River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1914-07-02

1t is only a part of an hours jour
ney from the Grand Central station,
In Forty-second street, tO the prison
village of Ossining.
Detective Lieutenant Michael Kear-
ney presented himself in the warden's
Office ut Sing Sing at 1920 o'clock the
morning after the escape of convict
No. 60, 10S.
He showed his authority to the
warden and said abruptly. I'VE put
him in here for life, and we want to
get him back here and keep him here"
The warden flushed, but controlled
his anger.
"Well, this isn't exactly the place to
hunt for No. 60, 108," said he. "He left
here about II O'clock last night"
did he have any help from the out
stde?" asked Kearney.
"NOne that we know of. He man
aged to slip out in a box with a lot of
machinery"
"Did he get any inside help?"
"NOne that we know Of"
did he have a cellmate"
HE did"
"Id like to talk with him"
In a few minutes the great hulk Of
Bill Hawkins showed in the door Of
the Office.
Kearney had taken a chair with his
back to a window filed with sunlight.
The old convict saw him, but could
not make out his features because of
the glare in his eyes. He sensed the
human bloodhound in him, however.
He recognized the big feet and droopy
form OF the plain clothes man and was
fully acquainted with the old trick of
sitting with the back to the light.
Bill nodded to the warden.
"HeIlo, Bill" was Kearney's greet
ing. The detective had recognized him
as an old offender.
Bill. turned to him and walked SO
that the light would not be directly in
his eyes. From a better position he
studied the detectives face a moment.
"The detective here would like to ask
you some questions said the warden.
"HOw much more time you got to
serve, Bill?' asked Kearney.
'Ten years and then some," was the
answer.
marks against your
The old burglar hesitated.
Gle amt got no stripes on bis arm,
warden" said Kearney. would you
mind finding out what the prison
charges were against himf'
The deputy warden furnished the
record. 1t showed that on his own
confession he had been found guilty
of planning TO escape and had suf-
fered the addition of more than two
years extra time to his sentence. A
suit Of clothes had been found in his
cell, the report of the conviction re-
lated.
.You got the suit still, warden?" ask
ed Kearney.
Eyes"
The deputy was sent for it.
''Try on the coat, Bill" ordered Kear-
ney when the clothes were brought
him.
Bill, a smOthered volcano of anath-
emas, did as he was instructed. The
sleeves of the coat reached barely be-
yond the elbows of his gorilla-like
arms, and so tight was it that buttons
and buttonholes were a good six inch
es apart.
"You didn't expect to escape in
that?" asked Kearney.
The convict ignored the question.
"You made it for your cell mate who
did escape" the detective said sharply.
"What are you kicking about?" de-
manded Bill. his sunken eyes flashing
hate as he spoke. "Ain't l taking the
extra timer
But o don't have to, Bill" cOaxed
Kearney. You can get that time TAX
Ell off and then some Of the original
sentence, too, if you will help US out.
The bride was offered.
Bill sneered and looked to the
warden as if in s~upplication that
Kearney be kicked from the room.
The warden had no sympathy with
the class Of work his detective visitor
was induIging in. He made a motion
with his band to the convict, a sign to
nin to control himself.
.Notllng doing said the old bur
gIar to Kclrney.
"you'ye served Il good part of your
%.entence.'' suggested KearEey. "Now.
oppose / get a pardon Of a p1rol
irourh for you. will you helpY
81 don't know nothing Bill choked