The Waterbury Democrat., 1935-09-25
BY CHARLEs PHIIITP RInEY

"You realize your request is quite unusual, Mir. Smith," The prosecuting attorney spoke to the tall, tanned chap who stood before him.
 "Yes, do, Mir. Preston" Jim- mic Smith replied in quiet, earnest tone, meeting the keenly searching glance of the prosecutor.
 You say" added the prosecutor, ''that you want me to plant you in the penitentiary under an as- sumed name and charge 50 you will be a cellmate of Big Joe Rogas."
 'Big Joe Rogas." the ruggedly handsome young Smith, his voice edged in emotion, declared directly, "stole $200,000 from my fathers bank. He caused the dismissal of my dad by the board of directors under a cloud of collision; he caused my father to lose the re- spect of people who had trusted him a lifetime. And, as you know" young Smith averred with a tinge of bitterness, "the affair hastened my fathers death.
 "I believe that Rogas has hid den the money in the hope that he can get to it If he ever escapes from prison. My desire" the youth full Jimmie climaxed, lis to see that the money is returned to the bank and to clear my fathers name"
 TI,a [, al. yHrn,noufAv ua the lad g. kindly look.
 You realize, Jimmie," he ad- vised, "that Big Joe is a desperate criminal of extreme cunning. It may not be a matter of weeks or months to bait him into your plan"
 "T'm willing if 1t takes years," Jimmie answered with a grim firmness.
 Big Joe Rogas was cagey crim- inal. A giant of man. he was surly and savage and a dangerous prisoner. To took Jimmie months as 0 cellmate and worker in the rattan factory of the prison to get civil word from the burly law breaker.
 Jimmie made no hurried at- tempts to cultivate Big Joe. He went along in the miserable pri- son routine, letting the daily asso- citation with the bandit run its nat ural course. Days lapsed into weeks and weeks added into months and the months piled up to make it a year in the big house for Jimmie Smith.
 You mean to tell me you can spring me from this pen?" Big Joe scoffed in a prison hush to Jimmie one afternoon as they worked together in the rattan fac- tory about the time that Jimmie had decided that he might begin the build-up of weaving Big Joe into his plans.
 Big Joe looked at the young fellow disdainfully, yet Jimmie was certain he had detected thought ful. interested gleam in the bale full glance of his cellmate.
 If you're game enough to try it," Jimmie hissed back in a prison whisper.
 A few nights later, after lights out, Big Joe climbed out of his cot and in low, savage tones said to Jimmie: I'm ready to move whenever you can set the break"
 "Tll set everything when my connection comes to see me in a few days" Jimmie informed him quietly. "We'll make the dash about 7:30 some morning when they work us in the stone quarry. One of the turrets there is un- guarded and I'll have 2 pal with car waiting for us. All we need is a hide-out for while until things cool off,"
 "Okay," Big Joe agreed. "Tll fix the hide-out, but remember" he warned viciously. "one wrong
 The day for the break came. Jimmie was conscious of q sense of elation. He was getting closer toward clearing his fathers name and settling Big Joe Rogas once and for all!
 They made the break over the wall and raced away in black sedan that waited outside.
 Head for the northern part of the state," Big Joe instructed after Jimmie had acquainted him with the driver, an old pal named Butch, who in reality was one of Pros ecutor Preston's ace aids.