The Morris County chronicle. [volume] (Morristown, N.J.) 1877-1915, 1903-08-28

BE PITCHED FORWARD INTO THE ROOM
man or burning an orphan asylum
He had come to me as a 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-
bic. 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 a5, with ell the
evidences Of his career In his face, but
| didn't look for babyiike innocence In
his eyes. When he threw himself
upon my mercy. as 1t we're when he
made 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 a
limp. | agreed to take him IN hand. He
had whiskers with which the police
were acquainted. and / sent him TO a
barber shop. He had clothes which
gave him away as a dead game sport,
and I bought him modest suit Of
blue. Then I 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 OF 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
II my Jones-Jones had kept straight
during the last 48 hours, suddenly
caught sight of him on the ground be-
low. 1t was a farmhouse hotel at
which was stopping. had 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 couh 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 am hour
when everybody was supposed to be I'm
bed than l understood that he intend
ed to pay me a secret visit How he
had tracked me to my lair was OF no
consequence. Why be should imagine
that / had brought along any great
amount Of Doodle on my weeks outing
didn't stop to figure. Indeed | am
not sure that be had tracked me. In
looking for country board he might
have stumbled upon the place. He
might have thought the open window
belonged 10 another boarder. No mat
ter how 1t was, however. Mr. Jones
Jones had no sooner begun to climb
that apple tree than l made ready to
receive him with all due hospitality.
There was no club in the room. but
the water pitcher had been filed 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 night In which to
climb and creep, and 1t was at least rs
minutes before he grasped my window
sill with his hands and drew his body
into the opening. waited with pa
thence until he had reached a particu-
lar position and then brought the
pitcher down upon bis head. The idea
was 10 damtufSteT Ill HlRkStIfclCs anu
It was a 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 In town with my money to use
as cracker In case his sleeping
victim woke up before being plumber
ed. Then forced brandy between his
teeth, bathed his face with water. and
in the course of quarter Of an hour
my midnight visitor had 50 far reoov-
cred his senses that ventuPed to re-
mark
We'll jones' Jones, why DIDN'T you
tell me that you were coming, that
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. It was my wicked man in the
flesh, but not In the spirit He got of
the floor and felt Of the bump on his
head and sat down on a chair. and II
was a long five minutes before be said
"Sir, my name Is Brown Brown. and
l don't exactly understand the sltua
ton. Am 1 IN your room, or are you
Id mine7'