The Forrest City times., 1890-03-01
I insisted that Inc was mistaken and


 that he had attended somebody else's funeral, but 1t was of no use. He said that he knew his own brother, and was perfectly satisfied that there wasn't any mistake about the funeral. When got a little excited he walked off, and suggested something about tho police. l calmed down and told him things about myself. Then he said that 1 must have known George and heard him talk.
 "What your object is in trying to make out that you are George" he said, lis more than can understand. If he were heir to a fortune there might be some sense in it, but there isn't cent coming to him."
 still insisted that l was George, and told him that mother would recog- nize me, as there was no deceiving a mothers instinct So we went to the house. 1 told mother that I was her son George, but she wouldn't believe it, and began to cry, and said that it wcs very wicked thing for me to try and make her believe that l was her dead son. Sue cried, too, and told me emphatically that was not her brother. In despair 1 went away, almost convinced that was not George Washington Brown.
 The next day called on William at his place of business, and after assur- ing him that l believed firmly that l was his brother, asked him to tell me e., ,l,n l,, xrt,Nc, fn he had attended, and who had the tombstone. William said that he didn't mind, seeing that I was SO in earnest. He didn't like much telling family affairs to an entire stranger. but that as 1 appeared to know something about George he would give me the story.
 William then said that his brother George had left home for the West three years before, and about month after that the family had received n letter from him. That was the last they heard from him.
 "We finally came to the conclusion that something had happened" he con tiuued, .'and mother took on awful. She was always very fond of George. We'll, something over two months ago l read in newspaper that man who had registered in Bowery hotel as George Washington Brown had died in his bed. The paper gave descrip- ton of him, and was sure that it was my brother George. 1 went to the hotel and recognized him at once.
 "A woman came in while I was there. She said that she knew him, too. and that he had boarded at her house in West Fifty-socond street. She said that hc was box-maker, and had often told her that his mother and brother lived in New York.
 ''ln order to convince myself that the man was my brother," William went on. .I To ked on his left leg to sec if there was a 1T angular red scar there, because George had such a scar. There 1t was without any mistake. George had mole on the back of his neck and SO cid the dead man. This settled the thing, so l had the body sent to the house, from where it was buried. There was found i'll my brothers valise nearly Sa5o. The funeral cost sl7S and I gave mother the other ~92.
 Then William bade me good day and l have not seen him sin c.
 That is the whole story. l couldn { convince William that l was George. and my own faith as to whether l really was George was considerably shaken. Affairs haven't changed any since my interview with William.
 There k no doubt that George Wash ington Brown. boxmaker, is dead and buried. and that he lookei like me, and had scar on his leg and a mole on his neck. In fact. he possessed all the qualifications cntitling him to burial by my family. or possibly his family, as the case may be. It is use less for mo to attempt to make William and mother and Sue believe that their brother and son George, isn't dead and buried in Grcepwood. If | should try it any more I'm convinced they would have me arrested as ar impostor, If they did, and should ho placed on the stand, could only testify as to my identity by information and belief.
 On the other hand, if I am not George Washington Brown, who am :? One thing is positive, am not buried in Greenwood Cemetrey, although on reflection 1t isn't so certain after all, for maybe l am buried there and the narrator of this story is some one else.