ment, she may have a collapse and perhaps leave her little children without a mother's care."
Mr. Murphy said to me, "Mother Jones, I believe that if you went up and explained Rice's condition to the judge he would pardon him."
I went to the judge's house. He invited me to dinner.
"No, Judge," I said, "I just came to see you about Barney Rice."
"What about him?"
"He has heart disease and a nervous wife."
"Heart disease, has he?"
"Yes, he has it bad and he might die in your jail. I know you don't want that."
"No," replied the judge, "I do not."
He called the jailer and asked him to bring Rice to the phone. The judge said, "How is your heart, Barney?"
"Me heart's all right, all right," said Barney. "It's that damn ould judge that put me in jail for sixty days that's got something wrong wid his heart. I was just trailing around with Mother Jones."
"Nothing wrong with your heart, eh?"
"No, there ain't a damn thing wrong wid me heart! Who are you anyhow that's talking?"
"Never mind, I want to know what is the matter with your heart?"
