The age-herald., 1898-08-09
CLASSIFIED HARRY
 IS IN BIRMINGHAM

 talking to a party of Alabamians explting over the democratic victory. A man by the name of Harry would be taken for a cute little follow, with sallow complexion and jaunty. stylish necktie. But this Harry presented no such picture. He is tall, lanK, raw-boned and sunburned. He is also mi- nus one ear and his left eye is sightless In fact it is a sham, a clean bunco game, for the thing you think is an eye is nothing more than a glass affair, and it poorly matches the other one.
 "Glass-eyed Harry" was pointed out to me as an individual of interest l found him in the wash room of hotel making a desperate effort to remove q coating of Birmingham coal dust.
 ''Is this MT. -, late constable of Piney Ridge?" I said, he wiped few ounces of soap from the bad eye with one end of the towel.
 You bet yer boots, youngster, am he
 Well walk out here, sit down and be interviewed. I am not Sylvester Scoyel, better known as the Southwestern Shovel, but I can do the act"
 Just breathe free out there a moment, and I'll soon be your huckleberry.'
 Yes" in answer to my first question, "I am in the Magic City for several things. Things has been sorter dull in Piney Ridge for some time, and they tell me that minin' in the west ain't nothin to runnn' a gas plant in this mans town. A constable's einch in Piney Ridge is like a small pair to a straight in poker beside the gas mag mates pull in these dggin's. And they tell me there ain't no stoppin' this feller. He runs away ahead the city dads-cads or whatever you've mind to christen em. There are other things, though. I've been told that the mayors off and may not git back I might make a race for mayor, and if I can't get this, why folks have told me that policeman or two is in demand. Then I represent several wild western enter prises, Pony Pecos' Poetic Panorama of Punctured Industrial Plants among the rest, and I might be able to dicker with the Commercial club for locating some of these in Birmingham"
 "oh, this is all baderdash," interjected "Giye me some red hot stuff on your elec- tion as constable and experiences there after"
 "Why, the first thing I had to do when I entered office was to clean up the whole town. There are not enough church-going people Out there. Too many bad men huntin' for trouble. But there aint half as many gals chewin' gum on the street and watchin' men fight in the parlors as you have here. My predecessor was the pro- prietor of c faro and stud poker game over the Red Light saloon, not in a social club like they are in your town. He was strict ly N. G., and to make the case clear I had to shoot him in less than week after l started my campaign. The blackguard in- sisted on telling the people that l was once a policeman and robbed the stores on my beat. Then when I got in office there was this mans gang to--be disposed of. It wasn't hard job, but little tiresone. They hept me lodging bullets, until I kept my body going like naked man coming right out of a warm room when snow's on the ground One evening after I had seen my predecessors body put away, was walking toward the Black Dog saloon. l saw the ringleader of his gang step out suddenly and I knew what was up. Out with my gun, but he got the first shot and I followed close second. The firing be- came general and the crowd gave us all the room we needed. We had shot out round and reloaded when I saw his jaw drop where one of my bullets had shattered it. He didn't stop, but jerked his other gun to range and ran out in the street. By this time there wasn't a soul in sight and I tell you it was grand as we jumped from .-side to side like we both had St. Vitus' dance. He blazed away and l was hit in my right shoulder Just shifted my smoking gun to my left hand. He was hit again. This time in the stom- ach He doubled up for moment, then straightened out and began pumping lead. l felt sting in the leg, telling me was hit again. This made me mad l got bead and blazed away again. This time I had the satisfaction of seeing daylight through his left iung Fall, you don't know him. He turned and started home. l knew he was going after his Winchester. Just for fun I put another dose in his back. While I was standing talking to friend I felt sting about my ear and l knew he had clipped it off with his Win chester from the roof of his house. l never saw such nerve. There that man stood on top of his house with his leg broke his jaw shattered and window in his lungs and he was still shootin' at me-"
 ''Then what?"
 .I was standin' tellln' some friends about the difficulty next mornin. l felt a pain in my eye and I knew he was still pumpin' lead from the roof with his Winchester. This shot took my eye with it. They found him dead next evenin and buried him. The good citizens the next night give me a rousin' blow out for doin' a good service for the community"
 SJDNEY VOTING