"Hell, me heart's all right, I'm telling you."
The judge turned to me and said, "Do you hear his language?"
I told him I did not hear and he repeated to me Barney's answers. "He swears every other word," said the judge.
"Judge," said I, "that is the way we ignorant working people pray."
"Do you pray that way?"
"Yes, judge, when I want an answer quick."
"But Barney says there is nothing the matter with his heart."
"Judge, that fellow doesn't know the difference between his heart and his liver. I have been out to meetings with him and walking home down the roads or on the railroad tracks, he has had to sit down to get his breath."
The judge called the jail doctor and told him to go and examine Barney's heart in the morning. Meantime I asked my friend, Mr. Murphy, to see the jail doctor. Well, the next day Barney was let out of jail.
