The citizen. (Frederick City, Md.) 1895-1923, 1900-09-28


man or burning an orphan asylum
E He had come to me as man who had
vi last seen the error of his ways and
sighed to take another track and be
counted with the good and respecta-
l ~ He had given me the name of H.
J6hes-Jones. 1t struck me that there
was an extra amount of Jones about
him. but the name is an honest one,
and | didn't find fault about it. He
was a man of about -. with all the
evidences of his career in his face but
didn't look for babylile innocence in
his eyes. When he threw himself
upon my mercy, as it were-when he
made a clean breast of his wicked ca
reer and added that if any one would
point out the path of honesty he would
turn into it and travel on without
limp, agreed to take him in hand. He
had whiskers with which the police
were acquainted. and | sent him to
barber shop He had clothes which
gave him away as a dead game sport,
and | bought him a modest suit of
blue. Then | gave him money for a
weeks vacation from crime, and when
the vacation was over we were to see
what further could be done. took my
week off at the same time and brought
up amid the fresh buttermilk and dew
kissed goldenrod of the country.
On the second night of my stay, az |
sat by my open window at midnight to
finish the last of my cigar and wonder
if my Joncs-Jones had kept straight
during the last 4S hours. suddenly
caught sight of him on the ground be-
low. 1t was n farmhouse hotel at
which | was stopping had a corner
room. and at that corner of the house
stood large apple tree. had oh.
served that a big limb branched out so
close to my window that | could have
descended by IT, What you can de-
scend by you can also ascend by |
had no sooner caught sight of Jones'
Jones at the foot of the tree ut an hour
when everybody was supposed to be in
bed than understood that he intend
ed to pay me a secret visit. How he
had tracked me to my lair was Of no
consequence. Why he should imagine
that | had brought along any great
amount Of Doodle on my weeks outing
! didn't stop 70 figure Indeed ! am
not sure that he had tracked me In
looking for country board he might
have stumbled upon the place He
might have thought the open window
belonged TO another boarder No mat
ter how it was however. Mr. Jones'
Jones had no sooner begun to climb
that apple tree than ! made ready to
receive him with MI due hospitality
There was no club in the room, hut
the water pitcher had been filed for
the night and made a good weapon
Armed with that took my stand on
one side of the window and waited.
Jones-Joncs was not an impotuoua
man He had all night in which to
climb and creep. and it was at least ID
minutes before be grasped my window
sill with his hands and drew his body
into the opening waited with pa
tience until he had reached y narticn.
lar position and then brought the
pitcher down upon bis head The idea
Mas to administer an ar9sts-stic, and
It was a success. He pitched forward
into the room with long drawn sigh,
and lighted the lamp and took from
HE wrist the billy which he had
bought in town with my money to use
as cracker, in case his sleeping
jctlm woke up before being plumber
ed. Then forced brandy between his
teeth, bathed his face with water, and
in the course of a quarter of an hour
my midnight visitor had so far recov-
cred his senses that | ventured to re-
mark:
We'll, Jones-Jones, why didn't you
tell me that YOU were coming, that