Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1900-07-08

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 a tree at an hour
when everybody was supposed 10 = in
Lel han | under stood that lie intended
to pay me a secret visit How he had
tracked me to my lair was of no conse-
quence. Why he should imagine that I
had brought along any great amount of
Doodle on my weeks outing / didn't
stop to 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 matter how it
was, however, Mr.. Jones-Jones had no
| sooner begun to climb that apple tree
than | made ready to receive him with
all due hospitality. There was no
club in the room, but the water pit
cher had been filled for the night and
made good weapon. Armed with
that took my stand on one side of the
window and waited. Jones-Jones was
not an impetuous man. He had all
uight in which to climb and creep, and
it was almost Is minutes before he
grasped my window sill with his
hands and drew his body into the
opening. l waited with patience until
he had reached a particular position
aid then brought the pitcher down
upon his head. The idea was to adj
minister an anesthetic, and it was
success. He pitched forward into the
room with long drawn sigh, and |
lighted the lamp and took from his
wrist the billy" which he had bought
i'll town with my money to use as a
cracker" in case his sleeping victim
woke up before being plundered 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 recovered
his senses that ventured to remark:
wen. Jones-Jones. why didn't you tell
me that you were coming, that / might
be on the lookout for you?'
Jones-Jones sat up He didn't recognize
me. lie himself had different look upon
his face. That dissipated but yet crafty
look had disappeared, and IN it's place
rr-oc MO-, Jorv
my wicked man in the flesh, but not in
the spirit. He got off the floor and felt
the bump on his head and sat down on a
chair. and II was long five minutes be-
fore he said:
Sir, my name is Brown Brown, and 1
don't exactly understand the situation.
Am in your room. or are you IN nine?''
Il believe It's my room. l replied, but
being as you arrived late and the land
lord is asleep you can stop until morn
ing"
Very kind of you, sir-extremeiy kind
AS to this bump on my head-is IL bump
or not? If it's bump. how did 1 re-
ceive it?'
You hit your head on the door in the
darkness, 1 believe"
'Ah. Just so. Very stupid Of me, but
it's only trife Now. then. Mr.. Ash
mere. as TO the business IN hand. II you
think you can advance me 500. am sure
! can make a go of it.
1t took me little while TO catch on,
but by and by / discovered that Jones'
Jones had been knocked out and Brown
Brown had taken his place. Jones-Jones
was a crook who warsed o reform;
Brown-Brown was poor but honest ma.
who wanted 70 go into the making Of
shirts. He knew nothing whatsoever of
Jones-Jones- He picked up the CONVEX
! sation as If he had been talking about the
| business whep the accident happened
/ He called me by ansther name than my
own. and it was ulkin to me that he was
| also another man sounded him about
/ crime and State prison, but he solemnIy
assured me that ne had never been ar
rested. He was Brown~Brown as far as
/. his rsame went but as for bis past history
| he was rather hazy on the subject
| / had turned Jones-Jores. the crook.
hack into Brown Brown, the honsst man