The Birmingham age-herald., 1923-07-29
'Up From The Death Cell

,'ga(Copyright, 1923, U. S. and Canada, Great Britain and South America by the North American Newspaper Ali ance. All rights reserved
 SYNOPSIS
 Curly Kane wins his way to re- generation while in prison. A wild lad, he killed two carmen in hold up and after r months in Murderers Row got a new trial with a life inn -prisonment sentence instead of death. He studies law, reads, trains himself to be a magazine, writer, and conceives the idea of a law permit ting parole for life prisoners who serve 15 years. By finesse he gets it passed. A new warden, with mod ern ideas. makes Kane his privar' secretary. He aplies for parole under the law he got passed but is refused. The warden agrees when Kane asks permission to leave prison informally for a visit to his parents in Missouri.
 CHAPTER 45.
 The woman of the golden hair and another sat at table just ahead of mine in the dining car. That hap pened to be one Of the best trains west of Chicago and the service in every way was all that even the most particular person might desire.
 When I had first entered the train at the junction town I was slightly purturbed because of my inability to secure lower berth. The agent had offered me a lower in a tourist sleep CT, but I had declined it. After re turning from the dining car I was feeling much more at ease about the necessity for an upward flight when tretiring, and, judging from what I heard the other woman say to Golden Hair, perhaps was not showing any outward signs of the slight irrita<J that had felt at first.
 ''The duke doesn't look so i'll since dining" were her words.
 There was a reply, the first part of which I did not understand, and the last part was: =. And was so hoping that no one would be put there above me-
 At any rate" returned the first speaker. her voice almost shaking with suppressed laughter, you may be thankful that his lordship isn't the fat kind that snores."
 I faced, little bit to the right so that I might see them with a casual glance. The one who was evidently having so much fun at the others expense was facing me. She checked another speech in it's beginning and tried hard to look serious.
 My Accent Is British.
 In an easy manner arose, stepped dtagonally across the aisle and said: "I beg your pawdon; but may suggest that you take particular care when speaking about the nobility 9" Her sparkling eyes showed a mix ture of surprise. amusement and un- certainty.
 '1 cautioned her" came the modu- lated tones of the one with the gol- den hair. as she looked up at me with glance of the trained traveller, but she's like Peck's bad boy-always getting into difficulty"
 "Oh, then I beg pawdon," the other one quickly took up my style, and you may sit down here with us and tell all about your castle and crest and coat of arms and the like"
 As I took a seat beside her, men tai query came: Now, what if I should tell them about the castle I've just left?' But aloud I said:
 "As yet my castle Is a mere dream: the only crest have is this one"-I indicated my hair-'.which. you see, is touhced with snow; and my coat sof arms Is, as a rule, a ragged coat upon my, arm.'
 "So there!I She of the golden crown of glory looked toward her companion. You have a whole life story in one sentence"
 I would have the reader under stand that on my part there was no attitude of wouldbe masher. neither was I angling for romance but as a matter of fact I had in mind the possibility of making copy for future writing. In any event, I found those two to be delightful travelling companions.
 An old Friend-Made Over.
 Early in the afternoon of the fol- lowing day we were nearing the largest town between my starting point and Kansas City. That was their destination. Their names and addresses found a place in a small note book of mine, and my true name with the substation near the prison-at which address I had long Been receiving mail--was written by me fof them.
 She of the beautiful hair had in- formed me that her husband would meet her at the station; that he would be relieved of his duties as auditor for the B. F. & l. company for that afternoon; and that she wanted me to watch out the window and see him who, in her words, while young-looking like you. also has a crest touched with snow."
 The train had to take "" and back into that station so as to be headed right for the next start east ward. I was watching as it came to a stop.
 And imagine my surprise when l saw that former librarian of the prison-the one that had given me When the Gates Lift Up Their Heads" so long before-coming to meet golden hair.
 moved back quickly out of sight. Twice after their greeting she glanced toward the window, but 1 was careful not to be seen. I should have liked to meet him. but circum-