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Show TELLS HORRORS OF LIFE IN SHADOW OF DEATH CHAIR ' . ,. Boy, Sentenced for Murder, . . Is Saved. by Sister and ' Sweetheart. ' t " ErooklJn. Tltf pWow of the dt-uth chair, the wooden'and'''w1re and hva contraption which' Is" In the clt'iin, white room at 'Slug Sing, bung for 13 months over Robert Welner. !ut It's gone now; at feast,' be to "out of Its Immediate shadow, and believes that his troubles are over. There are jjot njiiriy .jne.ln- ,New. lork state wlw have "spent long lagging lag-ging months,; 'waiting and watchihR for that lust rip through,w;h!)t once was "the llttlf). greeo door. If Isn't green now, r course; It's, browned steel and It's Jblg and heavy." I!ut the Idea Is there, , For, thofce, rnVn- n ho hove lived ejernltles eachp day and-week and-week there Is- no way ou'tf- obce they have passed ftirough tb door.' ' .. Twelve persons, ebpvcn'mpn" one woman, maiV'he'd - slowiy, ' (Ojuffllng along through that door, 'tle Dob Welner watclicd them. 'A'riil Jiow he shudders, and bis smile fudeV when he thinks of them. He saw Riith Snyder, sjouch through It lie saw'Jiidd Cray -go, and several ' others. ' '; Two Women Aided Him. 'They sent him to the. death hous. under penalty of denth, for his alleged al-leged part In the Tombs prison break and killing of 1920. He denied any part. ISut a Jury" found, hint guilty. . ' j' Then 'two' women, In.ileed they are little more' than girls, set out to prove him Innocent. One was his sister. The other was f i Is sweetheart. The story of how they battled against odds, fought with officials, worked and Ml Bob Welner Watched Them. struggled Is In Itself a story. But they won when the Court of Appeals ruled that Welner be given a new trial, and the district attorney In Manhattan admitted ad-mitted he couldn't produce the evidence evi-dence which would again convict the Brooklyn boy. Now Welner Is home, Just trying to not nttl ttvin rA 1 1 Ion ntn . . i. get acclimated. He Isn't going out. He Is Just sitting around home, trying to realize that when night conies he will not have to sit in the semidark-ness semidark-ness and count the hours. He hasn't yet, he says, understood fully that he will not have to play checkers through the bars, or hear the shouts and laughter laugh-ter of condemned men who are trying to appear carefree, hut who are worry-Ing worry-Ing and counting. A Terrible Feeling. "It's a terrible feeling," he says, "this knowledge that some night is coining and that you are going out of jour cell and that you are not coming back. "I played checkers with these men. We had to play our own board, shouting shout-ing out the moves, because death house confinement Is solitary confinement. And we would play, or talk, n?ver seeing the men we were playing or talking with. 'Then would come the night when we would hear the shuffling of feet. I think that was the worst. We would hear the men shuffle down the corridor. cor-ridor. I would see a dim form, then two or three others pass the cell. The men would cry out their farewells. The others In the cells would call out, too. But the man we had known If only by voice, had gone." Welner feels, he says, as If he had been dead and had come hack to life again. |