The Carbon County news. [volume] (Red Lodge, Mont.) 1924-1931, 1929-10-10

of nineteen. He seated them ins;d
the railing as the County Attorne
handed the Judge some ominous-look
ing documents which he scanned
} signed and then handed to Clerk o
Court Larkin. After some prelim
mares the Judge told the men t.
stand up. They obeyed his comman,
ana when ne asked them if they wer
guilty TO the crime charged in the in
formation both answered that the,
were. The face of the Judge grew
serious as he looked at the huma,
derellers before him but his voice wa.
firm when he said, at is the sen
tence of this Court that you serve ;
term OF two years in the state pen.
ltentiary at Deer Lodge, Montana
fou are now remanded to the custod,
OF the sheriff" That was the enc
of the first act.
ACT TWO was what is known tt
theatrical parlance as an interior
scene. 1T was taken aboard a Nor
thern Pacflc passenger train that was
plunglng through the night and was
nearing Livingston. The hour was
nearly z o'clock A. M. Undersheriff
FLOYD Gebo sat pensively gazing out
the window at the lights of the dis
tant city. In the seat in front of him
sat two men shacKled together AL
ways wanting to get something for
nothlng, they were now having free
ride. One was a man about thirty
1--we. His wife died two. years ago.
but boy of six and a girl of ten
We're asleep in far away Los Angeles
dreaming of their Daddy, who was
making money up in Montana. The
other was a mere boy of nineteen. He
was thinking of the old home in Col
orado.
When do we get to Deer Lodge"
ne asked. "Soon enough answered.
the Undersheriff, go to sleep. the
worst is yet to come"
Act three is played within the gray
walls of the Montana state prison.
and OF course the scenes are all inter
Tor, very interior indeed. Love PLAYS
little part there and there are no Gig
arctic smoking danes, booze or col
ored lights in the entire act. The, sun
has long since departed beyond the
western WALL nature has gone to rest.
the evening meal is over, the prison
ers have returned to. their cells and
the bolts have been Shot home.
The evening drags YEARLY on.
punctuated now by desultory reading,
listless conversations. aimless smok-
ing. When the warning bell sounds
each prisoner crawls into his narrow
bunk and the lights; are out. God.
how lonesome how dreary it is.
For some there is sleep and obi
Won, blessed release from the iron
of the soul; for others, wakefulness
and the weary retraveling of life's |
pathway; forgetful for the moment
one lightheartedly turns homeward
out the vision is evocative of sad and
weary faces of dear ones STRUGGLING
against adverse fate.
Then ones mind traverses and re
nearses the past and the petty events
of the day as they come trooping in
review with vain regrets for unim-
proved opportunities for kindnesb'.
with poignant regrets for hasty and
inpatient speech or studied wrongful
acts, all of these in Photographic
clearness present themselves to the
mental vision.
One worries over the SORROWS of
the faithful old mother with accum-
llation Of years, mourning for her
absent boy, her waning strength in
adequate for such burden-bearing.
Only nineteen, just a boy, her first
born, it seems but yesterday.
The other thinks tenderly of the
heroic, faithful devotion of wife
now dead and worries over the chag-
rim and wounded feeling of a boy of
SIX and girl of ten under the iibes
OF their schoolmates; over the vic
arlous punishment of his loved ones.
Jangllng nerves are in open rebel
hon. Again to the treadmill amid
the surging waves of thought and
again wading through the deeps of