St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1893-04-10
He never SITS DOWN
Story Of a Man Who Has a
Life Purpose Constantly
in View.
He Is Doing Penance for What
He Thought Was Clever
Work.
Rev. William WilkinSOn'S Un-
orthodox UtteranceS on
He'll Fire.
Loehren to Be Honored With
JeffepSon--MoPPill Canon
ICES Mills.

On Washington avenue north Is
little candy and fruit store, whose
proprietor is a sad-eyed man with amber
dripping hair and a scraggly. knotted
beard of the same hue. His name is
McGinnis-Andy McGinnis, in whose
veins not drop of Irish blood flows,
notwithstanding the Hibernian cast to
his name. Andy is a victim of circum-
stances, and his sad eyes tell story OF
a stormy, checkered life, with but few
silver-lined clouds. Those who know
him deem him eccentric, with his pc
cullar ways. eccentricities and idiosyn-
crasies; but they little wot the true
reason for his never sitting down.
Andy McGinnis has lived in this city
nearly nine years, and during all that
time no mortal man ever saw him oc-
cupy a chair or lie on his back. In the
rear of his shop is room which an
SwerS for the purpose of bed chamber,
parlor, kitchen and dining room. There
is not a chair of any description
within the four walls, nor a ia
bic. On the wall next to his
shop is a long shelf, about two feet
wide and nailed to the boards, at an
elevation of five feet from the floor. Off
this shelf Andy eats his breakfast, dim
ner and supper. lie always stands
when he eats. Ii by accident he hap
pens to fall down it is at the expense of
D., Tool N.aif
before, by fruitful labor and huS-
banding of earnings, he raised
himself to the dignity of business
man," he was employed on street work
for the city. His cO-IabOrers thought it
peculiar that he should always insist
upon standing upright while eating his
lunch from his little tin pail. Poor
fellows! In their humble, ignorant
way, they never dreamed that Andy
was undergoing a lifelong penance.
Andy's only companion being
bachelOr) is a sturdy, grizzled fellow Of
about fifty years of age, who answers
TO the euphOniuS title Of SAM" and
! whose apparent duties are TO watch the
shop while the proprietor takes walk
about the city. Yesterday a GLOBE re-
porter called on Andy and engaged him
in conversation. He was all curiosity to
!
history, and made bold to ask him to
tell the story of his life and why he
never sat down. From the complexion
of Andv's nose it was evident he had
INDUCED in the cup of Bacchus, and,
aside from this prima facie evidence, he
was in a talkatiYe mOOd-cOnvictlon i'll
itself.
"The story of my life?" repeated
Andy, musing. "And why l never sit
down? Well, now, that is long story,
but I'll tell you just the same"
sam, 20 into the next room and shut
the door" said he to the griZzled old
fellow who sat perched upon the coun-
ter running his fingers through his
long gray whiskers. Sam obeyed with
out hesitancy. nay, almost meekly, and
when the door was shut Andy con-
tinued:
lit was fifteen years ago (wistfully)
that an incident occurred in my life
which made me what | am. Ny pal and
1 Indicating by jerk OF his thumb that
he meant SAM and a fellow named
HaWlev found ourselves dead busted in
LeaGyille. We had been mining for
several years, but had never struck 1t
rich. At the time refer TO we were
completely broke and out Of luck.
One day a young dudish fellow
! from Chicago struck the town in
search of mining investments. lie
was the easiest mark ever
| LAID my eyes on, and the biggest sucker
in the whole range OF Rockies. he was
dead stuck on buying mine, 80 Haw-
| ley. Sam and L got our heads tegether
and sailed hole in the ground little
way out of town. We dug a shaft about
| fifteen feet deep, and, with a Dailful of
| the Sailing fluid and a horse syringe,
| fixed up the incest fake gold mine you
ever laid your eyes on. Then we soaked
| lot of common rock in the stuff and
| laid it along on the top for quite dis
| lance, to show that the float rock' was
as good as the interior of the vein.
'Oh, it was a dandy scheme" said
Andy, sadly, brushing away tear from
his sad eyes. land it worked like a
| charm, too. We brought the Chicago
man out to see the mine, showed him
| the float rock and allowed him TO in
yestigate the mine. He bit like bull
terrier, and almost went wild at the
gold he saw. He offered us $4,000 for
| the mine, and of course we took 1t.
| Being afraid that the sucker would
prosecute us when he found out how
! badly he had been taken in, we split the
| stuff and got out. HaWley went to
| Frisco and Sam and | to Chicago. We
'bloWed' ourselves right and left. There
| was no man in town"
At this point Andy broke off his story,
| and, with glistening eyes. called out:
SAM Come out here, you duffer."
Sam stuck his head out of the door.
Didn't we have great time i'll Chi
cagO Oh that mining stuff, eh?"
Sam nodded his head and gTinned
! from ear 10 ear.
Now. get back in there"
And Sam got.
I'VE STAYED in Chicago whole year."
continued Andy, his voice taking to
itself a sad cadence, land we had but
little left. One day was walking down
! Clark street, when coming toward me |
saw the sucker to whom we had sold
| the sailed mine. / tried to get away,
for came to the conclusion that when
he saw me he would hand me over to
the police on the charge of swindling.
Imagine my surprise when he rushed
UP to me, and grabbing my hand pump
handled me in more Wig
orous manner than l had ever
been pumphanded before. He
was powerful glad to see me
and said he could never thank me
enough for having sold him such val
liable mine. Say! [ just groaned in
wardI1, for l thought all the time he
was making game Of me and reveling
in my discontinue. But he pulled me
into a jewelrY store, bought me gold
watch, diamond ring and fine dia'
mond shirt stud.
"'My old friend, said he, you put me
in way to make a fortune, and want
to show my gratefulneSs.'
"'What are you giving US" said l.
Why, l am talking about the mine you
sold me- said he. i went right to work
and dug down fifty more feet, and
struck it richer than you ever imagined
the mine. 1t has been paying $1,000 a
day ever since"
Andy stopped short in his narrative,
and the reporter saw he was weeping.
| .tXValI :, continued ANDY 81 pOT AWAY