ABSTRACT
All things, good or evil, have an end, and a prison sentence is no exception to the general rule. The days, which were long and dreary enough at first, merged slowly into months, and the months into a year. When half of a man's sentence had been served he began to experience a new sense of hopefulness, for he felt then that the worst had been passed, and that every day thereafter brought him within measurable distance of freedom.
