Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-08-09

your honor, now that / have the chance,
that what the newspapers said about me
colonizing Is dead wrong. McGinnis was
not told by me to register. an as soon as
I heard of what he was up to | fired him
on the spot.
''Oh. We did. did We. Danny? Politician
all over. aren't We? Have a sinse of duty,
too. misdoubt. All right. Danny-go on,
McGinnis''
well, in the boarding house II. met
Della Shaw-thats now Mrs. McGinnis
Judge. your honor. Her ould sister kept
the boarding house. and Della didn't have
an easy time of 1t. That was three years
ago. Judge, your honor-I was getting old,
getting on to fifty. your honor. but-she
seemed to like me. an ="
I'VE got married-and a good trick. too.
McGinns. said the magistrate.
Judge. after 1 got married We moved
into little fiat and had our own home.
Your honor. that was good enough for
me. l didn't want no better thing than
THAI And Del-Mrs McGinnis-she-I
guess she made II the home 1t was judge.
night and found the supper on the table.
and the evening paper and the little lamp
with the red shade she bought we
wouldn't strain our eyes be the gas
Judge
TEARS were streaming from the prison.
er's red-rimmed eyes as he looked up
at the magistrate. Mrs. McGinnis sat
now with bowed head. softly and slowly
rocking her body to and fro.
IAN right. McGinnis' sad the magis-
trate. in softer voice than ever before
81 think can understand how We felt
/ have a home av me own, bedad! Go
on
Mrs. McGinnis did a los of reading.
your honor and she was interested in the
politics. too. That was our first trouble
for I had been so long away from all
that. you understand. that had forgot
ten all-it was new to me as to the mmi-
grants. your honor. ! said as much-not
telling her why. for 1 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 fam
lily. were very respectable people. your
honor. But me wife thought it shameful
for a man not to be interested in politics.
She made trouble when l did not vote at
the last election-and when this one
came on-judge. four honor. she asked
me as a favor to her to vote, and do me
duty"
"Oho!" said the magistrate-'that was
the duty you meant7"
NO. Judge, your HONOR said McGinnis.
1T was me duty to my wife l was ready
to do all l could to make her feel con-
tented. An. besides. she woke me up.
judge 1 began to feel as 1 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 l
said to myself-'Who'N remember the old
thing against me now? I've been an
honest man for thirty years. I'll regis
ter and vote with the others, l says to
myself. An. judge. your honor. when it
comes right down to 1t. / know men with
a worse record than mine who vote
every year
You are right as trivet. McGinnis. Z"
said Magistrate Dwyer. And a good
many of them belong in I = jail. where
We never did belong. So ye made up
your mind to register?'
Yes Judge, your honor.
AN thin your dear friend. Misther
FaRan put a spoke in your wheel. An
why was that, McGinnis. dye know"
<cVE Els. I do know. Judge. your honor"
said McGinnis. for the first time
Strengthening up from his shambling
position and turning a glance of somber
fury on Pagan. who sullenly turned his
eyes to the floor. He Is a blackguard,
and tell you SO. Three days ago we