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A TRICK OF 'IMAGINATION
By H. M. Egbert
Cass Horace Cass sat in his cell
under the watchful eye of his guard.
James Cass the Honorable James
Cass, governor of the state and su
preme executives-descended from an
auto at the gate of the penitentiary.
The word ran through the prison.
The governor had come to see Simp
son the name under .which Cass,
the prisoner, was known. Cass had
dropped his surname for many a
yfiar. Nobody knew that he and the
governor were twin brothers ex
cept Cass and Cass, Horace and
The governor, attended by the
warden, walked through the prison
toward the line of condemned cells,
in one of which Simpson lay, await
ing execution. There were no other
occupants of this part of the prison.
Simpson, alias Horace Cass, had had
news of the governor's coming. The
governor walked muffled to the nose
under the pretense of cold; in reality
he was anxious that his likeness to
the condemned man should not be
The guard unlocked the cell door
and waited in the entrance, "you
may go," said the governor to him.
The guard went, leaving the two
"Well, Horace," said the governor.
"You asked to see me. Of course
I am not going to let you die, but you
need not have sent me threats. I
meant to set you free in a year'atime
and the commutation is now in the
Horace Simpson alias Cass
laughed bitterly. "That's a nice,
brotherly sentiment, to expect me to
stay in this hole for a year," he said.
"What do you expect? You killed
"Who wanted me to do so?"
The governor smiled cynically and
fiat down on his brother's cot
"You see, Horace, you have never
understood the real status of a part
nership," he said. "I have always
been a good brother to you. I have
never failed to send you help when
you needed it It was highly neces
sary that Albin, who knew my past,
should be out of the way. You volun
teered to remove him. It meant a
year in prison and $5,000 afterward
with which to make a clean start
But you weren't satisfied."
"You have had all the pie in life, N
': 1 1ll
James," answered the other sullenly.
"I have had the bones."
"Yes, Horace. But our constitu
tions and temperament were differ
ent Nature, which brought us into
the world at the same time, was
prodigal with me and niggardly with
you. I was the Dr. Jekyll and you
were the Hyde of the partnership.
But I imagine the allusion escapes
you. Yeu were never much of a