New Orleans Republican., 1871-11-05

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4 FLife'sA A9a CoaSeet's DFosss ~
From the New York SuA.l
.What's your name3" asked Warden Rus
| sell, as 'Dr." Rosenzweig stePped up to
| the desk in the anteroom Of Sing Sing
| Prison, tears in his eyes and . cigar stump
Rosenzweig leaning curiously forward In
order to see through the hole in the glass,
and speaking very softly: Ny nAme 10
Yakob Rosenzweig.
Warden Russell: Throw that cigar stump
| away.
Rosenzweig walked coolly up to . corner
of the office and threw it away lndiner-
emily. 60.
Warden Russell while Rosenzweig view
ed him eagerly: What's your oceupationa
Rosenzweig (emphatically): l am ply
Warden Russell: Employed when ar
rested!
Rosenzweig: Hel Yes. What you says
| No.
Warden Russell, without looking up,
wrote a word and passed on. While he
ecribbled his snowy cuffs appeared to ad-
vantage. and his exquisitely formed white
fingers tripped over the paper with lady
| like grace. A ring sparkled on his hand.
| Warden Russell is one Of the best dressed
prison wardens in this or any other country.
Warden Russell: Do you ever drink in
toxicating liquors ...........
Rosenzweig las though not understanding
him): How! (Quickly.) No. sir.
He had swallowed cocktail . quarter of
an hour before. He was SO faint that kind
Mr.. Shields 1.-THE deputy sheriff allowed
him the privilege of taking his last drink for
seven years.
Warden Russell: Can you read and
| write!
Rosenzweig: Hows (Laughins.l Ishould
think so.
He looked hideous as he laughed, his big
green eyes glaring wide.
Warden Russell: Anything in your
pockets!
ROsenzweig: No, sir.
Warden Russell: Nothing at all
Rosenzweig innocent as lamb: No, siI.
A quarter Of an hour after search y num-
Der Of papers and other things were taken
Warden Russell: That's all.
The doctor stood back against the wall
and cried. 1t was then that he implOred
the Sun reporter to ask that he might re-
ceive better treatment than the other pris-
oners. When the reporter promised him he
would do him the favor, he pressed his
hands eagerly. His eyes filed With tears.
In a voice smothered With emotion, he muir
INJURED, Thank you, my dear, my darling
sir,' (naein heMrer, hereensgtter kesr).
The young doctor of the pris0a then came
and marched the four prisoners into the
bathroom. ROsenzweig at first had some
scruples Of modesty at undressing himself,
but the attendant said gru4i1y: = - ~
Quick. quick. take off your clothes"
The keeper, who viewed DR.. ROsenzweig
quite pleasantly, said:
crush them through: don't give you
more than fifteen minutes for all the four. {"
ROsenzweig dried his eyes as he un-
dressed himself. He remained q minute or
two in the bath, and laughed at some jokes
Of the keeper.
HE has . desperate face" the keeper re.
marked to the reporter: ''he would be .
dangerous fellow if he should have the
chance"
Rosenzweig was quite good humored
when the grotesque garb Of the prisoners,
the coarse striped woOled shirt and panta-
looms. was pulled over him by one Of the
cOnvicts who attends the bathroom. Ii
lasted but q minute, during which his sad
ness had entirely vanished, that a man
asked, HAS he already hopes of getting
out !" Then he was marched into one of the
little stone cells for the newcomers. He
will probably have 70 work in the stone
yards, in accordance with his own wishes.
'All / wish is to have plenty of work,
plenty of work, +" he said on the way to Sing
Sing, bathed in tears.
One of the prisoners: Oh they work the
prisoners terribly. It's awfu! how they
have to work.
Rosenzweig (scared): Yes! Really!
The prisoner: Oh it's terrible. Why. do
you know that many have died under the
work!
Rosenzweig (all white in the face and
turning to the repOrter): Is that so Look
at my fingers. have never worked in ali
my life, never.
Warden Russell intends to turn his deli,
cate white fingers to good accOunt-tO bet
ter account than they have been put to SO
far