The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-08-12

1 Other death house men have long
 given up the idea of telling him a
 joke. He was always good humored
 but 1fever saw the point. He had seen
 the death house dance many times
 before that and never laughed. But yesterday it appears he was able to
 think it was funny.
 l Later in the day Spencer Miller said to Stiewlow:
 | "Youe understand, Charlie, this
 doesn't mean that you are going to
 get out right away. But don't think it will take more than month"
 Doesn't Mind Staying Another Month l Stielow set his heavy face with its
 wiry black mustache and fat chin
 against the bars. All elation had
 passed out of his dog-like brown eyes. | "No," he said. NO, I've been here a year. I wouldn't mind to stay | month"
 The procedure by which Stielow may be released from the death house it was explained at Sing Sing in this wise:
 When the confession of King shall have been fully accepted by the au- l therities and a new trial has been or dered, the District Attorney of the county in which Stielow was convict ed must appear before the jurist ir criminal sessions in his county and move for the withdrawal of the in- l dictment for murder against Stielow the indictment on which he was originally tried. This withdrawal, having been ordered by the local i, by the District Attorney to the war den of Sing Sing, whose business is then immediately to release the pris- oner-not only from the death house but to give him his complete free dom.
 Family to Meet Him at Prison Gate When Stielow was last on the eve of execution-the fourth time-the Mutual Welfare League raised fund to bring his wife and children from their country home to Ossining. When Justice Guy granted the stay the wretchedly poor woman and the chill dren went back the next day. Tele- grams were sent from several sources to the woman yesterday, and with them went assurances that when her husband is released funds will be sent to enable her and her children to be at the prison gate to meet the exon erated man. Stie1ow was told this much last evening. He nodded ap- proval. But the truth is that the men around him in the prison were more elated, more excited than he.
 Last night he, apparently, went to bed perfunctorily and the. death guards said his snoring began as promptly as usual.
 In the Warden's office in Sing Sing last night, MT. Miller told re- porter practically from beginning to end the entire story of the investiga- tion into the case of Stielow. To give the exact time, he was to have been executed at 5:45 a. m., July 29. July 2S had been the day originally ser- Friday-the day now usually fixed for executions. But MT. Miller had begged the Warden to hold off until Saturday morning. Meanwhile, as is well known, men and women of dis tinction besought Supreme Court Jus tice Guy to intervene. The Court of Appeals had refused Steilow new trial, other Justices had denied mo- tions by his lawyers, Gov. Whitman had finally announced that he would not interfere-that Stielow had been given every legal chance and that it would be a "travesty of law" to go further with his case.
 Stielow had been dressed in his grave clothes. At 5:05 at his parents home in Plainfield, N. J., MT. Miller got word on the wire that Justice Gay would grant a stay. He imme- diately telephoned Principal Keeper Dorner, instructing him that if he re- ceived a telephonic communication from Justice Guy it would be legiti- mate and that the Principal Keeper would be wholly justified in stopping the execution.
 At 5:15 Principal Keeper Dorner, having been called to the telephone by Justice Guy, informed MT. Miller of the fact, and four minutes later Stielow was told that he was not to die-not, at least until Aug. 23, the date set by Justice Guy in his stay.
 There have been several printed versions of what he said in that mo- ment. As a matter of fact, he rub bed his chin, newly shaven in recog- milton of the decency that should att tend man about to be placed in his coffin, dragged down his black mus tache with his under lip, sat down de- liberately on his cot and, without smile or sob, said, Thank God!"
 Tells Full Story.
 Little Valley. N. Y., Aug. 12-Irving King, the itinerant junk dealer and peddler, in the Cattaraugus county fail