Mother Fears Son is Convict In Alton Prison Gray shadows stirred In the heap of stones that are tho relics of the olit Alton penitentiary, and the wind sifted the dust of years back to the days when ragged, gray-clad rebels pined behind the walls. Postmaster j Paul B. Cousley received a letter y<?s- erdny from Queenstown. Alberta, Canada .asking him to Inquire ot the warden of tho Alton penitentiary If the warden had a "guest" by the name of Parker Crum. Tho writer was tho boy's mother, and she had not heard from him for three years. She asked the warden to have tha- boy write, or to wrlle her himself. The postmaster sent her word thnt 1 e Alton penitentiary had been out of business for 7ii years, having been moved to Jollet before the Civil War. During tho war the old buildings were used as a Federal prison, but since then, the whispering winds of the Mississippi hnve worn It array, stone by stone, until today only a little heap ot gray rocks marks the spot. where silent men once naiif the Prisoner's Song.