an accomplished and beautiful girl. Now it would seem as if with my sad experience I ought by this time, to have turned my back on women forever. But I think I was a monomaniac on the subject of matrimony. My first wife had so misused me that it was always in my mind that some reparation was due me, and that I was fairly entitled to a good helpmate. The ill-success of my efforts, hitherto, to secure one, and my consequent sufferings were all lost upon me—experience, bitter experience, had taught me nothing.
information about the branches of labor pursued in that prison. The next words of the warden assured me that he was a kind and compassionate man.
“Go,” he said to an officer, “and instantly take off those irons when you take him inside the prison.”
I was taken in and the irons were taken off. I was