Tensas gazette., 1916-03-31
us GOAL
BY KEITH KENYON.

any property found by employees must
be turned in at the main ofice. At
the end of a month, If there was no
claimant, the finder received it as q
sort of guerdon for his honesty.
Reardon had almost forgotten the
parcel until it was handed out to him
Saturday night with bis pay envelope.
Here's where you get the wallet OF
cash" grinned Malloy, sitting out on
the bench at the side of the car barns.
but Reardon didn't mind. He stood
looking the parcel over, it was fiat,
about fourteen inches long and nine
wide and perhaps an inch thick.
open it, you gink," advised Malloy.
but Jack shook his head good ma
turedly.
It'll keep awhile longer" he said,
and swung up on an outbound car for
home. He was a big chap. curly
haired. blue-eyed. with square shoul-
ders and a straight carriage from
his two years in the Philippines.
When he had eaten dinner he went
upstairs to his room on the third floor
It wasn't a hall room. He was get
ting his $2.s5 day; not so much.
but enough SO he could pay out five
dollars for the third floor front and
have an open CRATE fire when the fur.
mace lost courage.
He opened the package with little
close smile of amusement It certain
ly didn't look like gold mine. Some
Of the fellows had been lucky in find
ing articles of real value. Then he
stopped short and stared with lowered
head and intent gaze at his treasure
trove. It was only the picture Of q
girl in a double leather frame, but the
face enthralled him with its beauty.
The next morning, Jack went to
work with growing feeling that some
thing was missing in the general
scheme of happiness. All day the
feeling stayed with him. He sat By
himself across the street from the car
barns at his OF hour, and went with
out his lunch. rinally. thauafternoon,
Wallace swung up on his car as it
passed Thirty-fourth street, and
Jack looked at the detective with sud-
den interest.
Say. Tom, listen" he said. Sup
pose you only had a photograph of a
girl to go by, never had seen her in
your life. How would you find herr"
Go to the man who took the pic
ture and get her name and address" !"
Wallace replied. You're a bright
spark of hope. amt you, now?"
1t was noon the next day before he
could do 1t. The place was over on
Fifth avenue. 1t took all his courage
to go into its ornate doors, tread its
red velvet carpets and face the blonde
young woman at the mahogany desk
under the green and gold electrolier
He laid the picture before her and
asked the name. and the answer came
back at once, with the slightest up
lift Of eyebrows:
Il suppose you're an artist. Why
didn't you hunt for her up at the
Models club, Fifty-eighth street,
think it is. She isn't regular patron.
you know, she is merely one of our
art models. This picture was made
for an art firm to be used as the head
on one Of their perfume ads. Her
name is Betty Bellairs."
Give me the address of the club.
will you, please"
Jack tried to speak in the proper
off-hand professional manner. and
wrote down the number almost nom
chalantly.
At the Art Models club they gave
her address. 1t was in the West Six
ties, five flights up, in a brownstone
apartment building In the rear apart
ment. Jack asked for her when the
door opened, and the little ten-year-old
girl who responded turned her head
and called back through the hall.
Somebody to see you, Betty"
Come right in," called a voice that
made Jacks pulse tingle She was in
the living room. busting it, her long
brown hair in a braid down her back.
and an all-enveloping apron on. But
to Jack she was altogether adorable,
and he stood mute for a minute. look
ing at her, glorying in her reality.
Then he held out the package
Il found this and wanted to return
it." he said.
She opened it wonderingly, and
laughed at sight Of the contents.
"Oh, it's my RoLteau picture. They
gave me one all for myself, and lost
1t on a Broadway car. 1t was ever so
good Of you to return it. How did you
find me?"
And somehow in order to tell of the
unraveling it was necessary that he
sit down, and then followed the intro
duction to Mrs. Bellairs and Estelle,
the little sister. and Jack found him
self telling of the campaign in the
islands and the home nest up in Maine
and all sorts of things.
With a goal ahead, 1t somehow
seemed easy to force on now. He hunt.
ed up people he had not thought of, and
went after the sort of work he loved
best. electrical engineering Not un-
til he had the sure position. even start
ing in, did he tell Betty. After the
first visit, it had become q custom for
them to go for walks over through the
park, with Estelle as willing chap
eron, and. finally. just when the west
ern skyline of the city lay in deep
purple against the orange sunset sky,
he held her back to rest a minute up