CONDEMNED The two months preceding the trial were months of restless agony to the prisoner, Kalmar.

Day and night he paced his cell like a tiger in a cage, taking little food and sleeping only when overcome with exhaustion.

It was not the confinement that fretted him.

The Winnipeg jail, with all its defects and limitations, was a palace to some that he had known.

It was not the fear of the issue to his trial that drove sleep and hunger from him.