I said to him:"Before a month's up"I said,"you'll be out and about with the others;it'll be a nice change for you.""A month!"he said --like that!"Come!"I said,"we mustn't exaggerate.What's a month?Why,it's nothing!""A day,"he said,"shut up in your cell thinking and brooding as I do,it's longer than a year outside.Ican't help it,"he said;"I try--but I'm built that way,Mr.
COKESON."And,he held his hand up to his face.I could see the tears trickling through his fingers.It wasn't nice.
THE CHAPLAIN.He's a young man with large,rather peculiar eyes,isn't he?Not Church of England,I think?
COKESON.No.
THE CHAPLAIN.I know.
THE GOVERNOR.[To WOODER,who has come in]Ask the doctor to be good enough to come here for a minute.[WOODER salutes,and goes out]Let's see,he's not married?
COKESON.No.[Confidentially]But there's a party he's very much attached to,not altogether com-il-fo.It's a sad story.
THE CHAPLAIN.If it wasn't for drink and women,sir,this prison might be closed.
COKESON.[Looking at the CHAPLAIN over his spectacles]Ye-es,but Iwanted to tell you about that,special.He had hopes they'd have let her come and see him,but they haven't.Of course he asked me questions.I did my best,but I couldn't tell the poor young fellow a lie,with him in here--seemed like hitting him.But I'm afraid it's made him worse.
THE GOVERNOR.What was this news then?
COKESON.Like this.The woman had a nahsty,spiteful feller for a husband,and she'd left him.Fact is,she was going away with our young friend.It's not nice--but I've looked over it.Well,when he was put in here she said she'd earn her living apart,and wait for him to come out.That was a great consolation to him.But after a month she came to me--I don't know her personally--and she said:
"I can't earn the children's living,let alone my own--I've got no friends.I'm obliged to keep out of everybody's way,else my husband'd get to know where I was.I'm very much reduced,"she said.
And she has lost flesh."I'll have to go in the workhouse!"It's a painful story.I said to her:"No,"I said,"not that!I've got a wife an'family,but sooner than you should do that I'll spare you a little myself.""Really,"she said--she's a nice creature--"I don't like to take it from you.I think I'd better go back to my husband."Well,I know he's a nahsty,spiteful feller--drinks--but I didn't like to persuade her not to.
THE CHAPLAIN.Surely,no.
COKESON.Ye-es,but I'm sorry now;it's upset the poor young fellow dreadfully.And what I wanted to say was:He's got his three years to serve.I want things to be pleasant for him.
THE CHAPLAIN.[With a touch of impatience]The Law hardly shares your view,I'm afraid.
COKESON.But I can't help thinking that to shut him up there by himself'll turn him silly.And nobody wants that,I s'pose.I don't like to see a man cry.
THE CHAPLAIN.It's a very rare thing for them to give way like that.
COKESON.[Looking at him-in a tone of sudden dogged hostility]
I keep dogs.
THE CHAPLAIN.Indeed?
COKESON.Ye-es.And I say this:I wouldn't shut one of them up all by himself,month after month,not if he'd bit me all over.
THE CHAPLAIN.Unfortunately,the criminal is not a dog;he has a sense of right and wrong.
COKESON.But that's not the way to make him feel it.
THE CHAPLAIN.Ah!there I'm afraid we must differ.
COKESON.It's the same with dogs.If you treat 'em with kindness they'll do anything for you;but to shut 'em up alone,it only makes 'em savage.
THE CHAPLAIN.Surely you should allow those who have had a little more experience than yourself to know what is best for prisoners.
COKESON.[Doggedly]I know this young feller,I've watched him for years.He's eurotic--got no stamina.His father died of consumption.I'm thinking of his future.If he's to be kept there shut up by himself,without a cat to keep him company,it'll do him harm.I said to him:"Where do you feel it?""I can't tell you,Mr.
COKESON,"he said,"but sometimes I could beat my head against the wall."It's not nice.
During this speech the DOCTOR has entered.He is a medium-Sized,rather good-looking man,with a quick eye.
He stands leaning against the window.
THE GOVERNOR.This gentleman thinks the separate is telling on Q 3007--Falder,young thin fellow,star class.What do you say,Doctor Clements?
THE DOCTOR.He doesn't like it,but it's not doing him any harm.
COKESON.But he's told me.
THE DOCTOR.Of course he'd say so,but we can always tell.He's lost no weight since he's been here.
COKESON.It's his state of mind I'm speaking of.
THE DOCTOR.His mind's all right so far.He's nervous,rather melancholy.I don't see signs of anything more.I'm watching him carefully.
COKESON.[Nonplussed]I'm glad to hear you say that.
THE CHAPLAIN.[More suavely]It's just at this period that we are able to make some impression on them,sir.I am speaking from my special standpoint.
COKESON.[Turning bewildered to the GOVERNOR]I don't want to be unpleasant,but having given him this news,I do feel it's awkward.
THE GOVERNOR.I'll make a point of seeing him to-day.
COKESON.I'm much obliged to you.I thought perhaps seeing him every day you wouldn't notice it.
THE GOVERNOR.[Rather sharply]If any sign of injury to his health shows itself his case will be reported at once.That's fully provided for.[He rises]
COKESON.[Following his own thoughts]Of course,what you don't see doesn't trouble you;but having seen him,I don't want to have him on my mind.
THE GOVERNOR.I think you may safely leave it to us,sir.
COKESON.[Mollified and apologetic]I thought you'd understand me.
I'm a plain man--never set myself up against authority.[Expanding to the CHAPLAIN]Nothing personal meant.Good-morning.
As he goes out the three officials do not look at each other,but their faces wear peculiar expressions.
THE CHAPLAIN.Our friend seems to think that prison is a hospital.
