The Press., 1893-03-02
MISTAKEN IDENTITY.

Just ahead of me in smoking car on the Cincinnati Southern sat young man about twenty six years of age, with brown, surly hair, shoulders slightly stopped, wearing light overcoat and dark felt hat
 was & young man about twentysix years old, with brown, curly hair, shoul- ders, slightly stopped, wearing a light overcoat and dark felt hat
 I noted with some interest these sev- eral 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 expression. The likeness was wonderful.
 He looked up suddenly, and my own astonishment was more than reflected in I his face.
 My double," he explained, pleasantly, | "even to the hat and coat. You almost | frightened me. am John Lloyd Evans, of Boston,
 s'And l." as we shook hands, 'am Parker M. Leonard, of New Orleans"
 ESQ.," he laughed, eff only our names got mixed, there would be tangle, eh ?"
 He had handed me his card, and this, after glancing at it, put in my pocket, The name was printed in old English type on thick bevel and gilt-edged white card board. We soon became quite confidential. He told me that he was stock broker and man of leisure I told him that was senior book-keeper for a New Orleans cotton firm, that had fallen in love three years before with an Ohio young lady, and was to marry her next day.
 Its pleasant to hear you talk about it,'' he said, thoughtfully; II wish you all happiness"
 He was silent for few seconds, busy with his thoughts. Then he asked, ab- ruptly:
 "Don't you stay over in Cincinnati un- til morning p
 Yes, leaving at nine and reaching there at eleven"
 "I never liked Cincinnati, he rejoined "but your dreams there tonight will be pleasant enough"
 "Yes," said; "but don't you go on tc :. Cincinnati with me?'
 No; my ticket is for Cincinnati, but won't go that far. Leonard-or MT : Leonard-will you humor a fancy o s mine?''
 "In reason" assented, readily. "Wha : is it?'
 Register tonight under my name Call yourself John Lloyd Evans, of Bos ton, and let me register as Parker M Leonard"
 I thought he must be joking, but his face was quite serious. It seemed sill. request, but, after some little hesitation I consented. Five minutes later I lef him to return to the rear car in which had left my valise and other parcels.
 "No," he had replied to my invitation II won't go back now. must enjoy an other cigar or two here. However, vii see you again presently"
 | He didn't, though. Just before tn train reached Cincinnati I went forwar' to look for him, but my double had disap peared.
 In Cincinnati registered according t promise as John Lloyd Evans, of Boston For an hour or two lounged about tn hotel, meeting no one with whom wa acquainted, and was finally upon the poin of going to my room and to sleep when noticed two shabbily dressed men at til ! ! IL Q cnonn61 conversation-about me, thought approached inc together.
 "Good evening"" said one of them "What is your name, sir?" Leonard" answered, thoughtlessl and rather curtly.
 The shabby man laughed boisterousl! nudging his companion. ''That's good," he said; 'that's clever But isn't your name Johu Lloyd Evans \ II am registered by that name," I ha ! to admit.
 Il Solve want you, Mir. John Loy ? Evans. We want you bad.'' -- Before I could protest was handcui
 ed. They started off with me, one C , each side.
 ] Come, come," said the shabby maj You're too old a bird to be taking ( , like this. Come along quiet" I pleaded and threatened, but to no pu : pose. A crowd of street arabs were fo = lowing at our heels, and people passir
 by stopped to look and smile.
 II have been fool," protested, fra
 tically, "but no more than that"
 ''It was rather lame in you," said n shabby captor, ''but the smartest of v 1 slip once or twice in lifetime" n was finally allowed to order doub q carriage, so that all three of us mig ride to the central police station, in th
 manner avoiding the publicity of bei1
 dragged along the sidewalk. At the st
 tion I was searched. It can readily understood that on wedding trip hi
 carried no business letters or other pape . of Identification. The only name in II
 had given me. In this card my two ca
 tors and the several other detectives pro
 ent appeared particularly interested.
 quaintance. aGet the telegram and ie
 see" .-.
 The telegram was from the chief
 police of Philadelphia
 Arrest Link Murphy, alias Sto
 Meadows, confidence man, forger, sa
 expert, and murderer. One thousand d,
 lars reward. He is twenty-eight yea
 old, brown, curly hair, and stoops sligl
 ly. He was in Chattanooga three da
 ago, but believed to have left there f