Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1914-07-03

her to mortgage the house and raise
enough money so that he could cake
al appeal to the higher courts. She
was eager to do this. but l prevailed
upon her to see Mr.. Westervelt, the
Nyack lawyer. first. Mr.. Westervelt
said that the lawyer a a robber Of
widows and the poor and that he
would not let her get out of his hands
until she had sold her very clothes.
He took up the matter without a fee,
like the kind man that he Is, and
said 1t was utterly useless to take an
appeal. he said that there was no
chance of ofsetting the evidence
against you unless the real slayer of
the Waterman was found.
"She keeps the clothes you wore
when you were a little boy always
near her. She has the picture taken
Of you at the county fair, and 1t Is a
great comfort to her"
No. co. 0S again put aside the letter
and sat staring at the steel wall of his
cell while he fought to master his emo
ton. For a moment he thought fran
tically of trying to break u OF prison
and hurrying to her. If he could get
a little start he could swim the Hudson
and make his way home in time to
kneel beside her bed. clasp her thin
hands In his and comfort her and
breathe his love to her as she passed
into the valley of the shadow. He
glanced about him as If in the hope
that God would bring some miracle to
pass and that the steel walls and bars
would melt and the stone crumble.
Bill had swung himself up into his
bunk. Montgomery looked up and saw
his little eyes watching him keenly.
There al compassion tllumining the
countenance of this creature with
prognathous jaw and sloping brow.
Trouble at home, kid?" he asked.
his harsh voice mellowing with the
kindly spirit that prompted the ques-
ton.
No. 60.10S nodded his head. The
open letter in his hands told the tale.
Gee. l wish you knew how to cuss,
kid" sighed the burglar. when things
come hard on me l get rid of 1t all with
a good, long, healthy swear. 1t does
me an awful lot of good"
The boy shook his head, but the
earnestness of his cell companion
brought the faint flicker of a smile to
his lips.
'They used to call me Roaring Bill
'Awkins,'" Bill went on. "Being as you
don't know how to swear artistic and
satisfactory, I'll just swear for you.
No, don't object. I'll think 'em to my
self and not say a thinG out loud"
He swung down from his high pallet.
There was still a half hour before the
lights would be cut off, and this was
the best possible time for violating
prison regulations.
"You stand at the door and keep a
sharp lookout, kid" he said. "I want
to take a peek at this newspaper you've
won by good conduct
The discovery of this violation by a
guard would have cost Montgomery
his white disk and the loss of forty-1ve
marks. He gave a sigh of relief when
the lights went out and Bill could no
longer imperil the disk and chevron on
his sleeve.
The boy was half asleep when Bill
leaned over the edge Of his resting
place and whispered: kid, I've got a
scheme that's a wonder. You know
what l told you about getting a suit of
clothes for the getawayT
yes"
II got it all doped out"
How will you manage itr'
"Never mind" He chuckled under
his breath. And as for a haiti Say,
kid, | car get any kind of a hat you
want to yea But I'll tell you about
1t In the morning"
No. 60,10S and Bill Hawkins were
out of their hunks next morning before
the changing Of the bell. Bill grinned
very knowingly as they pulled into
their baggy gray suits. He crooked his
right index finger and held 1t before
the boy.
See thatf" he asked.
EYES," replied Montgomery, wonder.
ing.
at is eSsctly one inch, that second
joint. I'm going to measur you for
your suit Turn around"
Montgomery turned, facing the door,
and Bill stepped behind him. He felt
the finger joint pressing against bis
shoulders al Bill took the dimensions
for the piece of the coat be was to
fashion surreptitiously. AS he worked
he explained his scheme in a whisper.
THE color Of the cloth is all right"
he said. but it is the baggy shape Of
the coat and pants that gets an es-
capped convict in Dutch. I'll remember
these measurements and swipe the
stuff and cut 1t in the shop. I'll do
one piece at a time. In the cutting
there's I~saacs, The Butcher on
my right and Idaho Shorty on my left
They'll be blind. They won't say a
thing to anybody. and they won't see
a thing. I'll smuggle In the suit piece
by piece and swipe the basting stuff.
needles and thread" He finished the
three dimensions of the first piece of