Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1900-11-02

HE BlICHED FOkWAED lNTO hi kOOM. .
man or burning an orphan asylum.
He had come to me as man who had
at last seen the error of his ways and
sighed to take another track and be
counted with the good and respecta-
Bile. He had given me the name of ii.
Jones-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 man of about 10, with all the
evidences of his career in his face, but
didn't look for babylike 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
limp, l agreed to take him in hand. He
had whiskers with which the police
We're acquainted, and | sent him to a
barber shop. He had clothes which
gave him away as dead game sport,
and l bought him modest suit Of
blue. Then l gave him money for a
weeks vacation from crime, and when
the vacation was over we We're 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, as
sat by my open window at midnight to
finish the last of my cigar and wonder
if my Jones-Jones had kept straight
during the last 4S hours. l suddenly
caught sight of him on the ground be-
low. It was a farmhouse hotel at
which was stopping. / had a corner
room, and at that corner Of the house
stood large apple tree. had OBJ
served that 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 at an hour
when everybody was supposed to be in
bed than | understood that he intend
ed to pay me secret visit. How he
consequence. Why he should imagine
that l had brought along any great
amount of Doodle on my weeks outing
/ didn't stop to figure. Indeed l 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 1t was, however, Mr.. Jones'
Jones had no sooner begun to climb
that apple tree than I made ready to
receive him with all due hospitality
There was no club in the room, but
the water pitcher had been filled for
the night and made q good weapon
Armed with that l took my stand on
one side Of the window and waited
Jones-Jones was not an impetuous
man. He had all night in which tc
climb and creep, and 1t was at least IL
minutes before he grasped my window
sill with his hands and drew his body
lnto the opening. l waited With pa
thence until he had reached particu
lar position and then brought the
pitcher down upon his head. The ides
was to administer an annsthetic, and
1t was success. He pitched forward
into the room with Il long drawn sigh
and | lighted the lamp and took from
his wrist the billy" which he had
bought in town with my money to use
as a cracker in case his sleeping
victim woke up before being plumber
ed, Then forced brandy between his
teeth, bathcd 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-J ones, why didn't yor
tel me that you were coming, that
might be on the lookout for you?"
Jones-Jones sat up. He didn't recog