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Show III VISIBLE. 801 lUlIE Fugitive From Matteawan Entertains Writer, but Does Not Talk of Case. HIS MOTHER PRESENT Ghastly Uncertainty and Dread at Hospitable Board on Christmas. By ADA PATTERSON. By International News Service- MANCHESTER, N. H., Dee. 26. Harry Thaw Tvaa nervous and pfravely mute regarding his case today. A newspaper news-paper writer whom he knew he bade to luncheon at his prison home, and presented his mother, who was visiting visit-ing him. "I am visible, but not audible,'' he said to the reporter. He performed his duties as host in silence save for praise of the waffles aud honey, which he ate with enjoyment. He left his guest for a few moments to attend the furnace. Always iu his wake, like two shadows, were his jailers, Sheriff Drew and Deputy Sheriff Stevens. Mrs. William Thaw, who arrived . from Pittsburg on Christmas dav to spend the- holidays with her uufortu- .- nate son, sat in the sunshino-flooded sitting room of the white mansion at , No. 2146 Elm street, knitting a brown stocking. For War Victims. "It will find its way, sooner or later, I suppose, to the scene of war,'' she said. : On the lounge and on the small table in the corner were packages wrapped in gay ribbon, still unopened. "They are Harry's" said the silver-haired silver-haired woman, outwardly so serene and inwardly in a tumult of anxiety -for . the tall man with the restless eyes, the sallow iare and the brown hair 'turning gray in the tufts above the ears and about the temples. Harry Thaw sat down at the piano and brilliantly dashed off a few bars, then tired of them before he had finished fin-ished aud wandered about his prison home, posing for photogiaphs. "It isn't the time to speak," he said with a restless glance, tapping his lip with his forefinger and smiling Ms quick and quickly vanishing smile. Guards Always on Hand. Never is he beyond eye range of the ; pair of men who are his sleepless keepers. Sheriff Drew, fat, beuevo-; beuevo-; lent, with a ready smile, is not in him-pelf him-pelf a terrifying spectacle. Sheriff , Stevens is east iu harder mould. He ; is one of tbe grim, gray men that only New England produces, meu with sharp eyes that would send a bullet straight 1 " to its target. His aim would bo un'de-viating un'de-viating it' he believed that to fire a shot were his duty. It is an ordeal that rasps the nerves J to bo ever under espionage. Miss Cox, the brown-haired young woman who is1 Mrs. Thaw 's companion, sat between ; the jailers at luncheon, aud looked restless. Secretary liice, a handsome young chap, to 'whom dancing would seem more natural the one-step iu a clubhouse club-house than dancing attendacee upon a fugitive from Matteawan, sat smiling midway of the board. Mother Anxious. Mrs. Thaw, stately in her heavy blaek silk, prompted by her son, talked of the seed campaign during the time of drought in Nebraska nineteen years ago, and her part in it. Hospitality was there. There could be no question ques-tion of that, but a deep and terrible anxiety dominated it. Must the nervous man with the restless rest-less eyes return to the hospital for the insane? Was the decision of the supreme court, as his attorney had said, final? Was there no hope? The state that is without hope is desperation. Desperate minds breed desperate deeds. What is Hairy Thaw planning us he talks absently in his half -whispers'? What is the silver-crowned mother, she whose face has grown softer and sweeter in the sorrow-weigh ted years since she mounted the witness stand, as a queen might ascend her throne, at the municipal court and tried by her testimony to save her son 's life and liberty what is she facing in the new year? Y7es, there were smiles at that board. And hospitalitv and good will. But there was a ghastly uncertainty. There was a harrowing dread. It was as though one looked into a flower-wreathed volcano from whose crater issued the faint warning of a coming eruption. |