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MAIN SHEET-Part II.
ALL THE LATEST NEWS.
A T a popular resort, frequented
largely by Atlantans, I am in
formed that the arrival of The
Sunday American Is hailed with In
terest by not only the women, but the
men as well. One day a few weeks
ago the paper failed to get in on time,
and the next morning’s mail was be
ing opened by early risers before
breakfast. One young matron, whose
second-story window' overlooked a
porch on t*he first floor, jumped out of
bed and hung over the window sill to
hear one of a party of women ~nd
men who was reading Polly Peach
tree’s “Chatter” aloud. As she be
came more intere d, she leaned out
farther and farther to catch the read
ing, until all at once she felt herseif
slipping.
A fearful kick and scramble caused
her husband, who was indulging in a
morning shave close by, to catch her
as she started out, saving her in the
nick of time from falling suddenly
and very much dishabille in the midst
of the group of friends who were dis
cussing (both approvingly and dis
approvingly) Polly's chatter.
* * *
S PEAKING of myself, I am re
minded of the remark made by
a lady in my hearing th e other
day. A group of women were dis
cussing my identity, which still re
mains a matter of moment to many,
it appears. She said that I was wise
to conceal my identity, for curiosity
alone would serve to arouse interest.
(Query: Did she mean to imply that
curiosity was ADD that aroused in
terest in Polly Peachtree?)
To prove this, she told of a young
man who came to Atlanta a number
of years ago and who was introduced
into society. The first time he went
out he didn’t arouse much interest,
but the second time—he wore a dif
ferent pair of trousers. Perhaps that
didn’t attract much attention—I am
not sure about how many times it
took for the trousers to catch inter-
es, but anyway, it so happened that
every time he went anyw’here the
man w r ore a different pair of trou
sers. People took to counting those
trousers—and looking for them, and
their wearer became the most inter
esting man in town. Everybody be
came excited over the variety and
number of his tr^sc^rs; folks invited
him to their homes, to see if he would
wear another new pair—and so the
thing went on.
The young man. apparently in abso
lute ignorance of the excitement
thought his personal popularity was
something to b e proud of. One day,
though, in casual conversati Dn, he un
fortunately mentioned the number of
pairs of trousers he had. And imme
diately everybody lost interest in him.
And he dropped out of sight, along
with the rest of the population of or
dinary young men. That woman’s
story gave me a “pointer.”
• * •
T HE attraction of the camping
party at Silver Dake of whicn
I told you last week, continues
to hold the company of young folks.
Indeed I hear that the return of one
of the young men’s sweethearts from
a visit in Chattanooga failed to bring
him back to town—that is, for per-
anent residence, though I believe,
he makes the trip to and from Silver
Dake every evening just to sit on her
front porch till bedtime.
* • •
- r- HE case of Becky” has been
I played recently ly a well-
* known Atlanta girl and an
other gill—who is also rather well
known and popular. The good girl
and the bad girl, however, were
played by two persons instead of a
dual personality. The bad girl not
having as large a bank account to
draw from as the other girl, pro
ceeded to buy what she wanted from
a number of the leading stores in the
city and charge them to the father of
the other girl.
It is said the two looked so much
alike that when the girl impersonat
ing the richer of the two directed
that her purchases be “charged to
father,” the shopgirls and women who
had been waiting on the girl she im
personated for many years were com
pletely fooled.
However, the career of “Becky”
has been cut short by discovery; but
the bona fide daughter of her father
has been compelled to cancel all of
her accounts in order to stop the
other girl's adventurous career.
• • •
OU’VE noticed how the Atlanta
' papers have lately omitted the
extravagant praise which once
upon a time accompanied the an
nouncements of engagements, haven't
you? Well, I've found out the reason.
A certain little paper in Missouri has
so far eclipsed the Atlanta society
editors in writing up the personal
charms of the bride-to-be that our
local young women writers have quit
In despair. I append the latest
achievement of this paper on the sub
ject, so that you may see for your
selves that it can’t be beaten:
• The bride is a young lady of won
drous fascination and remarkable at
tractiveness, for with manners as en
chanting as the wand of a siren and
a disposition as sw^et as the odors of
flowers and spirits as Joyous as the
caroling of birds, and mind as bril
liant as those glittering tresses that
adorn the brow of. winter, and with
heart as pure as dewdrops trembling
in violets, she will make the home of
her husband a paradise of enchant
ment like the lovely home of her girl
hood, where the heaven-toned harp
of marriage, with its chords of love
and devotion and fond endearments
sent forth the sweetest strains that
ever thrilled senses with the Rhythmic
pulsing of ecstatic rapture.”
Incidentally, young gentlemen, how
would you like to win a girl like that?
» * *
T HE latest exploitation of the
“nerve” of a married man who
is destined to figure largely in
court news soon was the entertain
ment last week by him of his ste
nographer and a party of her friends
at one of the exclusive clubs to which
he belongs. Few people knew the
identity # of the party, excepting
the host, but those who did were
wondering why the club management
had not recalled his card, in view of
the known facts in the case.
* * •
D O you remember the story of the
girl with the red parasol and
the street car flirtation, which I
recounted several weeks ago? Well,
that story, I suppose, w r as responsible
for a young man’s getting into trou
ble the other day. He was on a car
with a mighty pretty girl and decided
to try the same experiment. So he
dropped his card, with phone number
attached, in the gir’'s lap. Alas! she
was married, and was one of those
kind who likes her husband to know
what a good looking and much-to-
be-desired wife he has. so she gave
him the young man’s card!
The husband did the “calling up,”
and the young man was “called
down.” However, he says, the girl
had pretty brown eyes, and they were
eyes that wouldn’t behave, too, so I
am inclined to think the husband will
have the worst of the bargain in the
long run.
• • •
S LITTLE conversation made at a
resort very popular with At
lantans has reached me, and
somehow' has set me to thinking.
An Atlantan was taking a stroll
down the board walk w’ith one of the
natives, a rather simply attractive
j little girl, when the following conver
sation took place:
"There’s a girl from your town,**
said the girl.
“How do you know?” asked the
man.
“Oh, we can always tell an Atlanta
girl here,” she replied.
“How?” queried the man, who was
rather proud of his townswomen—
“by their get-up?”
"No, indeed, by their make-up,” was
the unexpected answer.
Now, I must confess ..at I stand on
the fence and agree with both the
man and the maid, for I grant that
while a large number of Atlanta girls
could be chosen from many by their
charming s y’le, equally as many could
be distinguished by the color of thei-'
Complexions. »
• * *
I N Paris they say pearls are the
jewels seen everywhere that Fash
ion congregates, and gardenias the
flower most favored by Milady de la
Mode. The chic Parisienne wears the
pearl necklace and a gardenia with her
afternoon toilet, and with the evening
costume she dons a more gorgeous
display of pearls and a corsage of
gardenias.
Two of Atlanta’s modish young
women brought back with them from
a stay abroad this summer the fad
of wearing thq new long pearl neck
lace, the pearls somewhat larger than
we have been used to seeing, and
hanging in a loop nearly to the
waist line. Mrs. Frank Adair and
Miss Deone Dadson, who, by the way,
have been wearing some beautiful
toilets since their return, have used
these necklaces with afternoon and
evening costumes.
The fashion is really an exquisite
one for a woman who has a fine com
plexion. for the pearls impart an add
ed fairness to the skin.
By the w’ay, I think charming Mrs.
Adair was very much improved by
her extended stay abroad, judging
from her looks. She and her sister.
Leone—the two being together at
nearly all the summer affairs—are
among the prettiest and most beau
tifully gowned women at any of the
social affairs they attend. At East
Dake the other afternoon I noticed
that with the pearl necklaces both of
the sisters wore white. Mrs. Adair’s
gown was of the simplest in cut, with
ATLANTA, GA., SUNDAY, AUGUST 31, 1913.
Proposes to Bring
Up Baby Devilfish
Californian to Attempt What Scient
ists Have Declared
Impossibility.
most up-to-date Hnes — drooping
shoulders, draped skirt, decollete neck
w'ith soft ruffles and fashioned of
white crepe. Miss Ladson wore a
wonderful lingerie creation, which
seemed to be made entirely of hand-
embroidered mull or something of the
kind, and trimmed sparingly with
thread lace.
• * *
L ET me tell you a good Joke on a
popular young married man of
the city. He is a clever young
fellow', with a» pretty and charming a
wife as there is in town. Both of
them have been used to all the lux
uries that the families of successful
professional men enjoy, and so it has
been rather hard for them to learn
the economies necessary In the me
nage of a young professional man at
the beginning of hia career.
Being clever and put upon his met
tle by necessity, the young man has
adopted the method of giving checks
and “beating it” to the bank—or not
“beating it," Just as the state of his
finances would allow. These checks
had been turned down so many times
the young man’s friends had been
chaffed a bit about his high financier
ing. Of course, the checks w ere made
good in the long run, but they weren’t
considered so desirable as ready
money.
One day the young man went into
the store of a friend and said: “Say,
T » can you change a $10 bill for
me?” “Oh, yes,” responded T ,
with suspicious alacrity, and he hand
ed out a $5 bill and one of the checks
which his friend had given him and
failed to overtake before It got to the
bank.
"I guess that’s all right?” he asked,
and the “entrapped” young man had
to nod a forlorn assent!
• • •
D AME RUMOR has been busy for
the last two years coupling the
names of many pretty girls with
that of Vincent Astor. And last week
I heard the name of an Atlanta girl In
this connection. As it came to me
this young woman had quite a flirta
tion with young Vincent. I am not
at ali sure that this is so, but I do
know- that one of this young woman’s
“dearest friends” is telling about her
conquest of the world’s richest young
man.
The talking friend is quoted as say
ing that she wants Atlanta to know
how much attention the aforesaid
young woman has been receiving—
even Vincent Astor being muchly im
pressed—“simply crazy about her.”
was what her fond friend said. I am
sure if this paragraph reaches the
Newport young women who are cher
ishing hopes of young Astor. and his
fortune, they will be vastly distressed.
• • •
H ANDS OFF” is the invisible sign
which the near-debutantes
have hung upon the shoulders
of one young man in Atlanta. The
reason of this concerns the event
which broke up a party last week.
A charming member of this young
set—girls of seventeen or thereabouts
—gave a small dance, and among
those present was an embryo flirt,
who is learning, at so early an age
to be “all things to all men."
Of course, the young hostess in
vited her fiance to the party, also;
and when, about an hour and a half
after festivities commenced, she
missed the flirt and her best beloved
from the assembled company she
instituted a search whieh revealed the
missing couple seated in a cozy cor
ner of the porch, and using the cozy
corner as cozy corners are to be used
—for gentle embraces and sweet
kisses.
The young hostess, who is not old
enough to dissemble, proceeded to
put a full stop to the cozy corner
flirtation, and what is more, gave pos
itive orders for the girl to leave her
house instantly. She even went so
far as to look up the girl’s escort
and tell him to “clear out and take
that person with him.” He “cleared,
“the person" also; and the remainder
of the company. Now the girls all
say they aren’t going to have any
thing to do with that girl’s beau.
* • •
T HE illness of several of Atlanta’s
popular bachelors has been a
source of much w-orry to their
many young women friends, as a mat
ter of course. If any of the girls in
terested in one of these men had over
heard the remark of a dear old lady
who is a favorite aunt of one young
man. as I did, the other day, their
anxiety might have been increased.
She was asked if J was out of
danger. "Not yet,” she replied, “the
trained nurse is still with him.”
G.A.H.GBEETING
Northern Veterans to Meet, Sep
tember 19-20, for First Time
on Southern Soil.
DIXIE SOLDIERS ARE INVITED
Great Preparations Made to En
tertain 300,000 Visitors at
Historic Battlefield.
CHATTANOOGA. Aug. 30.—On the
very spot that veterans of the Con
federacy celebrated their twenty-third
annual reunion Just three months ago
the Grand Army of the Republic will
hold its forty-seventh encampment,
and the land on which the meeting
takes place has been hallowed by the
blood of men who wore the gTay and
soldiers of the blue.
For the first time since the close of
the struggle between the States the
Grand Army holds its encampment on
Southern soil. It is regarded ns
typically fitting that the place is
Chattanooga, around w'hich many of
the most spectacular battles were
fought.
It is held as no less fitting that the
time will be September 19-20, the fif
tieth anniversary of the battle of
Chickamauga. which came so near
halting the invasion of the South by
the Army of the Cumberland.
Great Reception Planned.
Chattanooga has made mammotn
preparations for the entertainment of
the veterans of the blue. As soon as
the Confederate reunion closed last
May and the G. A. R. had accepted
Chattanooga’s invitation the people of
the Tennessee city began making
their arrangements.
One hundred thousand persons at
tended the Confederate reunion. To
care for them was a gigantic task,
and it is expected that at least 300,000
will attend the encampment.
Always from 200,000 to 600,000 peo
ple have attendee these meetings of
the G. A. R., but never has a meeting
been held in a city so ripe with his
torlc interest as Chattanooga, or a
city where the personal viewpoint ap
peals to so many.
In view' of this enormous influx of
visitors, the executive committee of
the Incorporated Encam-pment Asso
elation is composed in large part of
the leaders who served in similar ca
pacity in May. ’Hie records, proper
ties, employees and experience are all
carried forward into the new' organi
zation. thus assuring that blunders
due to inexpeirence will be obviated.
Many Historic Scener.
Of the historic scenes around Chat
tanooga Chickamauga may well be
placed at the front. On this field
there fell, in round numbers, 35,000
men, which, when divided, shows
about 25 per cent of each army and
33 per cent on each side for the troops
actually engaged. Then there are
Lookout Mountain, the scene of a
thrilling charge by the Federal troops
against obstinate defense; Missionary
Ridge, stormed by the Northern troops
without orders, and taken. Casual
ties in all the battles of the Chatta
nooga district numbered about 47,000.
Part of the field of Chickamauga
is now occupied by a garrison of
United States regular troops, this post
soon to be increased for a brigade.
Many thousand acres form a Govern
ment reservation, the Chlckamauga-
Chattanooga National Military Park,
on w'hich there are 2,000 memorials
and monuments.
Silent testimony to the military op
erations around Chattanooga is found
In the National Cemetery, where lie
buried about 12,0)0 soldiers; and In
a well-ordered Confederate cemetery,
where an attractive entrance ani
large monument mark the South’s
devotion to her beloved defenders.
Dozens of special entertainment
features are being arranged. Chief
among the events wi’l be a sham bat
tle between regiments of the regular
army on Chickamauga field, conclud
ing at historic Snodgrass Hill. This
is sure to be of intense interest to
the old soldiers.
Signal fires will be lighted every
evening on Signal Point, reproducing
the beacons that burned during the
long campaign of 1863.
“Battle Above Clouds.”
Another spectacular feature will be
a reproduction of the “Battle Above
the Clouds” in fireworks on Lookout
Mountain, 2.500 feet above the sea
level and 1.500 feet above the vallev
In which Chattanooga is situated.
It Is plann^cl to be one of the great
est fireworks spectacle ever staged
In the United States.
A collision between two passenger
trains, a steamboat reception and
dinner to visiting officials of the G.
A. R. and hydroplane flights will also
be features. There also will be a
number of regimental and brigade re
unions during encampment week.
Wilder’s brigade will hold a reunion,
as will also the Army of the Cum
berland. Many of the regiments that
fought in the Chattanooga battles
will hold reunions* the dates to be
announced later.
While the encampment is io no
sense a joint reunion of the blue and
gray, as was held July 4 at Gettys
burg. the soldiers of the North are
anxious that the veterans of the
South fraternize with them during
the meeting.
Colonel Adam Foust, of Warren.
Ind.. president of the Chickamauga
Survivors’ Association. Union veter
ans. has issued a cordial invitation to
Confederate survivors to meet with
his comrades in a reunion on Chick
amauga battled Id September 2() near
the 75th and 101st Indiana regiment
al monuments on the west side of
Poe field. This invitation is issued
to all Confederate .urvivors of the
battle, but Colonel Foust is desirous
that all survivors who were with the
lamented General W. P«. Bate shall
attend. He allude^ to the Bate* men
as those “who gave us so much trou
ble that day."
DONG BEACH, CAD., Aug. 30.—In
an effort to accomplish what hus
heretofore been declared impossible
by scientists, bringing to maturity a
baby devilfish, will be attempted by
Dr. W. S. i,eroy, a scientist of Ap
pleton, who is a summer tourist in
Dong Beach.
Dr. Leroy discovered the tiny oc
topus, so small that It can only be
seen distinctly under a magnifying
glass, attached to a tiny piece of
coral on the beach here this morn
ing. He will construct a glass case
in which fres«h sea water will be cir
culated In the effort to bring the
deep sea creature to maturity.
The tiny inhabitant of the ocean
has lost two of its spider-like tenta
cles, evidently in a fight with some
other member of its species, but
otherwise is in apparently health}
condition. The remaining tentacles
are about two inches in length and
of such strength that force was nec
essary in prying them from the rock
to which they were fastened.
Girl Sunday School
Teacher Also Forger
Dual Life of Pittsburg Young Woman
Is Bared in a Remark
able Confession.
1 SERVED 17 YEARS FOR ANOTHER’
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Sailor Freed From Atlanta Prison
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Thomas Bram’s Heart Not Bitter
T HOMAS M. C. BRAM. just paroled from the Atlanta Fed
eral prison, where he served six of the seventeen years he
has spent in a cell after being sentenced to life for slaying
three persons on the bark Herbert Fuller, July 13, 1896, on
the high seAs. of which crime he declares he is innocent, assert
ing further that he will spend the remainder of his life clearing
his name.
PITTSBURG, Auk. 30.—Carrie
Elizabeth Wilson, alias Graham. 22.
leads a dual existence, according
to her own confession. Sometime?
she is a Sunday school teacher ir.
Brookline, with six to eight little girls
in her class, and sometimes she earns
a precarious livelihood by forging
names and pretending to be other
persons, she says.
The charge of false pretense and
forgery she admitted, but told a story'
that she expected to extenuate her
offense.
According to the girl’s story, she
needed money to pay room rent and
board, and she forged the name of
Mrs. R. R. Hough, of Knoxville, to
account slips in a local department
store and obtained Jewelry and cloth
ing thereby.
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Clubman Flees Into
Wilds From Gossip
San Diego Society Leader Becomes
Hermit When He Tires of
‘Butterfly’ Life.
SAN DIEGO, CAL., Aug. 30.-^Iohn
W. Drummond, clubman and society
man, son of the American tobacco
magnate, now owns a little beauty
spot on the old Casa Grande Indian
Reservation.
Weary of metropolitan society,
seeking surcease from the scandal
thrown at him, thirsting for a life of
simplicity, Drummond stumbled upon
the place. Now he lives there, dress
ing in a tattered bathrobe and a pair
of sandals. %
Drummond, whoso money could
buy him the luxuries of the day,
sleeps in a roughly built house on
the spot where the aborigines slept,
drinks from the same spring and
spends his time and entertains his
friends under the same trees.
Bram’s Own Story of the
Herbert Fuller Alystery
Rich Clubman Won
By Polite Phone Girl
Operator’s Courtesies Cause Presi
dent of Exclusive Bachelor Or
ganization to Resign.
By THOMAS M. C. BRAM.
I’ve
PITTSBURG, Aug. 30.—“Number,
please.”
“Grant—Grant—let me see;
forgotten—can you help me?”
“Certainly. Will you tell me whom
you want?”
Sweet voiced and winsome. Miss
Margaret Cecelia Morgan, of Home
stead, relief operator of the Home
stead, Braddock and Duquesne telf
phone exchanges, thus gave kind and
courteous attention to the calls of
Thomas J. Kane, president of an ex
clusive club for young bachelors of
Homestead. Now they are married.
As a result eighteen fellow bache
lors of the Bellefonte Club, Home
stead, to-day are cynical.
Greeted by Snores,
Uses Fists on Wife
Paterson Man Resents Drowsy Wel
come, and Lands in Court—Pa
roled in Mate’s Custody.
PATERSON, N. J , Aug 30. After
James Ruddy, of No. 326 Grand street,
was releases! from the Isolation Hos
pital, he entered his home In anticipa
tion of a warm reception. He found
Mrs. Ruddy asleep.
“How are you. dear?” he asked.
“Zzzz," from Mrs. Ruddy.
“Then I couldn’t keep In,” said Rud
dy to the Recorder when arraigned.
The appearance of his wife's face was
proof of what he said.
The court paroled Ruddy in the cus
tody of his wife. He promised to be
good.
I was born on the Island of St.
Kitts, a British possession in the Car
ibbean Sea, 47 years ago. My father
was a Dutchman, my mother an Eng
lishwoman. My boyhood days being
spent on this out-of-the-way island,
my ambition naturally centered on a
sea career.
First I served before the mast, but
I was an apt sailor and at the age of
24 I was master of my own vessel, a
brig, called the Twilight. Later I was
master of the schooner China.
After attaining my majority I was
naturalized as an American citizen
and made my shore home in New
York, where my family Is now.
As an American citizen I shipped in
June of 1896 as first mate of the bark
Herbert Fuller, carrying a cargo of
lumber and a few passengers from
Boston to Rio de le Platte, in South
America. She was a trim ship with
a capable master and crew tind 1 was
well satisfied with my berth.
Tells of Triple Slaying.
On the night of July 13 1 took the
deck watch at midnight. In the after-
house the captain, his wife, the sec
ond mate and a passenger named
Monks were sleeping. William Brown,
a seaman, was at the wheel.
It was a fair night w'ith little sea
running and I paced the deck with
no thought that this peaceful calm
was to be broken by as horrible a
crime as was ever committed.
I went into the waist of the ship,
passing among the lumber which was
piled waist high, to see that all was
well. t
My first hint of the tragedy came
when I heard what I thought to be
a cry. I rushed back on deck and met
the passenger Monks. He excitedly
told me that he Bad just discovered
the dead bodies of the captain, his
wife and a passenger.
With him 1 ran aft to the cabin and
found out his entire statement was
true save that the third dead person
was the second mate.
Three Slain With Ax.
All three had been killed with some
heavy, sharp weapon. The discovery
of a blood-stained ax proved that this
was the weapon that had been used.
With the death of the Captain and
the second mate, L as first and only
officer aboard, took immediate com
mand.
I refused to permit the bodies to
be buried at sea, thinking perhaps
that if they were brought into port
they w'ould furnish the police with
some clew to the mystery which was
completely baffling to me.
How'ever, as we had no embalming
instruments and fluids and no one
aboard knew anything of this art, I
realized that the health of all hands
demanded that they could no/ be kept
aboard.
The only solution as I could see it
was to make the Jolly boat fast with
a long tow line, place the bodies in
this craft and in this way make the
nearest port.
Accused by the Sailor.
This I did, and with this ghastly
convoy bobbing in our wake, we made
Halifax. Nova Scotia. In the mean
time, however, I had the sailor
Brown placed in Irons as a suspect.
I had no particular evidence against
him, except that he was to my knowl
edge the only man awake In the after
part of the bark.
Soon after I did this Brown startled
the entire ship by making a state
ment declaring that, from his post ai:
the wheel, he had seen me enter the
aft cabin, take the ax and slay the
captain, his wife and the second mate.
He gave no motive. He simply de
clared that 1 did it. Though I was the
only officer aboard, I promptly sur
rendered to the crew as soon a? 1 heard
Continued on Next Page, Co’umn 2.
Leaves Vengeance to Almighty, but
Declares He Will Devote Life to
Clearing Himself of Charge He
Murdered Three on High Seas.
First Act Is to Buy, With Part of
Scanty Store, Flowers for Man
Who Aided Him, Warden Moyer.
Anxiously Seeking Employment.
Seventeen years spent in prison,
seventeen years when his only hope
was that by some kind stroke of
Providence he would not have to die
there, seventeen years when every
second of the time he says he knew
he was receiving the punishment that
another had earned, all this ha* been
the lot of Thomas M. C. Bram, re
cently released from the Atlanta
Federal penitentiary and Bram to-day
declares that he has bitterness in
his heart for no man.
The vengeance, which another man
would seek, he declares he is willing
to leave to the Almighty. His oniy
purpose in life now la to earn 4n
honorable livelihood and to so conduct
himself that the Attorney General of
the United States will see that the
President issues him full pardon, in
stead of the parole he now enjoys,
und restore his civil rights.
He cares little whether the real
criminal in the famous “Herbert
I uller" mystery is brought to Justice.
He cares only that his name be
cleared of the black crime of the
slaying of three persons on the high
seas and endeavoring to fix the blame
on another.
Looks Picture of Health.
Bram Is 47 years old. Though he
looks the picture of health, his years
in prison have told oil him. The lit
tle hair he has on his head is as
white as snow. His mustache is
White, but the healthy outdoor life
he led until the Jail key turned on
him and his life in the Atlanta prison
have served him in good stead.
The tan of the sea sun and the
wind-lashed face of a mariner are
now his. His skin is as ruddy as
that of a healthy baby. Hi* eye Is as
bright as that of an ambitious boy.
His broad shoulders are held well
thrown back. His build denotes tre
mendous strength which the prison
could not rob him of.
There is little of the old salt about
him. In appearance he is a well-
dressed, sturdy business man. In
conversation he could be anything
from a banker to a clergyman. He
declares he does not drink, smoke,
nor swear. He Is at peace with the
world.
It Is impossible to view him and
connect Bram as the principal of this
mystery of the deep, sea, this prob
lem that his freedom makes more in
tricate Instead of clearing.
Sees Auto First Time.
Wednesday when he walked out of
the walls a free man, he entered the
first automobile he had ever seen.
The first money that he had spent
in seventeen years was spent to buy
a bouquet of flowers for Warden
Moyer of the penitentiary, who has
been his staunch friend In his fight
for freedom.
This struggle for parole has been
hardly less dramatic than the crime
which. Justly or unjustly, he served
so long. Never for one second since
he passed into a cell has he ceased
to struggle, not only to enjoy the
air that free men breathe, but to en
joy every privilege of a man who has
never felt the brand of crime.
Six years ago tie came to the At
lanta penitentiary from the Massa
chusetts State Prison, where he had
served eight years. He had once been
sentenced to die. He had fought
against death on the gallows, and he
had won this fight, even though he
was doomed to spend the rest of his
days behind prison bars.
But life meant opportunity for him
to continue his struggle for ultimate
exoneration, and he fought on. His
first real opportunity came when he
entered the Atlanta prison. Warden
Moyer, ever the friend of the pris
oners, became peculiarly interested ih
the case of Bram.
He made a model prisoner. He
boasts of the fact that during his
fourteen years of penal servitude, no
harsh word has been spoken to him.
No mark of bad conduct has been
placed against his name.
Moyer became convinced of this
seaman's innocence. He introduced
Bram to George Freeman and Harry
Perkerson, Peachtree street tailors,
who became interested in his case
and immediately started out to ob
tain his release. At that time the
parole law did not extend to life