Morris tribune. [volume] (Morris, Minn.) 1880-2000, 1901-01-05


into the room with a long drawn sigh
and lighted the lamp and took from
his wrist the chilly" which he had
bought in town with my money to use
as cracker" in case his sleeping
victim woke up before being plumber.
ed. Then l forced brandy between his
teeth, bathed his face with water, and
in the course of quarter of an hour
my midnight visitor had so far recoy-
cred his senses that | ventured to re-
mark:
I "Well, Jones-Jones, why didn't you
/ tell me that you were coming, that I
might be on the lookout for your"
Jones-Jones sat up. He didn't recog-
nize me- He himself had different
look on his face. That dissipated 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
don't exactly understand the situa-
ton. Am in your room, or are you
In mineg'
81 believe it's my ROOM" I replied,
"but being as you arrived late and the
landlord is asleep you can stop until
morning."
every kind of you, sir-extremely
kind. AS to this bump on my head
is it bump or not? If it's bump,
how did I receive it?'
'You hit your head on the door in
the darkness, believe"
"Ah! Just so. Very stupid Of me,
but it's only a trife. Now, then, Mr..
Ashmere, as to the business in hand.
If you think you can advance me $500,
| am sure can make 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 crook who wanted
to reform; Brown-Brown was poor
but honest man who wanted to go into
the making Of shirts. He knew moth
ing whatever Of Jones-Jones. He pick
ed up 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. I 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 3rown-Brown, the honest
man. by Knock on the head. 1t was
rapid transit reformation, and looked
upon the problem as solved. Having
been willing to assist crook, l could
not refuse an honest man. When my
week was up, we went back to town
together. and gave Brown-Rrown
money enough to set up in shirtmak-
ing. He had on the clothes I had
bought Jones-J 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 talkatiye, but when
and could not figure it out. The doc
tors agreed with me that it was the
whack on the head that had made
Of Jones-Jones and that
the police ought to be given full power
to go 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 we'll,
People said he was little eccentric,
but he was honest and hard worker.
In one year he had paid me back half
my money and built up good BUSH
ness. One day detective entered the
store to make a purchase. He had
Known Jones-Jones as a crook. He
Knew that Jones-Jones had crooked
niger on his right hand and a mole
IN his left cheek. When he discovered
hat Brown-Brown had these same
Identification marks, he began to look.
1t him more closely, and by and by
lie made up his mind that the old
.rook stood before him. He was so
'ure of it that he set out to make an
Lrrest. Brown-Brown was an honest
nan, but in his surprise he started to
make a bolt Of it. AS he ran out of his
hop and down the street, pursued by
he detective, he encountered police
nan who tapped him on the head with
lis club. Brown-Brown went down
ike log and was carried off to the
tation. | was present when his senses
eturned, and you can imagine my feel
ngs when he sat up and said:
'.'Well, you've got me at last, but
ave you a run for it. You fellers amt
lalf sharp
''You are Jones-Jones, the crook"
aid the sergeant.
'Of course am, and the slickest
rock in the country. Is it that bank
BUSINESS you want me for this timer
s'Mr. Brown-Brown"- / began as
topped forward, but the crooksstopped
ne with:
'Who in blank is Brown-Brownf'
Then / realiZed how il was haH