The Pleasantville press. (Pleasantville, N.J.) 1912-1929, 1927-11-18
After three years separation he locking upon Lois

the thin, deeply lined face. topped
o. black hair which was premature
Il siIvering at the temples He
saw through the garb OF prison
white into the scared soul. and he
shook his head apprehensiYely.
The kid amt healthy in his
mind he told himself sadly. Hes
all bottled up, and he's bound To
break loose. | hope he sees Kath-
+ Ieen and Mr.. CarmOdy. They'll
straighten him out i anybody can"
Bob entered the warden's Office
and stood moti0nless. The kindly
man smiled a greeting and designa-
ted an old blue serge suit on the
desk.
This is yours, Terry. II you
/ take this We give yOu some money.
Or. if you prefer, you can have a
new suit and no money. You see.
! those are regulations for all depart
/ ing prisoners, and the rules have
made no provision Tor men who
never should have been sent here
IN the first place
I'll take the old suit, sir-and
] the money"
/ IF you'd rather have the other,
can lend you little money
Thank you, sir. I'll get along
win M old suit Style means very
little to me right now"
He stepped into a little room ad-
joining the office and few minutes
later reappeared. The old suit,
which had fitted so snugly, now
hung loosely upon shoulders which
had acquired a stoop and the youth
full jaUntiness of cut which had
been Bob Terry's pride in tie old
| days now seemed a ghastly carl
cature. The warden rose and faced
him.
You're going out, Terry. We all
know you've been badly used But
don't let it eat on you Give the
world its chance to atone for this
injustice"
The young mans eyes were
yelled. He was restless and miser-
able. He didn't want parchment.
1 He was grateful for the kindiiness
Of the man and. for his intentions,
/ but all he desired now was to be
let alone. In a second his entire cos
mic scheme had been disarranged.
/ All Of these three long years he
had planned bitterly for a future
where the faint Of embezzlement
and prison term would hang over
him. Now he found himself going
forth into the world absolved Of
guilt and there had not been time
to readjust his perspective. And so
he listened with respectful and
somewhat sullen silence to the war
den. At length the voice stopped.
Terry spoke without looking up.
Thank you, sir"
You haven't even heard, have
you?"
Yes, sir"
Very we'll" The warden sighed
81 can't say that / blame you very
much" He reached into his pocket
Here's a ticket home. The bus is
outside and will carry you to the
station. Goodbye, lad"
Goodbye. Warden. You've been
very kind ="
q wonder if that is possible-in q
prison? Good luck, Terry. And il
/ you ever want to have a long tall
with man who IS really sorry fol-
YOU"
Good God! Captain-I never
again want to see anyone who il
sorry for me. Beg your pardon, sir
I / didn't mean that as it sounded
lPll be going" He turned am
stumbled from the room and jus
when he would have passe
| through the front door into tn
open world beyond a hoarse yoic
hailed him from the barred cor
ridoT
! ~Heyi Kid"
| Bob turned. The massiyely mus
| cuiar figure of Todd Shannon wa
fiattened against the bars.
! "C'm ere, Terry"
1 For the last time Terry's foo
steps sounded holloway on the con
crete floor. He came very close {
his ceilInate, and the big man hal
ded through the bars a packae
crudely wrapped in newspaper.
Take it. Kid. It's all right. TIL
/ Cap'n said | could give it to You
II Terry was embarrassed. "Yo