The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1908-08-09

Glnnis-had ever been in Jail. An he
told me that he never touched liquor
can't stand drinking NANNY
mother had her sorrows, Judge, because
OF the drink. But Mr.. McGinnis was
drinking all day yesterday. and then
ne was arrested, and now / hear that
ne mas oeen In prison. God help me. |
can never forget this day, your honor:
out ask you not to send him to prison
again
ana II / do not, ma'am, how then ?
VIII you let bygones be bygones and
nelp MN TO live this doWn?"l
by TINS time the Indifferent loungers
III the court room-the strange rae-ta o
ana bobtail who haunt these gripnv
chambers OF distress-mingled 18th
muse having business there; the law
yeIs' tne reporters, witnesses in other
hdd gathered near the desk,
seeming something unusual in the air
Especially the newspaper men. They
nad a warm spot in their hearts for
Magistrate Dwyer. None of then,
ihuch minded his reputation for being
700 closely In touch with TammanV
nan TO beft the strict ends of Justice
Tor there was something eminently hu-
man, and lovable about the burly old
sportsman Moreover he often threw
iorihaI routine and book laws over
BOARD and thus furnished STORIES"
dear TO the reporters. Still thev did
not think that Dwyer would relea SO
the prisoner. The outcry of the ..n,Ir,
polltlcs crowd would be too formid
apie Just now. when practical politics
was hghting for its life and IFS rrIa
OF the town. But everybody looked en-
rlously at Mrs. McGinnis. to see how
sne would answer. She was silent At
A.aIA
said
Il hope I'd do my duty. Judge vour
nohor-Dut this is a sore disgrace"
Another one with duty spillin' ont
aV their person, bedadI" cried DIVER
humping his fist on the desk. .Oh
nut isn't this respictability the foine
lIllhg. Let's see how much av II the
prisoner has. McGinnis. me man. I
s pose We tried to register Illegally from
a sinse of duty"
The prisoner looked wanly at the
magistrate. and falteringly said. Yes.
judge. your honor
A gale of laughter swept through tho
court room. But Magistrate DIVERS
angry glare and bull-like roaring
abruptly checked it,
Be the powers. McGinnis. can
give your sinse of duty what's comm
to II thin, Do we plead guilty or not
guilty."
Il am guilty. judge. your honor"
INN. McGinnis,' said the mapis
trate, taking up the papers in the next
case. III have to say to you
Judge. your honor," cried the pris
oner suddenly, IN voice which brough,
Dryers angry eyes to him in wonder
please don't send me away Vet, viii
you let me tell you how this hapnened
Judge, your honor-for Gods sake ?J
DWyer dropped the bundle of papers
and let his obese body settle back in
his chair. Say on, McGinnis," he said:
but make il short. Officer. | can See
If We can't, that Mrs. McGinnis looks
waKe-sive her chair. and slip lively,
too. Proceed. McGinnis. me man."
The prisoner moistened his marched
lips with his tongue. and then. clasping
his cloth cap in his trembling fingers.
and with his head bent humbly. he
said:
Il was IS years old, judge. yo,lr
honor when | stole the set of furs from
my boss. / was help 10 porter in the
dry goods district. l had no father or
mother living, and ] don't deny that I
was goin' 70 the divi as fast as |
could. with the drink and the card
playing. And ! stole the furs one day
to get money 10 go on the way | was
going. An l was caught. and the
judge he wouldn't give me another
chance, no more would me employer
though / was ready to swear to God
that | would drop me old ways, and |
meant what l said. But they sent me
to jail, and | was there for two years
judge, your honor. and if | had mind
ed TO do IL | might have joined the real
guns-the real professionals, ] mean.
your honor-when l came out, for they
fn in iaiI for oil
could do 10 stop us from talking. and
they looked me up after | got out Of
jail. But, judge, II wasn't in me-
could not go on that way-judge. prison
is like hell To me; il nearly drove me
the bars of the cell last
night brought it all back. and me head
went around on me shoulders
He had TO. stop. for his breath was
gagged by the convulsive workings of
the lean muscles in his scraggy throat.
Hand the poor divil a glass of
water" roared the magistrate. and
Sergeant Shaughnessy of the detective
bureau stepped forward and anticipat-
ed the court policeman.
Brace up. joe" said the sergeant.
giving McGinnis a friendly tap on his
bowed shoulders.
McGinnis gave him a pathetically
grateful look, doglike in its humble
wistfulness. and then faced the magis-
trate again.
II came back to New York. your
else could / go? ! knew
people here, and knew the streets: and
the town looked good to me- even when
the people in my block either would
have nothing to do with me or called
me 'Furs McGinnis.' But I got odd
Jobs and went on, and by and by the
people began to forget the old mark