Evening Republican, Volume 22, Number 262, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 30 October 1919 — STARTED FOR LAND OF CONFINEMENT THIS MORNING. [ARTICLE]

STARTED FOR LAND OF CONFINEMENT THIS MORNING.

The man scowled as he sat in his ’ cell in the Kentland jail this Thursday morning sipping his coffee and nibbling his freshly-buttered toast. Outside the sun smiled broadly, its rays warming the earth and giving the atmosphere a spring-like balminess. But the sun didn’t penetrate the gloomy nooks and corners of the convicted man’s cell. His appetite was lacking and his soul was filled with remorse and utter hopelessness; he was dejection personified. There was a sound of footsteps in the corridor which grew louder with a maddening persistency; then came a knock on the door; then the jailer; pallor overspread the face of the lonely man crouched in the cell as he realized that he was to leave his little cell for a more spacious one at the state penitentiary, far removed from the hustle and bustle of a busy world. He started forward, sank back unsteadily on his cot and then, with an effort, gathered himself together and followed to the outer world. The man was John Burris, sentenced to Michigan City for a period of from two to fourteen years. He carried a grouch, a hand bag, a Bible and a fresh pack of fine cut. The sheriff of Newton headed the processiojj. “Hell of a note that a man can’t have any right,” snapped the future lockstep artist as he munched his fine cut in the little railway station and awaited the train that was to pilot him. to confinement.