Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1912-02-09
LOOKING MUCH LIKE a WELL MAN
MORSE TELLS ATLANTA GOOD-BY
Former Prisoner Walked From Elevator to Waiting Car
rage Practically Without Aid-AS He Sat in Depot Wait
ing for Train His Eyes Sparked and His Cheeks Took on
Rudy Tinge-WHI Soon Be in New York

Thursday afternoon at $3.50 o'clock (At-
lanta time). Charles w. Morse will step
from the Birmingham special of the
Southern railway into the crisp air of
New York that he left over two years
ago for a cot in the Federal penitentiary
in Atlanta.
As told exclusively in The Journal
Wednesday. afternoon, Mr.. Morse left
the Terminal station at 2:4s o'clock
with his wife and physician, Or. A. Il.
Fowler. The station employees and the
passengers of the Birmingham special
had little idea thatQhe gray-haired man
who shivered as he was wheeled to the
train in a4roller chair was formerly one
of Americas greatest inanciers.
Only two Southern railway officials,
the manager of the Piedmont hotel and
a Journal reporter. saw Mrs. Morse re-
ceive her free husband with open arms
as he walked into the Pullman, and saw
her place pillow Sfor his tired head
and smile through tears of happiness
as she pinned flower on his coat, just
as their train started
II. was nearly 20 minutes after o'clock
when Charles w. Morse took the freight
elevator of the Piedmont hotel on the
fourth floor, and rode down to the bag
gage entrance on Forsyth street. There
carriage had been waiting for him
since 2 o'clock. And before he left more
than one baggage wagon driver had
kicked when he found the entrance for
trunks blocked by an eauipage which
they knew had no business there.
Mr. Morse looks far from a doomed
man. Mr.. Taylor, of the hotel, had him
by one arm, but he stood erect, and
stepped into the waiting carriage without
any apparent effort. Mr.. Morse looks like
the / Osperous fnancier one sees any day
in the banking district of New York
His full mustache is still quite dark
much darker than ais hair, which is very
gray. He wore a neat black overcoat,
and around his neck was black scarf
to protect his throat. His face was pale,
but not emanciated. He wore the regu-
lation black derby.
The entrance to the freight elevator
is on the Fors--'h street side of the hotel.
just opposite the Forsyth theater. And
as Morse steppeI into the carriage there
we perhaps so or more people hurrying
to the matinee performance, but it is safe
to say not one in that theater-going
crowd had any idea that Mr.. Morse was
leaving Atlanta.
airs. Morse I'D Mr.. Morse's sister left
the hotel promptly at o'clock, taking
taxi from the Luckie street entrance.
Mrs. Morse was not yelled and wore the
same black coat and hat she had on
when she arrived from Washington not
long ago.
CHAIR WAS WAITING.
Mr.. Morse was driven quickly to the
Terminal station. For 10 minutes a
roller chair had chair been waiting at
the main entrance. The Garage was
driven to the main entrance, where Mr..
Taylor consulted with Dr. Fowler. Mr.
Morse's physician. Then the shades
were drawn and the carriage was
parked among the cabs near the sta
ton entrance. where it waited until al
most train time.
At $3.50 the carriage was again driv-
en- to the main entrance at a signal
from DR.. Fowler, and Mr.. Morse was
helped into the roller chair. He anx-
iously looked around as he took his
seat, but he attracted no more aaten-
ton than an invalid girl who had been
wheeued to the entrance in the same
chair five minutes before.
Mr.. Morse wore a long overcoat with
collar and cuffs of mink fur. His new
patent leather shoes looked as if they
had never touched the ground. He
pulled his overcoat collar over his
ears and huddled in his chair as if to
hide from the public gaze. Then he
was wheeled by a negro porter through
the main waiting room to the elevator
that let him down to the tracks.
1t was found that they had reached
the tracks too soon and for fully ten
minutes Mr.. Morse sat in his chair
waiting for his train. The wind was
chilly and he pulled his coat collar
further over his ears. At first he
Ceenled inclined to shrink from public
gaze, but finding that he was practt-
czally unnoticed except by those whom
he knew, the eX-banker straight tened a
trifie and chatted occasionally with his
physician while he waited.
ENJOYED FRESH AIR.
The breeze brought a tinge of red
to his nose. His cheeks, which we're
as heshey as those of a. man in the