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Show An Interview with Stokes. The iShji reporter, who had not seen Stokes for three years, was somewhat some-what startled nt the aiteralion wrought in him. The raven hair has become gray, the rounded cheeks have fallen in, the skin is sallow and wrinkled, and the hands are long and Irony. His voice sounds like the voice of a man who hasjust escaped the clutches clutch-es of a deadly disease, and to whom speaking is a pleasant effort. He stood there peering through the bars, smiling faintly, sometimes laughing heartily, and once and again making a remark with striking energy, lie wore a dark cloth suit and a colored shirt without collar or necktie. His long, fair neck, standing out between the sallow face and the coat collar, I was the object that most .struck the eye. WHAT STOKES SAYS. "Well. Stokes," said the Xtut reporter, re-porter, "X suppose you have heard the news? " "Oh, yes," he replied, "some time ago. ' ' "It did n't take you by surprise, did it?" the reporter asked. ' "Xo. I expected the result," he answered. "I felt certain that after the bill of exceptions wo sent up I should got a now; trial." "How did yon first hear of it?" the reorter asked. "Warden Johnson told me." Stokes answered. "By the way," he added, ad-ded, laughing, and going back from the grating, "tho Warden did a scurvy scur-vy tiling. He came up to thegrating and said, 'I've news fur you, Ed.' 'What is it?' I said. 'They've refused re-fused you a new trial,' he replied. I folt kind of queer, and said, "I don't sec how they can do that." Then Stokes continued, again laughing, "he said, 'Oh I made a mistake. I ought to have said they have granted you a new trial.' " "It is said that they have found for a new trial on four of the points raised, the Sim ropoiter said. " Ah, sec hero." said Stokes, gailv and with great animation ; " Dos I'as-s( I'as-s( four- iitils; what do you think uf that? Trcmain said six.' They've found on four points,'1 ho added; 'emphatically. 'em-phatically. " Why that's good for four new trials one fur each point. Eh, Dos Passu,?" and be laughed gleefully, and took two or three turns, purring at his cigar the while. Presently he came back to the grating grat-ing and said, with a very earnest, serious se-rious face. " Dos l'assos.do vou think they'll bail me?'' "Yuii mustn't expect that," his counsel slid, shaking his head. " Well, 1 don't sec why they -hould not," Stokes replied in a half-injured sort of way. " It isn't fair to keep a follow phut up here this way." Alter muring fur a moment or two. Stukea said, "1 hope they will try me right away. I want to be put ontr;al again at once." "Don't be in too grnat a burn-." Mr. Dos Paos said. "We shall" do what i best m the case. It might injure in-jure you to pith the tiling on too quickly. That was the mischief last time." "But you must remember things werodiiTerent last time," Stukes replied. re-plied. "There were thirty of the worst c-.iscs of homicide in die Tombs. And the feeling ouiildo w;is strong. Xow it's dnlereut altogether." "There's Father Walworth at the gate." the reporter said. "Poor oid genueman this is a ad shovk for him. What do vou think of the Walworth case, M-rStokcsr iHukes look-jd at the end of hi cigar von- attentively, glanced into the room Ti-'lt.iv ins venerable father was seated talking to Mr-.. Scanned, and said in a low tone, "It's pretty bad pretty had." Then he walked away from the grating and at down on the tai'Ie. "E'i is rMiiv f, ,r trial tiiH infant." Mr. D-k Pa-sec -.lid, -miling ami i -"tinting hi- thumb over hi- -ii'.uid'T toward the prisoner. "H" is the nio-l sangvtinf man I ever -aw in my life." At ti.i.- j-in'-ture a -peial te!grain ;o a morning KU-er was handed in Stok'-J for hU Wnwil. He re-ad it attentively, at-tentively, and' h iv-- it to Mr. Do-Pa-v. Tnen he retired into a ei?r-ner ei?r-ner of tiie n -in to read a note which accompanied the telc-graru. -Yttc ' York iiiUL |