The citizen. (Frederick City, Md.) 1895-1923, 1900-09-28
might be on the lookout for your"

might be on the lookout for you?"
Jones-Jones sat up. He didn't recog-
niZe me. He himself had q different
look on his face. That disspated but
yet crafty look had disappeared, and in
its place was wonderment if not hon
esty. 1t was my wicked man in the
flesh, but not in the spirit He got off
the floor and felt of the bump on his
head and sat down ON a chair and it
was long five minutes before he said:
Sir, my name is Brown-Brown, and
l don't exactly understand the situa-
ton. Am | in your room. or are you
in mine?"
Il believe it's my room" replied,
but being as you arrived late and the
landlord is asleep you can stop unit
morning"
Very kind of you, sir-extremel!
kind AS to this bump on my head
Is il a bump or not? If it's bump,
how did ! receive it?"
You hit your head on the door in
the darkness. | believe"
"Ah. just so. Very stupid of me-.
but it's only trifle. Now, then, Mr.
Ashmere, as TO the business in hand.
If you think you can advance me $500
| am sure | can make a go Of it,
1t took me little while To catch Oh,
but by and by discovered that Jones.
Jones had been knocked out and
BroWn-Brown had taken his place.
Iones-Joncs was Il crook who wanted
10 reform; Brown-Brown was a poor
but honest man who wanted to go into
the making of shirts He knew moth
ing whatever of Jones-Jones. He pick
cd mp the conversation as If he had
been talking about the business when
the accident happened He called me
by another name than my own, and
it was plain to me that he was also
another man, | sounded him about
crime and state prison, but he solemnly
assured me that he had never been ar
rested He was Brown Brown as far
as his name went, but as for his past
history he was rather hazy ON the sub
ject.
! had turned Jones-JOnes. the crook.
back into Brown Brown. the honest
man by knock on the head 1t was
rapid transit reformation. and looked
upon the problem as solved Having
been willing 10 assist a crook. | could
not refuse IN honest man. When my
week was up. we went back to town
together, and | gave Brown Brown
money enough TO set up in shirtmak-
ing. He had on the clothes | had
bought Jones-Jones. He had the hair,
the eyes, the mouth and the build of
the crook. but there had been change
of souls. As far as the present went
he was bright and talkativc. but when
asked Of the past he looked puzzled
and could not figure it out. The doc
tors agreed with me that it was the
whack on the head that had made
Brown-Brown of Jones-Jones and that
the police ought to be given fun power
to 90 around breaking water pitchers
over crooks craniums; but. alas, that
was a twist of the business we hadn't
the foresight to discover and prepare
for
My man prospered wonderfully well
People said he was a little eccentric.
but he WAS honest and hard worker
In one year he had paid me back half
my money and built up a good bust
ness. one day a detective entered the
store to make a purchase He had
known IoneS-Jones as crook He
knew that ,Iones-JoneS had a crooked
finger on his right hand and a mole
on his left cheek. When he discovered
that BrOWnBrown had these same
Identification marks. he began to look
at him more closely. and by and by
he made up his mind that the old
crook stood before him. He was so
sure of it that he set out to make an
arrest. Brown Brown was an honest
man. but in his surprise he started to
make bolt of il. As he ran out of his
shop and down the street, pursued by
the detective, he encountered a police
man who tapped him on the head with
his club. BroWnBroWn went down
like log and was carted off to the
station. | was present when his senses
returned. and you can imagine my feet
ings when he sat up and said:
Wei, you've got me at last, but |
gave you run for it. You fellers amt
half sharp"
You are Jones-Jones, the crook
said the sergeant.
of course / am, and the slickest
crook in the country. Is it that bank
business you want me for this time?"
Mir. Brown Brown | began as |
stepped forward. but the crook stopped
me with:
''Who in blank is Brown-BrownP
Then | realized how it was. | had
smashed Iones-IOnes, the crook. over
the head with a water pitcher ana
changed him into Brown Brown, the
honest shirt constructor The police
man had smashed Brown Brown with
his club and changed him back into
Jones-Jones the crook. The taps on
the head had done the business. My
tap was all right and had founded a
new theory upon it and invested SOC
in cash But | hadn't foreseen that
second tap might come any day, as
come it did, and MY theory had been
knocked into a cooked hat, and was
s2JG out
Clean Sand For Ducks.
To show tie pa"iance Of parity in
food an experience of 4 j Falloch is
worth quoting: At one time a lot Of
ducks were sick and Off their feed.