main building is four stories. The wings stretching to the north and
south, each two hundred and fifty feet, contain the cells. On the
first floor of the main building are the offices of the warden, clerk,
deputy warden and turnkey. The upper rooms are used by the warden's
family.

I was first conducted into the clerk's office and introduced to Mr.
Jones, the clerk. He is a very pleasant gentleman, and spoke kindly to
me, which I can assure all was very acceptable, for just about that
time I was feeling very badly. His remark was: "I am very glad to meet
you, Mr. Reynolds, but sorry to meet you under these sad
circumstances." On his invitation I took a chair and sat down to await
the next part of the progamme. As I sat there and thought of the kind
words spoken to me by the clerk, I quickly reached the conclusion that
if all the officers of that institution were as kind as Mr. Jones, it
would not be as bad a place as I had anticipated. I had no experience
then that would justify any other conclusion. Soon a side door of the
office opened and in came the deputy warden, Mr. John Higgins. Mr. H.
is the sourest appearing man I ever met in my life. At least, it
seemed so to me on that day. He can get more vinegar on the outside of
his face than any other person in the State of Kansas. He did not wait
to be introduced to me. He never craves an introduction to a criminal.
As soon as he came into the room he got a pole with which to measure
me. Then, looking at me, in a harsh, gruff voice he called out: "Stand
up here." At first I did not arise. At the second invitation, however,
I stood up and was measured. My description was taken by the clerk. In
this office there is to be found a description of all the criminals
that ever entered the Kansas penitentiary. I was asked if I was a
married man, how many children I had, and how much property I
possessed. These questions were easily answered. After the deputy