The Barre daily times. (Barre, Vt.) 1897-1959, 1914-09-12
THE MAN UP
A TREE
: By M. QUAD
Copyright by Associated Literary
Press

tree. In burst of confidence be had
confessed to me that he had been a
swlndler, a gambler. a confidence man
to me as a man who had at least seen
the error Of his ways and sighed to
take another track and be counted
with the good and respectable. He
had given me the name of III. Jones'
Jones. When he threw himself upon
my mercy as it were-when he made
clean breast of his wicked career
and added that IL any one would aid
him he would turn into honest paths
and travel on without limp agreed
to take him in hand. / gave him mon
ey for weeks vacation from crime
and when the vacation was over was
to see what further could be done. /
took my week Off at the same time
and brought up amid the fresh butter
milk and dew kissed goldenrod of the
country.
On the second night OF my stay, as
I sat by my open window at midnight
to finish the last of my cigar and won
der IL my Jones-Jones had kept
straight during the last forty-eight
hours. l suddenly caught sight of him
on the ground below. 1t was farm
house hotel at which / was stopping.
I had a corner room. and at that cor
ner Of the house stood a large apple
tree. / had observed that big limb
branched out so close TO my window
that / could have descended by 1t.
What you can descend by you can also
ascend by. I 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 | under
stood that he intended to pay me
secret visit 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
pitcher had been filled for the night
and made a good weapon.
/ waited with patience until he had
reached particular position and then
brought the pitcher down upon his
head. The idea was TO administer an
anaesthetlc. and ii was success. He
pitched forward into the room with
long drawn sigh. Then / forced BRAN
DIV between his teeth and 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:
well. Jones-Jones. why didn't you
tell me that you were coming. that
might be on the lookout for you!"
"Sir. my name is Brown-Brown. and
I don't exactly understand the situa-
ton. Am in your room, or are you
in miner
II believe it's my room" replied.
"Now. then, Mr.. Ashmere. as TO the
business In hand" said Brown-Brown
to me- "If you think you can advance
me $500 am sure can make go
of It,"
1t took me a little while TO catch on,
but by and by I discovered that Jones
Jones had been knocked out and
Brown-Brown had taken his place.
Jones-Jones was crook who wanted
to reform. Brown was poor but hon
est man who wanted TO go into the
making of shirts.
/ had turned Jones-Iones the crook
back into Brown Brown the honest
man by knock on the head When
my week was up we went back to
town together and | gave Brown
Brown money enough 10 set up in shirt
making.
Ny man prospered wonderfully well
People said be was little eccentric,
but he was honest and a hard worker.
In one year he had paid me back half
my money and built up q good bust
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 a crooked
finger on his right hand and a mole
on his left cheek When he discovered
that Brown Brown bad these same
identification marks he began to look
at him more closely. and by and by
be made up his mind that the old crook
stood before him. He was 80 sure OF
Il that he set out to make an arrest.
Brown Brown was an honest man. but
In his surprise he started TO make a
bolt OF 1t. As he ran out Of his shop
and down the street pursued by the de.
tective he encountered a policeman,
who tapped him on the head with his
club. Brown Brown went down like
log and was carted off to the station.
was present when his senses return.
ed. and you can imagine my feelings
when he sat up and said:
well. 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 1t that bank
business you want me for this timer"
''Afr. Brown Brown began as I
,tepped forward, but the crook stopped
me with:
"who In blank is Brown Brown"
Then realized how It was | had
smashed Jones-Jones the crook over
the head with a water pitcher and
changed him into Brown. Brown the
honest shirt constructor. The police
man had smashed Rrown-Brown with
his club and changed him back into
a.