factor. If
you had an idea that I am the type of man to use as the butt for a
silly, asinine jest, I'll teach you to think differently. Mark that and
remember it!"

"Oh, come now!" Jimmy protested. "That's no way to look at things. It's
unbecoming of a man of your importance to cherish animosity for an
insignificant chap like I am. If we can't be friends, you might at least
be big enough to leave me alone."

The Judge snorted with contempt.

"How far are you going?" he finally growled, after a prolonged
inspection of the imperturbable Jimmy.

"Baltimore. Why? Like to get off where I do so you can keep with better
company than yourself? You can get off there if you wish. I don't own
the town."

This seemed the final straw to the camel's burden; for the Judge
suddenly popped up in his seat, called to the Pullman conductor who
happened to be standing at a little distance down the aisle, and when
the latter approached asked, "Isn't there any possible way of
exchanging my berth for another?"

"Yes, do help him out, Conductor," implored Jimmy with marked
solicitude. "He doesn't like me a bit."

The Pullman potentate stared at the two men incredulously, now that he
noted their physical similarity, and, accepting it as a banter,
remarked, "Can't see why twin brothers should disagree."

"I'll not brook any of your impudence," thundered the Judge in such
unmistakable anger that the conductor speedily became apologetic, and
consulted his book.

"Beg pardon, sir," he said; "a stateroom reservation ordered for
Harmonsville has been canceled. You are going through to Washington,
aren't you? Well, you can have that on payment of the extra fare."

"Let him have it. I'll pay the difference if he's at all short," Jimmy
urged, hopefully. "It's very kind of you, Conductor, because he's not
feeling at all well. What he needs is a long rest."

"What you need is a jail," growled the Judge, and ordered his luggage
removed to the vacant stateroom.

"See that the windows are closed, Conductor," said Jimmy. "He catches
cold so easily. Frightfully delicate and sensitive. Been that way since
he was but a dear little child. Do take care of him, won't you?"

But the Judge, purple with anger, stalked majestically away from his
tormentor without arriving at any adequate reply, and Jimmy was left
alone. In the gray, cold dawn of four o'clock the next morning, as Jim
followed the porter out, he paused behind just long enough to rap loudl