lotus flowers and fishes, and surrounding, but facing it, were three rustic seats, which were backed up by three flower stands, the whole forming a perfect circle divided by three narrow entrances. On one stand (in side the Sanctum) were all red flowers; on the next all white and on the Ihird blue, each with incandescent lights of its own color, and one large yellow light in the center of the fountain. On the outside were ferns and palms, cactuses, orange trees, small'Norwegian pines (curiously enough) and palms. She thought it a brilliant coup, not knowing or considering that some flowers (like human beings) cannot thrive and improve if they are forced to mix with the flotsam and jetsam of their own monotonous color. My favorite among her callers was the “Beast,” a strikingly manly man, handsome, strong and brave, but so called by my lady’s set, because he abhorred the fawning, praising and dawdling manners of smart society. No empty com pliments for him! He went his way and said his say in a straightforward, brusque manner of his own, but with all that he was the apple they all secretly feasted their eyes on. He used to bend his lips over me, (I stood near the entrance, you know) inhale my breath and smile contentedly—never dreaming I opened my inner self to gratify him alone. Only the night before he stood with my lady before me and softly whispered: “If I were a believer in re-in carnation or transmigration of souls, I should think a good, pure and true woman dwelt in this matchless calla!” Her answer does not matter, but he never guessed how near he came to the truth. For I was once a most beautiful woman and good. But that was ages ago and only the Mayal, where dwells the the highborn Thala (daughter of Bha-Kha-Thal, who ruled 400 years over half the world) who lived in the time of the flood, can verify my words. Still some of you doubtless have read the book of Saith, which tells of my celebrated mar riage to Xenes, king of Atlantis. We were wed in the holy temple of the Khara-Khara-Uhla mountains, with many now forgotten ceremonies, and the journey to Xenes’ distant Kingdom of Atlantis took fully two years. We had an escort of 200,000 armed men, tte part of his army not needed in conquering the rebellious Nods. Proceeding with my story, my lady had staying with her a trio of graces, her chums at college, and they were far from being turtles. On the night of the last day of the new moon my mistress gave a grand ball in their honor, and when the sun took its nightly bath the four came in, inspecting the decorations, after which my lady ordered tea in the Sanctum. When the servant had gone, the smallest of the graces said: “I’d give most anything on earth to bend the Beast to my will!” “You’re not the only one,” replied the second, “if I could only get a chance to snub him, I’d be happy!” Said the third: “And tomorrow is the first of April! If we could only get him into some ridiculous situation, what a rich joke it would be!” Turning to my lady, “I’ll wager even you could not, or dare not, do it!” “Dare not!” exclaims my lady. “Your wager is on! A basket of wine against a cup of tea I fool him tomorrow; and mark my words, it will be a stunner, too!” “How? Tell us, tell us!” all three cried at once. “Not now,” says my lafiy, “but after the ball, when they are all gone, we will come here and then I will tell you whether I shall be compelled to recall my boast, or triumph over all of you—as usual. Hut come, it is time for our dressing rooms!” My heart nearly stopped beating. How thoughtless and how cruel favored daughters of daughters are. They were going to humble my own fa vorite, my Xenes personified. I suffered audibly and Thala says: “I grieve with you, but do not think she will succeed.” “If I could only warn him,” I said, “but I am in the dark as to her plan until tonight, so let us get a handful of silence and strength before the clamor begins.” Hut for me, communion with nature was out of the question, I could only explore Nirvana, in moving meditations. I pass over the grand affair. Towards morning I was certain he had not come, as I had not seen him, but after supper he came with my lady on his arm to pay his tribute to me. After they were seated 1 wondered what possessed the woman. Such a transformation, such color, such grace! Even I was deceived for a moment by her heav ing bosom, her downcast eyes, which occasionally darted glances of love and passionate longing in his direction. She, generally so talkative, was now silent and when he took her hand in his she seemed to receive a shock and a warm color suffused her face and shoulders. She gazed at him inquiringly— expectantly. I was not to be duped, however, but he thought she was uncon sciously betraying her own secret feelings, and bending over her, softly whis pered: “I love you, I love you! Give me a word of hope that you care, really care for me, that you also love me, and that I may be privileged to call you by the sacred name of wife.” Kissing her hand feverishly he urged: “Pray answer, three short words will be enough to guide me through eternity, the envied of all mortals!” She rose quickly, saying: “Some one may come any moment, but come tomorrow, or today rather, at half past two, and you shall have your answer. As a good omen I will let you wear my colors,” pointing to the red and blue stands. He waited in front of me while she picked the two others then came and fastened them in his coat. He thanked her gravely, bent his lips over me to hide his bitter smile and bid me Mizpab, when she frown ingly interrupted him and spoke rather poutingly: “Lend me your knife and you may take that one too,” —as if she was jealous of his devotion to me. “Not for worlds,” caAe his sudden reply, “but if you will give her to me just as she stands I would prize it a great boon.” “As you like, I’ll send her to you this morning," and with those words my lady took his arm and went towards the ball room. 1 was happy beyond expression, dizzy with joy to be with him, anywhere,, away from deceit, fads, empty glitter and a false position. I was sad to part with the Mayal, but was powerless to prevent it. In a couple of hours the ball came to an end, and shortly after the con spirators met in the Sanctum, as before proposed. After telling them how she had tempted him and with her siren witchery led him on to offer his heart and hand, she exclaimed: “And when he comes tomorrow, I shall meet him by the bronze group' yonder, while you girls can be in the Sanctum, unseen, but able to see and hear every word. TV hen he asks for his answer, I’ll explode with laughter and shout, ‘April FoolP That will be your cue to rush on the scene and devour the victim! If he gets out of that, he is indeed the master of all diplomats P* • When I heard her plan I nearly fell off the stand. What else they said l know not, for I was insensible from despair. I knew her secret and could warn him if she kept her word to send me before sun-high, which she was mest likely to do in order to carry out her miserable plot But such an audacious intrigue (Concluded on page fear.) AS RELATED BY THE CALLA TO HER INTIMATE FRIENDB, THE TUBE ROSE, THE TULIP, THE HYACINTH AND THE MIGNONETTE.