The Birmingham age-herald., 1912-01-07
.FRU|TLESS EFFORT !. TOF|ND 'MAN|GAL Scheduled to Go Through
 City Last Night ELABORATE SEARCH Some Experiences on the Train When Passengers Learned Whom the
 Reporters Were
 Seeking
ELABORATE SEARCH

Ortie McManigal, the magical juggler Of Los Angeles dynamite, did not pass through Birmingham on the Louisville and Nashville train last night, and in case he reaches Indianapolis in time for the grand jury investigation tomorrow, he will most certainly have pursued another route.
 That McManigal, surrounded by detec- tives, would occupy drawing room in the New Orleans Pullman on train No 4, was the belief of local passenger officials and the tip had been given to reporters of The Age-Herald. So when the train pulled into the station, half dozen of the gatherers of news were ready for any emergency that might befall
 After carefully explaining to the con ductors in charge of the several Pull mans that it was the desire of the in-
 quistors to behold McManigal, it became the duty of the aforementioned inquisi-
 tors to make known the reason for the desire. When all was understood, the conductors, as anxious as the reporters to
 behold the notorious McManigal, threw open wide, the portals of their doors, and
 followed close behind. Through the first car ran the little party, every man peer ing anxiously in a different direction.
 Some slight curiosity was aroused, but
 the passengers did not stampede. In the
 second car however, some careless men
 tion of "Ortie' occurred. which imme- diately attracted from school teacher
 of Massachusetts a scream which awoke
 the dormant echoes about the station Two colonels from Kentucky dropped their corkscrews and reached for their guns
 A Nashville salesman slyly locked his
 suitcase, and a listening tramp, slipping from under the car, slunk away in the darkness.
 From the second to the third Pullman the party, enlarged by the Massachusetts school teacher, the Kentucky colonels,
 and the travelling salesman, continued its
 passage. At this time it had become uni necessary for the reporters to ply the ! usual questions. The Massachusetts teacher was discharging this duty, and
 each man in that Pullman was forced to answer the question, Are you, or arc you not. Ortie McManigal?'
 Into the fourth and last Pullman, the party, still further enlarged, continued its course. There were but eight pas sengers in this coach. One was prohl-
 bitionst taking a nip from a black bottle another was a ballet dancer discussing with an old Maine bachelor the confes- sion of Clarence Richeson, and the re-
 maining five were delegates to the con vention of moral reformers quietly ln- dulging in a game of draw poker. Each of the male passengers answered the questions of the Massachusetts sul-
 fragette in the negative Everything would have passed off without soll-
 tary hitch, but for the delay in replying on the part of the prohibtionist. Hf had become partially strangled-and hi' i enforced hesitancy aroused the suspicion | reporters, whom she had mistaken for de | tectives, to arrest the man as a suspicion | character she tainted away, which mad' | it necessary for the brakeman to walk
 up the passengers in the Mississippi Pull
 man for the purposing of finding out I among them a doctor was concealed. Before the completion of the task o
 the brakeman, the reporters, innocen
 causes of he disturbance among the pas
 sengers, were thoroughly convinced tha McManigal was among the missing. Ano just as they stepped from the heated cal into the air through which elephantint flakes of snow were falling, the afore mentioned feminine consumer of Bostor beans, elevating her brows and extending her finger gave vent to the expression oi her belief that compared to the agents ol newspapers, Ortie McManigal was saint i-indeed.