The Montgomery advertiser., 1906-04-06

Uncle Jimmie FreiI. the Mir. Dooley of Montgomery, Uncle Jimmie who was to Monroe street what MT. Dooley was to the Archey Road Is on fast train. speeding as fast as 1t will car ry him on his way to his native land of Ireland.
 Shut in by the green hills of Coun- ty Donegal is the pretty little village of Clough. Uncle Jimmie was born there sixty-four years ago. It is the fairest st-spot fon earth to him and he goes there to live and die. He will be a rich man in County Donegal. America has been good Ito him. What ever dreams of wealth he brought ov- CT here as young Irish lad have been more than fulfilled. His friends say that Uncle Jimmie" carries with him fortune of between $30,O00- and $40.- 900.
 In the evening of his life he is as sured of rest and freedom from any anxiety. A prominent citizen. the kindly old man will be In his native village. Of course those who knew him as a youth, but few remain. Many have died and some like him came to America. But the ways of the people will be the same and the hills of Don egal will be as green and as beauti- full as they were sixty years ago.
 There are hundreds of Montgomer- ians who do not know "TIncle Jimmie Perhaps some of them never heard of him. They are people who have never been in want. They have never been financial direlicts, wrecks who did not know how and when their next meal would come. They have never felt the sting of hunger or the keener sting that comes to the hopeless inebrlate, when he must have whiskey and knows not where to get 1t. They are people who have had no call to go down on Monroe street.
 Uncle Jimmie" was a saloon keeper on Monroe street. In his place on Monroe street the wrecks and derelicts of life foated in when there was no other place to go. The hungry came when they had to have food, the hope less came when they had to have whis- key or go mad.
 Year after year quietly minding his own business. the old man gathered near and prepared for the dream of his life-the time when he would return to old Ireland with all the money he needed for his declining days.
 He got to be In his latter days quite local institution. He was shown to visitors like Chuck Connors is shown in Chinatown. Men were taken around to his place to see him and hear him talk, who would never otherwise have gone on Monroe street They went around to hear him laugh to listen at his rich brogue and to catch the humor of Irish wit and his Irish bulls.
 He had a rich laugh like the rum- ling of an underground water fall, and 1t was so infectious. that no man could hear 1t without joining in. A hundred stories are told of him.
 There is the tory of the hobo who came into his place and slipped over h worn dime for a drink. After he had filled the glass to the brim he said to the old man:
 "Aw say, won't you put some bitters in that?"
 The old man looked at the brlmming glass a moment and then responsibility at the man on the other side of the counter:
 {. And phwere will I put t?" he asked with fine sarcasm.
 The old mans early education was sadly neglected and he always had trouble with figures. He bought $500 cash register, however, and was intensely proud of it. In all the time he owned 1t he and the cash register never had settlement. He used to walk around and gaze fondly at his piece of furniture. Ringing up a GUS toner's money was always an import ant rite. He hit the keys in the aim less fashion as a child would strike the keys on piano. For cent purchase it was altogether probable that $5 had