Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1893-04-03
The Wrong Man.

Just ahead Of me, in a smoking ca
as we pulled out of Chicago, sat
young man about twenty six years o
age, with brown curly hair, shoulder
slightly stopped, wearing light over
coat and dark felt hat.
was young man about twenty
six years old, with brown curly hair
shoulders slightly stopped, wearing q
light overcoat and dark felt hat.
1 noted with some interest those
several points of coincidence, and
finally, in order to get square look
at the strangers face [ passed him in
going for drink of water. A twin
brother could not have resembled me
more closely in feature and express
sion. The likeness was wonderful
He looked up suddenly and my own
establishment was reflected in his face
"My double" he exclaimed, pleas
antly, "even to the hat and coat. You
almost frighten me. 1 am John Lloyd
Evans,of Boston,"
And IL as we shook hands, Fam
Parker M. Leonard Of Chicago"
$50, ''he laughed, ''if only our names
got mixed there would be a tangle,
eh?'
He handed me his card, and this,
after glancing at it, put in my peck
ct The name was printed in old
English type on thick bevel and gilt
edged white cardboard.
We soon became quite confidential
He told me that he was a stock broker
and man of leisure.
L told him that was senior book
keeper for big Chicago packing firm,
that had fallen in love three years
before with an Ohio young lady and
was to marry her next day.
cts pleasant to hear you talk
about it," he said thoughtfully; ~
wish you all happiness.
He was silent for q few seconds,
busy with his own thoughts. Then
he asked abruptly:
''Don't you stay over in Cincinnati
until morning?'
eyes, leaving at 9 and reaching
there at 11.'
81 never liked Cincinnati" he re-
Joined, "but your dreams there to-
night will be pleasant enough
eyes," [ said, ''but don't you go
on to Cincinnati with me?''
''No; my ticket is for Cincinnati,
but [ won't go that far, Leonard or
Mr.. Leonard-will you honor a fancy
of mine?''
SIN reason" I assented readily.
<'What is it?'
Register to- night under my name
Call yOuSelf John Lloyd Evans of Bos-
ton, and let me register as Parker M.
Leonardo
thought he must be joking but his
face was quite serious. 1t seemed a
silly request, but after some little hest
tation | consented.
Five minutes later l left him to re-
turn to the rear car in which I had
left my valise.
NO" he had replied to my invita-
ton, Il won't go back now. must
enjoy another cigar or two here.
AAO"O NOiJ VIII DEC you again pres
emily"
He didn't, though. Just before the
train reached Cincinnati I went for
ward to look for him, but my double |
had disappeared.
In Cincinnati I registered according
to promise as John Lloyd Evans, Bos-
ton.
For an hour or two I lounged about |
the hotel, meeting no one with whom
] was acquainted, and was finally upon
the point of going to my room when |
I noticed a shabbily dressed man at |
the clerks desk staring at me.
Just then another man joined the
one at the counter and both stared at |
me. After moments conversation /
about me, l thought = they APP
preached me together.
|'Good evening"" said one of them.
& What is your name, sir?"
Leonard" I answered, thought
IessIy and rather CURLY.
The shabby man laughed bolster
ously, nudging his companion.
That's good" he said; "that's
clever. But isn't your name John
Lloyd Evans. We want you bad"
Before could protest was hand