The Birmingham age-herald., 1908-08-09

do with me or called me 'Furs McGln- nis.' But I got odd jobs and went on and by and by the people began to forget the old mark ag'inst me. Judge, 1 lived straight as a string, as the sergeant has told. But, judge, your honor, if the peo- pie forget. I didn't and I was never much of man after getting out of the prison. For long time I had no friends at all. for I couldn't go to the saloons, for swore I would not drink again; and could not join the clubs and political as- sociations, for I was not a citizen any more. and didn't care about the dancing with the young folk. They didn't want me at first. and by and by. when the old thing was forgotten, I didn't want to go to the dances an balls any more-for was not young. I found out So I lived around at the lodging houses for a good many years, judge, your honor, until I got tired of that and then I found a boarding house. That was when got me steady job as a teamster with MT. Beck man"
 Here the magistrate interrupted: 1T see the Honorable MT. Beekman in the court room. Danny, how did ye find Me- Ginnis as teams<er?"
 ''He was all right. but I want to say your honor, now that have the chance. that what the newspapers said about me colonizfng Is dead wrong McGinnis was not told by me to register an as soon as I heard of what he was up to I fired him on the spot"
 "Oh, ye did, did ye Danny? Politician all over, aren't ye? Have a sinse of duty too, I misdoubt. All right, Danny-go on. McGinnis."
 Well in the boarding house IT met hA1t- judge, your honor. Her ould sister kept the boarding house, and Della didn't have an easy time of it. That was three years ago, judge, your honor-I was getting old getting on to 5o your honor. but she seemed to like me. an2'
 'Ye got married-and a good trick, too, McGinnis," said the magistrate
 Judge. after I got married, we moved into little flat, and had our own home Your honor. that was good enough for me. l didn't want no better thing than that. And Del-Mrs. McGinnis-she-I guess she made it the home it was, judge. your honor. Judge. when I went home at night and found the supper on the table. and the evening paper and the lit tie lamp with the red shade she bought so we wouldn't strain our eyes be the gas-judge-"
 Tears were streaming from the prison CTS red-rimmed eyes as he looked up at the magistrate, Mrs. McGinnis sat now with bowed head, softly and slowly rock ing her body to and fro.
 "All right. McGinnis." said the magis- trate, in softer voice than ever before 'I think I can understand how ve felt have a home of me own, bedad Go on.'
 Mrs. McGinnis did a lot of reading your honor, and she was interested in the politics, too. That was our first trouble, for had been so long away from all that. you understand, that I had forgotten all it was new to me to the immigrants, your honor. I said as much-not telling her why, for I always knew that If she knew about me prison record that-well judge, there would have been no home that's sure. The Shaws, her family, were very respectable people. your honor. But me wife thought it shameful for man not to be interested in politics. She made trouble when I did not vote at the last election-and when this one came on judge, your honor, she asked me as a favor to her to vote and do me duty
 "Oho!' said the magistrate-"that was the duty you meant?"
 "No judge, your honor." said McGin- his, it was me duty to me wife I was ready to do all I could to make her feel contented. An, besides. she woke me up. judge. I began to feel as I did years back-ashamed and sorry of being cut from the polls. and not to be like the other men In the district. And then I said to myself-Who'll remember the old thing against me now? I've been an hon. est man for 30 years I'll register and vote with the others. I says to myself An judge, your honor, when it comes right down to it, I know men with a
 
 year" You are right as trivet McGinnis '' said Magistrate Dwyer. And a good many of them belong in the jail, where ye never did belong. So ye made up ye mind to reaister?"
 "Yes judge, your honor"
 An thin your dear friend Misther Fa- gan put spoke in your wheel. An why was that. McGinns dye know?" "Yes. I do know. judge. your honor.' said McGinnis, for the first time straight ening up from his shamblng position and turning a glance of sombre fury on Fa- gan. who sullenly turned his eyes to the floor, He is a blacl1guard. and I tell you so, Three days ago we were going from the stable together after work and I picked up purse in the gutter near Sol omon's poolroom There was nigh $50 in it. Pagan was keen to have me divide with him. as he had seen It when I did. and only got it first bv me quick dive" ''Well, that was only fair McGinnis"
 'Yes judge. your honor. but the own CTS name was on a card in the purse. and said. of course. it must go back tn him. Pagan said I was a fool He said Bill Oliver-it was his purse, judge played more than fifty on each race. and won. too, and would never miss this bit But judge sure I could never take home any s25 to Mrs. McGinnis that got that way-so I took the purse to Billy Oliver" "And so that's why Mir Pagan was op- pressed by his sinse of duty to suueal on you to the deputy, eh? Pagan. ye scampr' Dwyer's voice rose to a roar Make yerself scarce in hurry!" Pagan obeved.
 "And so, iudge,.' continued McGinnis. again relapsine into his humble pose, "I went to register. and then the deputy he-he said what he said
 "I went to McConnelrs saloon across the street and took the first drink of whisky had tasted in 30 years. And then another and another. Judge. your honor. I couldn't get the stuff down fast enough, I wanted to forget-right away, I knew I would be arrested And MT. Reekman saw me in the saloon and came in and bounced me-and-and I don't ,mfw ar0 plcrs until rvIu, pp in tbs