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Also
at
any
time
,
in
going
to
visit
a
lawyer
or
relative
brought
into
the
old
death
house
for
this
purpose
,
it
was
necessary
to
pass
along
the
middle
passage
to
this
smaller
one
and
so
into
the
old
death
house
,
there
to
be
housed
in
a
cell
,
fronted
by
a
wire
screen
two
feet
distant
,
between
which
and
the
cell
proper
a
guard
must
sit
while
a
prisoner
and
his
guest
(
wife
,
son
,
mother
,
daughter
,
brother
,
lawyer
)
should
converse
--
the
guard
hearing
all
.
No
hand
-
clasps
,
no
kisses
,
no
friendly
touches
of
any
kind
--
not
even
an
intimate
word
that
a
listening
guard
might
not
hear
.
And
when
the
fatal
hour
for
any
one
had
at
last
arrived
,
every
prisoner
--
if
sinister
or
simple
,
sensitive
or
of
rugged
texture
--
was
actually
if
not
intentionally
compelled
to
hear
if
not
witness
the
final
preparations
--
the
removal
of
the
condemned
man
to
one
of
the
cells
of
the
older
death
house
,
the
final
and
perhaps
weeping
visit
of
a
mother
,
son
,
daughter
,
father
.
No
thought
in
either
the
planning
or
the
practice
of
all
this
of
the
unnecessary
and
unfair
torture
for
those
who
were
brought
here
,
not
to
be
promptly
executed
,
by
any
means
,
but
rather
to
be
held
until
the
higher
courts
should
have
passed
upon
the
merits
of
their
cases
--
an
appeal
.
At
first
,
of
course
,
Clyde
sensed
little
if
anything
of
all
this
.
In
so
far
as
his
first
day
was
concerned
,
he
had
but
tasted
the
veriest
spoonful
of
it
all
.
And
to
lighten
or
darken
his
burden
his
mother
came
at
noon
the
very
next
day
.
Not
having
been
permitted
to
accompany
him
,
she
had
waited
over
for
a
final
conference
with
Belknap
and
Jephson
,
as
well
as
to
write
in
full
her
personal
impressions
in
connection
with
her
son
's
departure
--
(
Those
nervously
searing
impressions
!
)
And
although
anxious
to
find
a
room
somewhere
near
the
penitentiary
,
she
hurried
first
to
the
office
of
the
penitentiary
immediately
upon
her
arrival
at
Auburn
and
,
after
presenting
an
order
from
Justice
Oberwaltzer
as
well
as
a
solicitous
letter
from
Belknap
and
Jephson
urging
the
courtesy
of
a
private
interview
with
Clyde
to
begin
with
at
least
,
she
was
permitted
to
see
her
son
in
a
room
entirely
apart
from
the
old
death
house
.
For
already
the
warden
himself
had
been
reading
of
her
activities
and
sacrifices
and
was
interested
in
seeing
not
only
her
but
Clyde
also
.
But
so
shaken
was
she
by
Clyde
's
so
sudden
and
amazingly
changed
appearance
here
that
she
could
scarcely
speak
upon
his
entrance
,
even
in
recognition
of
him
,
so
blanched
and
gray
were
his
cheeks
and
so
shadowy
and
strained
his
eyes
.
His
head
clipped
that
way
!
This
uniform
!
And
in
this
dreadful
place
of
iron
gates
and
locks
and
long
passages
with
uniformed
guards
at
every
turn
!
For
a
moment
she
winced
and
trembled
,
quite
faint
under
the
strain
,
although
previous
to
this
she
had
entered
many
a
jail
and
larger
prison
--
in
Kansas
City
,
Chicago
,
Denver
--
and
delivered
tracts
and
exhortations
and
proffered
her
services
in
connection
with
anything
she
might
do
.
But
this
--
this
!
Her
own
son
!
Her
broad
,
strong
bosom
began
to
heave
.
She
looked
,
and
then
turned
her
heavy
,
broad
back
to
hide
her
face
for
the
nonce
.
Her
lips
and
chin
quivered
.
She
began
to
fumble
in
the
small
bag
she
carried
for
her
handkerchief
at
the
same
time
that
she
was
muttering
to
herself
:
"
My
God
--
why
hast
Thou
forsaken
me
?
"
But
even
as
she
did
so
there
came
the
thought
--
no
,
no
,
he
must
not
see
her
so
.
What
a
way
was
this
to
do
--
and
by
her
tears
weaken
him
.
And
yet
despite
her
great
strength
she
could
not
now
cease
at
once
but
cried
on
.
And
Clyde
seeing
this
,
and
despite
his
previous
determination
to
bear
up
and
say
some
comforting
and
heartening
word
to
his
mother
,
now
began
:
"
But
you
must
n't
,
Ma
.
Gee
,
you
must
n't
cry
.
I
know
it
's
hard
on
you
.
But
I
'll
be
all
right
.
Sure
I
will
.
It
is
n't
as
bad
as
I
thought
.
"
Yet
inwardly
saying
:
"
Oh
,
God
how
bad
!
"
And
Mrs.
Griffiths
adding
aloud
:
"
My
poor
boy
!
My
beloved
son
!
But
we
must
n't
give
way
.
No
.
No
.
'
Behold
I
will
deliver
thee
out
of
the
snares
of
the
wicked
.
'
God
has
not
deserted
either
of
us
.
And
He
will
not
--
that
I
know
.
'
He
leadeth
me
by
the
still
waters
.
'
'
He
restoreth
my
soul
.
'
We
must
put
our
trust
in
Him
.
Besides
,
"
she
added
,
briskly
and
practically
,
as
much
to
strengthen
herself
as
Clyde
,
"
have
n't
I
already
arranged
for
an
appeal
?
It
is
to
be
made
yet
this
week
.
They
're
going
to
file
a
notice
.
And
that
means
that
your
case
ca
n't
even
be
considered
under
a
year
.
But
it
is
just
the
shock
of
seeing
you
so
.
You
see
,
I
was
n't
quite
prepared
for
it
.
"
She
straightened
her
shoulders
and
now
looked
up
and
achieved
a
brave
if
strained
smile
.
"
The
warden
here
seems
very
kind
,
but
still
,
somehow
,
when
I
saw
you
just
now
--
"
She
dabbed
at
her
eyes
which
were
damp
from
this
sudden
and
terrific
storm
,
and
to
divert
herself
as
well
as
him
she
talked
of
the
so
very
necessary
work
before
her
.
Messrs.
Belknap
and
Jephson
had
been
so
encouraging
to
her
just
before
she
left
.
She
had
gone
to
their
office
and
they
had
urged
her
and
him
to
be
of
good
cheer
.
And
now
she
was
going
to
lecture
,
and
at
once
,
and
would
soon
have
means
to
do
with
that
way
.
Oh
,
yes
.
And
Mr.
Jephson
would
be
down
to
see
him
one
of
these
days
soon
.
He
was
by
no
means
to
feel
that
the
legal
end
of
all
this
had
been
reached
.
Far
from
it
.
