New-York tribune., 1918-05-11
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BUFFALO, May 10.--Plainly the fat
man whom Buffalo entertained tonight
as its guest at large was thinking he
had forgotten to eat.
His fork, resolutcly grippcd farm
fashion, had harpooncd a mouthful of
what the menu described as tenderloin
of beef saute la minute, O'Brcn. and
half way up from the plate had halted.
On his irresolute face smile struggled
with trown. His eyes wandered from
the bumper of sarsaparllla at his right
to the double cut OF pie awaiting his
attention in the left background He
was groping for words, ami presently
he found them.
Say" he said, 81 dunno It's funny"
And indubitably, with all points Of
view assembled, it was funny.
The fat man in the dusty gray suit
was Charlie Stielow. Twenty four
hours before he had been a prisoner,
scarce daring to believe the good news
four weeks before he had been hope
lessly living out life sentence
TweEtyfoUr months before he had
been near to sitting in that unhallowed
chair from which no man rises--thc
chair behind the brown doors at Sing
Sing.
World Suddenly Friendly
He had heard the world calling for
his blood Now he was free and clear,
and the world could it be the same
world was feting him, patting him on
the back, shaking his hand, filling his
belly with such food as he had never
eaten, providing ad lib his favoritc
drink with which to wash il down,
stutting his pockets with gold-banded
cigars.
1t was bewilderingly friendly world
he had found outside the gates Of Au
burn. With it's cigars and food and
sarsaparilla-b than all, with that
promised job in a butcher shop-so-
ciety had begun to make reparation to
Charley Stielow. But that was beyond
him to understand. Just funny" was
his word for it all.
In his triumphant tour of Buffalo,
which he saw first and last in brief
trip to the Pan-Ame Exposition
grounds years ago, Stielow has for his
guide the detective to whose work he
chiefly owes his freedom.
Family Awaits Him
Conceivably the big attraction would
rather be elsewhere tonight; his wife
Royalton Centre, thirty miles away
But it is Tom O'Grady's triumphal
tour, too, Stielow realizes that, and is
gratefully content to lumber along in
the detectives wake.
With these two and divers of
O'Grady's assistants is Nelson Green
Stielow's young brother-in-law and
companion in his conviction.
Those who have led the fight to clear
them have called Charley Stieow a
child man" and Nelson Green a "half-
wit" Buffalo is having a chance to
determine for itself as to that, surely
for the pair all afternoon and evening
nave been under a rowing -exami-
nation.
Stlelow has been found as phleg.
matic and as monosyllabic as his de-
tenders have pictured him; Green as
voluble and Eighty.
Both True to Type
The brothers; ;in-law were as true to
type last night. When word was
brought to them that they were
straightway to be released Stielow had
just two words for the keeper who
told him, Better pack up; you're
going out" What Stielow said was
"All right"
He had been lying on his bunk. He
got up slowly, picked off the walls the
picture postcards which his wife had
sent to him, put them between the
leaves of the German Bible, through
which he had been spelling his way
ana an. gathered up bandle of handker-
chiefs. He then was packed" Just
as calmly Stielow had risen when the,
came to call him to the death chair
Green could hardly contain himself
when he heard from the corridor
you're going out"
81 knew it, 1t was bound to be. God
has been with us!" he cried.
Meet Wives as Free Men
The two were still in prison gray
when in the outer hall of the peniten
to receive thcm-Mrs. Sticlow. Mrs
Mary Green, her mother: Ethel, Site
lows tifteen-year-o daughter, and