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HE FOUND, THE MAN.

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The Clarion Call. Only a dislike to own
mysolf beaten and the occasional fascina-
tion which compensated for the more frs-
guept discomfort kept me in the office:
But all this was before the day I was sens9
to interview tns wife and daughter OF ths
man who had just disturbed society By
disappearing from it.
Mr.. Grey, 80 10 had been learned from
the notices concerning his disappearance,
had one evening after dinner gone out for
stroll around the block. He had never
come back. His family was Of COURSE.
prostrated after the manner Of families on
such sad occasions. After giving him
time to come back, sending to his clubs,
bis Office and the houses Of his friends his
wife had finally told his lawyers, and sys-
tematio search was begun. The family
had retired from public life and denied,
themselves to every one, consequently
my chances for an interview with Mira
Grey did not see hopeful, but the city ed
itor's air Of granting me the opportunity
! had been longing for made me loath to
admit my fears.
took the train for the Greys' they
lived little way out Of town-and pre-
pared myself to meet the servants scorn
and the other attendant evils Of such an
assignment. The coach was an ordinary
one, and there were several laboring men
In It, evidently travelling to some suburb
where they we're to work upon the roads,
for they carried piokaxes and shovels.
There sat opposite me and slightly for
ward q peculiar type Of man to whom
found my gaze wandering every few min
utes. His iron gray hair was thick spd
very unevenly cut. His face was covered
with stubbly growth of gray beard. BE
looked unwashed, unkempt and generally
unpleasant. His blue overalls were stain
cd with red clay and his red flannel shirt
opened at the front In a way that revealed
anything but beautiful neck, burned
and blistered. But the mans twitching
Lips and convulsive movements Of the jaws
attracted my attention, and his deep ~,
steely blue eyes that burned in cavernous
sockets fascinated me. He did not talk TO
the other men, but sat with his head sunk
upon his breast, only occasionally raising
IL to cast . look about him. BE, with the
other laborers, left the train at Forestvilles
where the Greys lived, and I soon saw
them, under the direction Of q foreman,
assigned to make various road repairs.
OF course Mrs Grey would not see me-
I sat In the library while the servant took
my card to her, for there were other callers
In the drawing room. Over the mantel
hung q picture, presumably Mrs. Grey,
done In oil. She was as beautiful as q
cameo and as hard. Opposite her was the
portrait of q clean shayen man, with line
iron gray hair brushed off his forehead-a
more plebeian cast Of countenance, but
strong and interesting. The face seemed
! familiar. stared at 1T until the servant
returned. Is
"Mrs. Grey is sorry, miss, but che can
zee no one, and has nothing to say for
publication.
every WE'LL" said I. Then I rose to golj
$50 that Mr.. Greyr I asked, nodding
toward the picture.
"Yes, miss" was the reply, and sud-
denly it flashed upon me where had sean
those deep set, curiously shaped, keen blue
eyes. My heart leaped almost into my
mouth. I took one long look at the por.
trait and left the house.
The men were repairing the road, and
| noticed one Of the workmen whose face
startled mo. The resemblance to the por-
trait had seem Of Mr.. Grey was remarka-
ble He worked with q fierce delight In
the severe labor. His face seemed more
mad than ever, with the exultation Of mo-.
tion and strength deepening the gleam In
his eyes.
There was . telegraph office at the end
Of the street. I sent q message to the city
editor. "Send man to Forestvilie at
once" was my command. Then whileI
paced the street and walked about the
square reflected upon the welcome
would receive If I had made a mistake.
Every minute I became moe and moro
convinced that had made the most colos'
sal blunder, on record. By the time Mr..
Ellington Ellsworth, the only man who
happened to be available when my tele-
gram was received, had arrived I was
nearly hystsrical I told MIR. Ellsworth
my theory, and he was properly skeptical
he discouraged me thoroughly in about
two minutes, but suddenly rallied.
SWELL" remarked, taking command,
II want you to keep that man In sight.
shall 20 to town and get his lawyer. Find
out what train they 60 In ON, and III
meet you"
Mr.. Ellsworth didn't wish to act upon
that suggestion, but he finally consented
to do: SO. I went In, summoned Mr.
Grsy's lawyer and with him met the
workingmen's train. Mr.. Ellsworth, look
ing bored and unhappy, got out and point
ed out our suspected Disappearance" to
his lawyer. My heart stood in my mouth.
Was to be forever disgraced CT made IA.
| nous forever? - AZ
"Mr. Grey" said the lawyer, stepping
forward, 'what does this meanr
And when I saw the man start wildly
knew that was not forever disgraoed
"well," said the city editer jovially.
"what did they sayS"
"They didn't say anything They didnS
see me-"
$50 you didn't get the interview" sadd
the city editor shortly.
"No," replied meekly, "but I found
the missing man."
And now, such is the irony Of fate, the
city editor, instead Of letting me rest on
my laurels, is always exhorting me to live
up to the reputation made In the Grey
case, when I found the missing man,
learned how overwork had worn out his
brain and how in his half orazed condt-
tiop he wandered away and returned to
his original occupation in life, to the hor-
ror Of bis wife with the cameolike face. II
only had never been 80 brilliansl-Ex-
change.
He Preferred Death.
Baron de Malortie, a German who had
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