I knew he had got relatives in Kentucky.

I knew that all this trouble had been put in the paper with his name and mine, but this here name of Martha Jeffcourt at the bottom didn't seem to jibe with it.

Then I remembered that he had left a lot of letters in his trunk in the shanty, and I looked 'em over.
And I found that his name WAS Tom Jeffcourt, and that he'd been passin' under the name of Frisbee all this time." "Perfectly natural and a frequent occurrence," interposed the Colonel cheerfully.

"Only last year I met an old friend whom we'll call Stidger, of New Orleans, at the Union Club, 'Frisco.

'How are you, Stidger ?' I said; 'I haven't seen you since we used to meet--driving over the Shell Road in '53.' 'Excuse me, sir,' said he, 'my name is not Stidger, it's Brown.' I looked him in the eye, sir, and saw him quiver.