Show learned human nature in tombs blanche walsh as a child lived in the gloomy old pile so arieon well known new york when I 1 was between thirteen and fifteen years old my father was war den ot the tombs and we lived in the wardens suite in the gray old pile writes blanche walsh in the theater again I 1 saw life in the raw human nature unclad the prisoners inter ested me and they were all friendly to the warden s little girl I 1 kemem ber seeing then a woman of the ape ot maslova in resurrection he was suffering from what they call in the tombs and I 1 believe outside DT s delirium cremens tremens tr emens I 1 watch ed her while she was talking with the prison doctor and at the time I 1 did not know there was anything the matter with her for she answered a 1 his questions calmly every little while however she would pluck at her tongue with her fingers and sa that there was a piece ol 01 wire in her mouth and that she id not get it out her efforts to reich it were pit ful when she left the room the doc tor told me she had delirium tremens I 1 recalled her when I 1 studied mas lova she was a part of that corn cosite study one man smith I 1 saw the evening before he was executed it wis a day and the sun was beiting down hotly on the men who opre I 1 the gallows we had raw ben and a cream at dinner aid ai d I 1 thought of smith I 1 think smith would like some af these I 1 sa d my mother said very well and I 1 carried a bowl of the cream and strawberries to him I 1 sat beside mm at the edge of his cot in the cell and watched him ft hen he had fini bed I 1 took the bowl and said good night smith and he said good night blanchie I 1 neer saw smith again there are pretty stories of my re ting childish poems to the ariso ars they ire not trie sometimes my proud governor asked me to recite for his friends who came to the tombs and I 1 was glad to try my latest elocution stunt on them As a beg I 1 had no hard times never was with a company that wa stranded never as wilhoit money I 1 always spent more than I 1 earned b it my mother wl traveled with me had an inetha pocketbook and I 1 an immense draw on it |