Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1886-07-22
AZ mucH ALIKE As TWINS.

other has been the cause OF a good
deal of mutual amusement and dis
gust. The strange similarity in their
features has created an infinite amount
Of discussion among their friends.
One Of the persons il Police Dstec-
tive John Pointer. The ether person
is the Rev. John Foley. pastor of ST.
Martins Roman Catholic Church. No
two men ever looked more alike, un-
less they were twins. The similarity
between them extends behind the
countenance. They have the same
disposition, talk alike, walk alike, and
have many traits Of character and
many habits in common. Both are
fluent in conversation, have soft, melo-
dious voices, and wear shoes OF the
same size. They are very nearly the
same height. Both have John for
their front name.
They each realize the unusual pre-
dicament in which they are placed,
aud eudeavor, in every way possible,
TO avoid creating cases Of mistaken
identity: but that doesi not prevent
them IRON getting woefully mixed up
every day CT two.
Not long ago Father Foley was
walking along the street after dark
when he felt hand heavily clapped
on his shoulder. He wheeled around.
Before him stood stranger fashion
ably dressed.
'HalIoo Jack, exlaimed the strang-
er, you son of gun, you, when are
you going to get my watch for me
Father Foley gazed at him in pro-
found astonishment. My friend, said
he, in his bland and unguent voice, i
haven't got your watch; You are mis-
taken in your man.
Why exclaimed the stranger,
greatly taken aback. 'ain't you Jack
Pointer, the detective ?
No, sir replied the priest, i am
Father Foley, and am pastor Of st.
Martins Roman Catholic Church.
The stranger gazed at Father Foley
a moment in dumb surprise, then bow
ed, turned on his heel, whistled and
walked rapidly away.
One day Detective Pointer was
sauntering up West Fayette street,
near Fremont, when an old man rush
Ell up and warmly grabbed his hand.
Ali your Reverence, God bless
you, he exclaimed. Me old womans
layin' near death door, and you must
come right up and pray over her.
And, so saying. the old man would
fam have dragged the detective away
to say his prayers over the dying wo-
man had not he vigorously kicked and
explained, with great precision and
emphasis, that he was a detectivs and
not a priest.
What. and are you not really Father
Foley asked the old man in an in
credulous voice.
No. my name is John Pointer. was
the reply.
Then may the devil make me eat
grass if you amt his walking ghost,
responded the old man as he turned to
go after the real Father Foley.
On another occasion a man walked
up and shook the detectives hand.
How are you, John !! he exclaimed,
i am glad to see You. l met Father
- Yesterday. He spoke only good
words about You
Aha he did. did he q? Glad to hear |
it, said the detective. parting his
mouth in grin and preparing for
more good news TO follow.
Yes, he said he was going to get |
yon to preach for him next Sunday.
The devil he did said Pointer, his
grin fading away as he saw !; was the
same old case Of mistaken identity.
You tell Father - that l can't oc.
cuPy his pulpit next Sunday. I've got
TO 80 over to Philadelphia and bring
back Baltimore thief that has been
gobbied up there
Why, this is kind o ont OF your
line, amt III said the man, profound
establishment depicted on his counte-
nance.
oh no. said the detective in
careless, otf-hand sort of voice that
fairly lifted the hair off the other man S
head.
Isn't this Father Foley p he asked,
the light suddenly breaking in on
him.
No; this is John Pointer, detec-
tive, was the answer, in deep
solemn, sub-cellar voice.
The other man made his excuses
and got away as fast as possible. !
Rarantly thar, xras q po.h.l. c,;-